I do not own Harry Potter.

"Oh no," Harry moaned.

"What?" Bella asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Treawlaney," Harry whispered. "Why would she be sending me a letter?"

"Just open it!" Miranda shouted, scratching the Kitten's ears. The Kitten perked it's head and ran off to a corner of Ron's room.

It whizzed on an old newspaper.

"OI!" Ron shouted.

Erin rolled her eyes. "Relax, we just need to potty train her!"

"Yeah," Miranda grinned. "They usually poop in a box and clean it up like this:" She then began waving her hands as if wiping something; Whilist saying, "Mew, Mew."

"You guys," Hannah scolded.

"Quiet!" Bella shouted. "Last letter! Emily, read it!"

Emily took the letter and read in a Darth Vader voice:

Harry my dear,

Why, I can not believe that you have survived thus far! How on earth did you manage it? All of those dreams you and Ronald had, ohhhh, I shudder just thinking about it...

Anyway, happy birthday my boy. I hope that you reach your next one. (However unlikely it is.)

I decided to do some cristal ball reading for you, as a birthday present, and I am afraid that you will die within the year for sure. I'm afraid that a birthday cake will fall on your head, your own cake perhaps? And will smother you.

Happy birthday again.

Sybill Trelawney.

Emily reached in the box and took out a Life insurance card.

Harry scowled at it.

XxX

"-HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOO YOOOOU!"

Harry blushed, and blew the candles on his cake.

Remus Lupin raised his glass. "To Harry," He announced. "The-"

"Most nerdy," Miranda said.

"Best Quidditch coah," Erin grinned.

"Nicest," Hannah whispered.

"Annoying," Sam noted.

"Sherman approved," Emily cheered.

"Most likely not going to Tatarturus," Alexa winked.

"Jokester," Izzy laughed.

"Fun," Victoria chuckled.

"-And best man on the planet," Bella breathed. She grinned at him. "Harry."

Happy Birthday Harry, the best wizard on the planet. We all love you! Happy 15th!

~Amber