You are cordially invited to my Birthday

"The One with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies.... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

-Excerpts from the Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix-

The seventh month dies today... July 31, 2008... that means today's Scar's BIRTHDAY yikeeesss... (confetti dropping from everywhere)

The above prophecy of Professor Trelawney had long been laid to rest... It's been a year since the legendary battle between Scarhead Boy and You-Know-Who... And Scar lived with the muggles since then... no spells... no jinxes... no quidditch... no magic... Neither did he use again any of his magical possessions: invisibility cloak, wand, marauder's map, firebolt, and the two-way-mirror... Scar feels like he is of no use every now and then... Now, he's decided... He is returning to the place where his family is... his friends and foes... and more importantly, himself...

The Platform Nine and Three-Quarters is still there... He passes through the barrier and he momentarily saw the scarlet-colored train approaching... the Hogwarts Express... "Welcome aboard, Mr. Scarhead," says the old woman pushing a trolley... Scar bought a Chocolate Frog from her as he thinks of Ron and Hermione... He wishes he has his two buddies seating with him on the train... Several wizards have been added this time to the collection of Chocolate Frog Cards... It now includes Harry Potter- The wizard who defeated Voldemort... Scar grins...

Scar is now a few steps away to the Hogwarts castle... He hears the song of the merepeople on the lake... He catches a glimpse on the Quidditch pitch... and he can't help imagining the previous clash between Gryffindor and Slytherin... His prodigy as phenomenal Seeker of the Gryffindor Quidditch team is still fresh in his memory... The place seems to have not changed at all... The whomping willow... the forbidden forest... They are still there....His attention is now focused on Hagrid's hut... It is still standing the way it is way back his school days... But the presence of his giant friend and its pet Pang is not evident...

Scar continues walking ahead...

He is now at the doorstep of the castle... Mr. Filch opens the gate and Mrs. Norris gasps upon seeing him... "Come in, my dear old mate," says the voice from afar... Scar recognizes the voice.... "Neville, is that you?" Scar runs toward the owner of the voice... "Welcome back to Hogwarts! the others are waiting... come with me"... "Show some utter respect to the headmaster," Filch hisses... Scar ignored him... "So, that's it... Neville has eventually become the headmaster..." Scar says unto himself...

Dumbfounded, Scar was not able to speak a single word as he sees the five tables crowded and full of wizarding foods... the ghosts are also present... "Hi there Scar," the woman behind taps Scar's back... It's Hermione... The two embraces as if no other people around... "Blimey Scar!!!... You made it as I expected... You're fucking wicked... You're not messing up with the muggles, are you??" Ron in his usual red hair appears from nowhere... His co-Gryffindors Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, the Weasley twins as well as Cho Chang, Ernie McMillian and Hannah Abbot are all staring at him teary-eyed... they are all seating at the staff table...

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are now celebrating the birthday of our very own ScaRheaD..." Neville speaks as he casted 'sonorus'... "LET THE FEAST BEGIN!!!..." (crowd uproars) [cue Harry Potter OST here]

NOTE: The foregoing narration is purely a product of Scarhead's polluted brain... this is not intended to violate the copyright law whatsoever but solely for fan-fiction purposes.... and besides, it's his birthday... walang basagan ng trip... taena...