HP through the autumn

July 7st, Harry's birthday.

Sirius sat busy in the living room, only thinking about giving his lovely godson a grand birthday party.When Qiu came down from the third floor, she was almost startled by the huge change in the living room. It was decorated like Gryffindor's common room, filled with warm golden red.Sirius even got some little fairies, and they flapped their wings and flew around the living room.

"Morning, girls, you're up so early," he said, directing the red and gold ribbons adorning the ceiling with his wand.

Today, Sirius specially changed into a dark blue wizard robe for Harry's birthday.He casually brushed his slightly long black hair behind his ears, then turned around and asked, "What do you guys think of this place? Do you need any decorations?"

"Golden Snitch?" Qiu replied casually.

"Good idea, you have really good taste." Sirius smiled approvingly at her, and then began to use polymorphing to transform the ribbons into golden snitches with fluttering wings.

The living room was filled with flying golden balls, and the little fairies were hiding everywhere, making harsh buzzing sounds.

"The speed is a bit too fast." He rubbed his chin, and directed the ball to fly a little slower, and the little fairies popped up from the corner one by one, looking at the golden balls.

"Harry will love it," Hermione exclaimed.

"As long as Sirius is here, Harry will like it no matter how he is dressed up," Cho said.

"Thank you for the compliment, beautiful lady." Sirius played with his wand, then grabbed a snitch, and threw it out again. "Now let's go to breakfast."

They went downstairs to the dining room, and breakfast was already set on the table, which looked very simple.

"This is something made by Kreacher, and it's a bit crude." Sirius explained, "When Mrs. Weasley comes at noon, you can eat something good."

"Who's Kreacher?" Hermione asked.

"House elves here."

The only house-elf Hermione knew was Dobby, and she hadn't met him yet.

"I know a little cooking magic." Qiu volunteered to show her very domestic side in front of the male god.

"That would be great." Sirius said to the cupboard where the dishes were placed, "Kreacher, come out and tell us where the ingredients are."

Kreacher crawled out of the hole under the cupboard, and walked slowly, muttering: "It's a shame that mudplants have entered my poor mistress's house. The young master who broke his mother's heart is back, and brought with a cub, at the ancestral home of the noble Blacks. If my mistress knew--"

"She already knows, Kreacher, you've said a thousand times about her portrait. Now, tell us where the ingredients are."

"In the cupboard, master." He bowed, his nose almost touching the ground, and then continued to say in a voice that could be heard by everyone in the room: "Young master is not even worthy to carry the mistress's shoes, and wants to eat Kerry Che's cooking. Poor Kreacher can't disobey his orders."

Hermione looked surprised and confused.

Cho thought it would be a good fit for Kreacher to be a stand-up comedian.

"Go back to your hole, Kreacher," Sirius said impatiently, and then explained to the two of them over his shoulder: "He's a little old, taking orders from my crazy mother, and not quite clear-headed. .”

Hermione didn't ask much.

After preparing some breakfast, they began to sit in the dining room and eat, while reading today's "Daily Prophet".It was still early, Harry and Ron hadn't come down yet, and Sirius was back in the living room to decorate it for his dear godson.

Ron and Harry didn't come down until after they'd had breakfast, and both looked sleepy.

They sat down in the dining room, and Ron picked up the sandwich and asked as he ate it, "Who made this for breakfast? It's delicious. Could Sirius know how to cook?"

"Obviously not very good. Today's breakfast was made by the two of us." Qiu replied.

"Did you make this? Qiu?" Harry struggled out of sleepiness, and boasted as he tasted it seriously, "It tastes very good."

"I made that, Harry," said Hermione with disgust. "Cho made that soup."

Ron laughed aside, and Harry kicked him under the table.

"Oh, really?" He pretended to be calm, dawdled for a while, and after taking a few bites of the sandwich, he calmly filled a bowl of soup.

"The soup tastes good too." He took a sip.

"Thank you for the compliment." She watched him drink the soup with a spoon in small sips.

Ron on the side said loudly, fearing that the world would be chaotic, "Harry, why are you drinking so slowly today? You used to pick up the bowl and drink it in one gulp."

"Because the soup is a little hot today," Harry explained.

Ron wanted to say something more, but was glared at by Hermione and silently shut up.

"Harry, that elf—" Hermione hesitated how to speak.

"You mean Kreacher? You've already met him?" Harry understood what Hermione wanted to ask: "He's been like that since I moved in. Sirius said he has some mental problems."

"But he looks very pathetic," said Hermione. "Can we set him free? I've read that all you have to do is give them a dress or a sock."

"Don't be silly, Hermione. House-elves love to work for wizards, and you'll kill them if you set them free," said Ron.

Hermione didn't bring up the subject anymore, but she was clearly not easily persuaded.

After eating, the four returned to the living room, where Sirius had already arranged everything.The living room was filled with flying fairies and slow-moving snitches, and red and gold ribbons hung from the ceiling, and Harry was sure it was going to be the best birthday he'd had in a decade.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had arrived through the fireplace with their children.The kindly Mrs. Weasley gave Harry a suffocating hug of love as soon as he stepped out of the fireplace, while Arthur looked at the decorations all over the room and admired: "You have done a good job here, Sirius .”

"Of course, it's a birthday party for my sweet little Harry." Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder, who was struggling to correct his adjective.

