A/N: Truth be told, I hadn't planned on putting this chapter up now, but because of a review (down below) that I realized that I had to update.

From henriette: "First chapter in the 2nd month and the second in the 4th, so I should be expecting a third chapter in the 6th month right? Well, we're going into the 7th now..."

I didn't realize I did that, and today just happened to be the last day of the 6th month. Anyways, I'm 20 minutes late. Twenty minutes into the 7th month. Forgive me? And henriette, thank you for your review and telling me.

Thank you so much for all your reviews! I love you all! Muah! (And I'm sorry for not replying to any reviews I may have missed. I've been busy for a while now an am looking at a summer filled with business.)

Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies

Warnings: Hm, slash, AD HG RW MW GW bashing. Other then that, look in previous chapter if I missed anything. UNBETA, as I was in a rush, sorry. I'll look back another day and fix any mistakes I see.

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Just as the title says; it's a simple filler chapter. Next chapter should be more interesting.

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The next day, Harry belatedly noticed that the day before had been his birthday. Surprised, he blinked and sat up, leaning against the headboard.

'I knew that I'd forget some things in my life, but I never thought it would be my own birthday,' Harry thought with great amusement.

Turning to his left, he saw several packages on the table next to the window with Hedwig perched on a square, wrapped gift.

"Did that come yesterday, girl?" Harry mumbled as he stroked white feathers.

Hedwig gave an affirmative hoot and took off, flew in a wide circle in the room, and landed on her perch.

"How on Earth did I miss that yesterday?" Harry asked to himself, before answering, 'Must've been the busy day.'

After having lunch and saying farewells, Remus had been surprisingly stubborn on staying with Harry. Surprised at the attention he was receiving, for he had only few chances a year to see his surrogate godfather, and slightly happy, he politely declined. Seeing the down face, however, he added that the old werewolf could visit him whenever he wanted. He really wasn't going to leave the Leaky Cauldron soon.

Picking up to square package that Hedwig had previously used as a perch, he picked up the card that came along with it.

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday, mate!

I thought real hard on what to get you and couldn't think of much- here, Harry snorted- so Ginny and I pulled our money together and bought this. Hope you like!

-Ron and Ginny

P.S. If you have any dreams about, well, You-Know-Who, tell me immediately, or tell Hermione. I'm sure one of us could help you!

'Read between the lines, 'tell me so I can tell the old coot'. Right, like that's going to help,' Harry thought. "He must've sent this before what happened yesterday. Bet he's angry about sending it."

Picking up the package, he wondered briefly if he should open it. Shrugging, he thought why not?

Undoing the ribbon and ripping off the wrapping paper, he tilted his head at the object in his hands. Turning it over, he saw the words 'Have Dark Wizards After You? Well, Jumping Jellybeans will help save your day and your life! Just place the Jellybeans in convenient places in front of the Dark Wizards, say the trigger-word and- BAM! Instant slime will cover your followers and distract them while you run! JJ Company is not responsible for any accidents that may happen to the user. Not safe for children under ten.'

Harry laughed. 'If Ron wasn't such a prat, he really would've been a great friend. I wonder why they call them 'Jumping'.'

Sighing, he put down the package and picked up another one. Judging from the book-sized shape and weight, he was willing to bet it was Hermione's gift.

Ripping the brown wrapping paper, he took the index card taped to the cover of the book and read:

Dear Harry,

Happy 16th birthday

I was browsing through a muggle bookstore, saw this book, and thought you'd like to read it. I bought a copy for myself and it turned out to be pretty accurate. They have a whole series planned! The author, I read, is a muggleborns witch and quite a fan of yours. Truthfully, I don't know how she managed to find out half the stuff she did.

Hermione Granger

P.S. Don't hesitate to inform me if you're scar starts hurting again.

Curious, he read the title and felt his eyes widen.

"Harris Pott and the Philosopher's Stone by J.K. Rowling," he read. On the cover, there was a boy with glasses, light brown messy hair, and a lightening bolt-shaped scar on his forehead standing in front of a train with a sign that clearly read 'Hogwarts Express'. In the background, there was another sign that read '10¾'.

In the back there was another taped index card.

I reckon that the only reason the Minister allowed the book to be published was because that muggles would be more likely to pass any actual magic as a hoax due to the rapid popularity of the books. Of course, things like the actual location of the Ministry, St. Mungo's, and Platform 9¾ (as you can see, it was changed into '10¾'), and the names of certain people were changed to protect the secret. Your appearance has also changed, thought not by much. Letters have been sent to every muggleborn family explaining the book. I haven't gotten one yet, but I think it's coming soon.

With wide eyes, Harry opened to the first page of the first chapter and read the first paragraph.

"Chapter One: The Boy Who Lived.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dorsey, of number four, Private Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense."

A small, disbelieving smile grew on Harry's face. He flipped a couple of pages to the middle of the second chapter: The Vanishing Glass.

"Dudrey quickly found the largest snake in the place. It could have wrapped its body twice around Uncle Vern's car and crushed it into a trash can- but at the moment it didn't look in the mood. In fact, it was fast asleep.

"Dudrey stood with his nose pressed against the glass, staring at the glistening brown coils- I can't believe this. They made a book after me," he said, more in amusement and disbelief then anger.

Hedwig hooted.

