Gifts

Chapter 761: Gifts

The coolness unique to early morning drifted in through the windows of The Burrow. Harry woke on his camp bed and gazed blearily out at the garden.

The lively scenes from yesterday's wedding still seemed to be right before his eyes. It was incredible—Remus Lupin had actually married Tonks. That suddenly made him think of his godfather, Sirius Black. He wondered who Sirius would marry someday.

A series of thuds came from outside the door. Someone seemed to be racing upstairs, drawing closer and closer.

Harry grabbed the wand beside his camp bed and pointed it at the cluttered desk next to him.

"Accio Glasses!"

Although his glasses had only been about a foot away, Harry still felt immensely satisfied as they whizzed over—despite the fact that they poked him in the eye when they arrived, it did nothing to dampen his mood.

Because today was Harry's seventeenth birthday, which meant he could use magic whenever he wanted without worrying about suddenly receiving a warning letter from the Ministry of Magic.

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open from outside.

"Morning, Harry." Ron poked his head in. "Happy birthday!"

"Thanks, Ron." Harry smiled. Seeing the envy on Ron's face, he had never felt so good.

"Where are the others? Silvan and Hermione?"

"They're all in the dining room," Ron said. "You'd better get down soon too. Breakfast will be ready any minute, and I noticed they prepared presents for you."

Harry's eyes lit up at the mention of presents.

To be honest, Harry was not short of money. The gold his parents had left behind could have been piled into a small mountain. Even though he had been spending it since his first year, he had only used up a tiny peak of it. Even if he did