Fred and George stepped out of the fireplace, announcing to Cho that their toy wands had succeeded, and surreptitiously handing her one.

"Don't be seen by mom," Fred ordered, "but mom is busy caring for Harry now, and has no time for us."

She took the wand and waved it a few times, and the wand turned into a rubber duck.

"Perfect." She pinched the duck, which quacked.

"And the one that turned into a mouse, and a chicken." George took out another one.

"Would you like to try something like a toad or a fire dragon? Just change the shape-shifting spell." She asked, "Or try with an explosion or fireworks effect."

"worth considering."

Percy stepped out of the fireplace, looking serious as if he was about to attend a Ministry meeting.And Ginny followed at the end, saw Harry next to her mother, and greeted him a little shyly.

"Percy hasn't been the same since he started working in the Ministry," Fred sighed.

"Never bring up the subject of the crucible or foreign countries in front of him. He is writing a report recently, and he can't wait to tell everyone what he found in the process of studying the thickness of the crucible." George said: "We are recently Plan to send him a bit of dragon dung and write on the front of the envelope that this is a sample for him."

"You guys are so bad." She couldn't help mourning for Percy.

Lupine came here not long after, and Sirius gave him a warm hug.

"Moon face, here you come."

"Hello, Remus," said Harry cheerfully.

"Hi Professor Lupine," said Hermione.

"Just call me Remus," he said gently, "and I won't be teaching you guys next term."

"Why? You teach so well." Harry asked in surprise.

"Because of the curse, I feel safer that way," Lupine replied jokingly.

The day's food became abundant with Mrs. Weasley's arrival. The girls helped prepare the ingredients in the kitchen, and the twins' request to help in the kitchen was rejected by Mrs. Weasley.The boys stayed with Harry in the living room, helping with the final preparations for the party.

When Percy pulled out his wand to help, the wand in his hand let out a piercing squeal and transformed into a rubber mouse.

"Fred, George!" Percy called his two brothers' names angrily.

"What's the matter? Great Ministry worker Percy?"

The evening's party was a great success, and Mrs Weasley made Harry a Snitch cake, and Harry's love of Quidditch seemed to be well known to everyone.They sang birthday songs to him together, watched him make wishes, and then gave him their own birthday presents.

"It's really the best birthday I've ever had," said Harry.

"Don't say that, Harry," Sirius patted his head, "You'll have a better one tomorrow, and the year after, and every year after that."

Everyone partyed until late at night in Grimmauld Place.Sirius took out another big cake from the kitchen. At first, everyone thought it was a backup because they were worried that one cake would not be enough, until Sirius spread a handful of cream paste on Harry's face.

"Happy birthday, Harry!" he congratulated his godson loudly.

Harry, who was still dazed, was slapped across the face by the twin brother.

The whole room was in a mess instantly, the cream was flying around, and everyone was vying to spread the cream on each other's faces.

Because of his glasses, Harry quickly lost his combat effectiveness. He was covered in cream, and it seemed that he had nowhere to attack.So everyone let him go and changed their target.

Ron was chasing Hermione with a stick of cream, and the twins were now pinching Percy left and right.Mrs. Weasley looked at everyone cheerfully, but Arthur smeared the cake on her face.Then Arthur was attacked by his lovely little daughter.Lupine was chasing after Sirius to smear cream on his handsome face.

Cho had sprinted upstairs to get her camera before the big fight started, and now she was busy hiding in a corner taking pictures.

"What are you doing here?" Sirius asked, reaching up to dab a little cream on her face.

"Take a photo." She looked at the male god with burning eyes, "How about we take a photo together?"

"Come on." Sirius spread his arms.

Cho intercepted one of the running crowd, it was Hermione.

"Come and help take a picture," she said.

Hermione nodded in agreement, Cho ran towards the male god, and leaned happily against the male god, Sirius put his hand on her shoulder, and Hermione pressed the shutter.

"Hermione, let's take a picture too." Sirius took the camera from Hermione and helped them take a picture.

"Hermione, you are here!" Ron rushed over, holding a wad of cream, Hermione screamed and ran away, Sirius pressed the shutter at this moment.

"Harry, come here!" Sirius pulled out the cream-faced godson in the corner, "Let's take a photo."

Qiu helped the godfather and son take a picture, and Sirius took the camera again and said, "You two should take a picture too."

He winked at Harry.

Cho and Harry stood side by side, and Harry froze and didn't move.

"Get closer!" Sirius yelled with a smirk.

She glanced at Harry, who was next to him with only a pair of eyes exposed. He moved tentatively a few times, and the distance between them was only a few centimeters.

"Closer!" Sirius yelled again.

Shy boys always give people an urge to flirt.

She firmly believes that this is human instinct, but refuses to admit that it is because of her bad taste.

She leaned against Harry, resting her head on his shoulder, just the right height difference.She then puts her arms around Harry's waist, wraps her arms around him, and smiles smugly for the camera.

Classmate Harry with an arm around his waist has cream on his face, and his eyes are straight to the camera in front of him, very upright.

"Very good!" Sirius pressed the shutter.

The author has something to say:

When I was writing, I suddenly felt that it is very interesting to let the heroine's arm wrap around the waist of the hero, and the aggressive young lady is also very loving