Shaking his head, he picked up another present. It was a smaller square bow wrapped in a colorful wrapping paper.

He picked up the card that went along with it.

Dear Mr. Potter,

First of all, I wish you a Happy Birthday.

Secondly, I do not know if you already know, but I have written a muggle book detailing your first year at Hogwarts and a bit of your past. I apologize for not asking your permission at first, but I figured you wouldn't allow me to. The Ministry has already visited me to complain about it, but I have explained that it would be to our advantage that we hide the Wizarding World in the most obvious of ways: putting it out for the whole world to see.

I believed, that if anyone wanted to threaten the existence of the secrecy of our world to the muggle world, they would be claimed insane because the idea of our world would be considered just a simple childish fiction, written in a book.

I also believed that your life, excuse me, is the best way of introducing this theory. I have, of course properly edited the entire story so that your identity, your family's identity, and other students' identity are protected. I also changed locations of the actual places so that the plan may not backfire on me.

It will also give more confidence to the wizards and witches who are too afraid to even say the name, 'Voldemort'. The book will show your effort and courage, and though I doubt that a lot of them will read the book sold only in the muggle world, I hope that it will give them a determination that would make it possible to overcome the Dark Lord.

Since this is your life, and I understand I have to face serious consequences because the book is too close to the truth of your private life, I have attached to this letter, a check. This check is yours, and is yours from the profit the book has made. It has grown in popularity and it is only right that you have a claim to at least a part of it.

Also attached is a contract regarding any future publications and any other things that have to do with Harris Pott and the Philosopher's Stone. I am looking forward to writing more of your adventures, with your approval.

If you agree to the future publications of the Harris Pott series, all manuscripts will be sent to you after they have been edited and before they are published.

Once again, Happy Birthday, Mr. Potter

Yours truly,

J.K. Rowling

P.S. Your birthday gift is a simple muggle game console that has been charmed to work on magic instead of muggle batteries. I know that you are too old for games such as these, but I wanted you to have something you might need for your spare time.

Harry raised an eyebrow. Opening the gift, inside he saw a Gameboy Color and two games along with it.

Harry remembered seeing his cousin Dudrey- excuse me- Dudley have several gameboys. Smiling at the small gift that held a lot of meaning to him, he placed that along with the letter, check, and contract down.

Taking a piece of paper and pencil, he wrote down a quick, but efficient reply.

Mrs. Rowling,

Your book, Harris Pott and the Philosopher's Stone was actually a birthday gift I have just received from my friend, Hermione Granger. I was quite surprised and amused by it, more then anything else.

Hermione had read it and informed me that it was surprisingly accurate. I am curious at how you managed to find such details, (I've read a couple of paragraphs and I'm surprised to find that you've found out some facts that aren't public knowledge), but at the same time, I thought it would be better that I didn't know.

My first through fifth years at Hogwarts are in the past, Mrs. Rowling. I am perfectly fine with you continuing the series, which I believe is helping the wizarding world instead of pulling it down. I do, however, would love it if I could read each over before its publication.

For now, I'll look over the contract before signing anything, but I am truly impressed that, although you printed the first book without my permission, you have told me about it yourself and prepared the contract, and even gave me a check. I really was surprised at the amount written on it, but it's, well, pretty cool that my life can be a best seller.

I thank you for your gift, it means a great deal to me. If you know as much about my life as I think you do, I believe you know why.

Sincerely,

Harry Potter

He placed it in an envelope, sealed it, and gave to Hedwig.

"Mrs. Rowling, girl," he murmured. She gave a hoot as she took off out the window.

Smiling, he picked up another gift, and after that another gift; one gift after the other.

From Remus, he got a scrapbook. The pages were filled with Marauder pictures (conveniently missing the rat), and pictures of his parents and the months between his birth and the day his parents died. As he continued, he saw pictures of himself in Hogwarts during first, second, third, and fourth years. In smooth handwriting, Remus explained, underneath the pictures that he had gotten Hagrid to take a couple of pictures, got some from 'a Mr. Colin Creevey' and occasionally a picture taken by (surprise) Professor McGonagall and (bigger surprise) Professor Snape, but only for fifth grade, when he and Remus were closer.

From the twins, he got a handful of Galleons, even though they knew he didn't need anymore money, and the 'Future of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes'.

He had delightfully gotten gifts from Bill and Charlie, the older Weasley siblings, Moody, Tonks, Dean, Seamus, Neville (he had sent Neville seeds of a super rare plant he had found in one of his vaults and a book on how to grow them), Luna, Cho (they had reconciled over the past few weeks), Lavender, the Patil twins, the Creevey brothers, the three Gryffindor (previous or not, it was his first teammates) Chasers, Oliver Wood, Lee Jordon, several others from students in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, Hagrid, Mrs. Figg, and several teachers who were involved in the Order (including, surprise, a thoughtful gift from Professor Snape).

He looked up just in time to see a black, majestic owl fly in through the window. In its claws, there were three packages. Taking the load, he gave the bird a treat. After eating, it took off again, leaving Harry with three more gifts.

Reading the names on each gift, he was surprised to see: 'Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, and Draco Malfoy' on the gifts.

Curious and absentmindedly checking for any traps, he sat on the bed and began opening them.

Because Harry was Harry, he found that the gifts offered a whole new opportunity and wondrous delights.

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TBC