Congratulations, Harry! You're a Snape!

"What are we going to do?" Ron howled five minutes later, sitting on his bed with his head in his hands.

Harry, who had been pacing the room since they had gotten in, stopped to stare at Ron. "What are we going to do? What am I going to do? I'm the one who has to go around looking like this!"

"Oh, Harry, don't be so selfish!" Ron said, even though he knew that he was in the clear.

There was a knock at the door. Followed by a yell. "Boys! What's going on in there?"

"Nothing, Mrs. Weasley!"

It was quiet on the other side of the door. Until Mrs. Weasley spoke up. "Ron, why didn't you tell me you had another friend over? Where's Harry?"

"Mum! That is Harry!"

The knob was rattling, and Mrs. Weasley was trying to get in. Once Ron and Harry had entered the room, Ron locked the door, so Mrs. Weasley wasn't getting anywhere with just rattling the door knob. Unfortunately for the boys, Mrs. Weasley was able to use magic. "Alohomora!" she said. The door opened.

"Harry! Is that you?" she asked, astonished. "You look so... so... handsome! What happened? Did this happen over night?"

Harry put on a mock offended face and said, "What, are you saying that I wasn't handsome before?"

Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes and said, "Of course you were, dear! I just mean that you look so different! Now, I don't want you to starve, so get up, dressed, cleaned, and come down to breakfast! It's perfectly alright, but if it will make you feel better, we will contact Dumbledore after you eat. Now go!"

After Mrs. Weasley left, Ron turned to Harry. "You know, mate, you do look alright. I would stay, but I'm hungry, so you are on your own to get ready. See you down there!" he said before bolting down the stairs again.

After a battle in his mind, Harry decided that it would be best to go down to breakfast. He went back to the bathroom, grimacing at the mirror. He did decide, though, that he had looked pretty good... or at least better than his old self.

After washing, he went down the stairs to breakfast. Once he entered the room, complete silence broke out. No one, other than Ron and Mrs. Weasley, had expected him to come down looking like that. Neither Ron or Mrs. Weasley had told anyone that something was wrong.

"Bloody hell, Harry! Wait, you are Harry, right?" George exclaimed.

Harry blushed and mumbled, "Yes."

"Well, don't just stand there! Come over here. Get something in that thin belly of yours!"

Harry had eaten everything that had been on his plate, but found that Mrs. Weasley had held back with the amount of food. The quality of the food, however, was much better than it usually was. Everyone was looking at him every so often, but when he saw them looking, they turned back. Ginny, however, was the only one who blushed every time he saw her looking. He took all of this as a result of his new appearance.

That is, until Mrs. Weasley yelled, "Surprise!". Everyone around the table yelled, "Happy birthday, Harry!" as Mrs. Weasley placed a huge birthday cake in front of Harry.

Harry had a shocked face on him as Mr. Weasley lit the candles with his wand. He looked around, noticing that when they had yelled 'Happy birthday!', decorations appeared all around the room.

There was a banner in front of him: it was emerald and charmed to twinkle exactly as his eyes do... or did, and it had said, 'Happy 16^th birthday, Harry!', and floated instead of being hung on the wall. He turned at the sound of a light, but piercing, noise. Everywhere around the room were hundreds of deep blue wings, which had belonged to hundreds of one-inch fairies.

Mrs. Weasley produced novelty birthday hats. Harry's was as king's crown, Fred and George were jesters, Ginny's was pointed with a scarf hanging from the tip, Ron's was a prince's crown, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were sporting smaller king and queen crowns.

It was the first time that Harry had had a birthday party, and it was the best thing he could've ever imagined.