Harry Potter Characters Birthdays Novels & Stories

All of a sudden something hit Dina, when was Jack's birthday anyway? "Zero, when is Jack's birthday?" Dina asked randomly while cheering on Bam to deal with that blonde bitch Racheal (Tower of God Manga). "15th of May, which is also today by the way," Zero answered back randomly too. "Hmm, okay his birthday is to... wait! Something ain't right... HIS BIRTHDAY IS TODAY?!" Jerry exclaimed, his eyes bulging from their sockets. "Yes." "Damn!" *** Jerry coated the vanilla and chocolate cake with strawberry frosting before finally using a chocolate royal icing to write a 'Happy birthday' on the cake.

His thoughts drifted back to the past. 'Back then, Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya had also celebrated my birthday and even prepared luxury gifts for me every year. But instead of feeling happy, I always felt depressed… even angry. Why? Because they celebrated it on April 28—the one date I could never forget, because that was actually Zeke's birthday.

She followed Harry with her gaze as he sat on the couch, between them was a small glass table. “Today is my birthday,” Harry started, his voice soft and gentle. Margot almost laughed at his statement. She suddenly regretted giving him another chance to speak. “I know. You’re not getting any younger. How old are you today? Oh, you’re thirty. An adult, but still acting like a clueless guy who thinks he can have several women in his bed even after getting married,” she commented and laughed dryly, crossing her legs and folding her arms on her chest.

“Okay, so we’ll give him some time to calm down. Maybe if you could heal your legs, he might be willing?” “Yeah, but I don’t know how. I was trying before I fell asleep earlier. By the way, what day is it?” “16th March 2011.” “Oh my! It’s really two years after and my birthday is in a few weeks.” “Really? What day?” “2nd April. I’ll be sixteen.” “A good year to celebrate!” “Yeah…” It is a good year to celebrate but what really am I celebrating? Mom’s not here anymore, no one knows who her killer is and I haven’t even made any progress in my life. No prom or…

Ding, ding, ding, we pull away to see Silvia standing on the stage. “Can the birthday girl please come to the stage.” Silvia says and I feel Octavia stiffen in my hold, she knows what’s coming. We walk up to the stage and our dads come through the side door attached to the stage, holing her cake; a Harry Potter themed three tier cake, the bottom layer is Green (Slytherin), dark chocolate devils’ cake, the middle layer is Blue (Ravenclaw), milk chocolate mud cake and the top layer is the Marauders map, with a silver wolf howling on the top, it’s a white chocolate and raspberry centre sponge cake. There is black frosted roses and other HP symbols positioned around it.

I echoed, glancing between them, trying to piece together the shift in conversation. Lucas’s expression softened, the intensity in his gaze easing as he looked at me. “Yes,” he said, voice lowering just slightly. “Harry and Ian’s birthday is next week. They’ll both be twenty. It’s… quite a big deal for Harry, not so much for Ian.” The significance of his words hit me, and a slow smile crept onto my face. Turning twenty is a huge deal. Back in Texas, when we—me and Camilia—were in freshman year, we made plans of how we would celebrate our twenty.

When she was about to go upstairs to her room to rest, she inadvertently heard someone sighing around the corner. After that, Kai's incomparably melancholic voice sounded, “Master Harry usually doesn’t feel good around this time of the year. We can’t do anything about it even if we wanted to. Sigh.” “That’s right.” Another person took over the conversation. Sienna remembered the voice. It was another one of Harry’s trusted subordinates who was always by his side. “Although it’s Master Harry’s birthday today, it’s also the anniversary of the eldest master and mistress’s… death.”

Most of it was for spells but some was for cooking. I read through the list and groan. Most of these herbs are a few miles from my house. I fold the list and stick it into my skirt pocket and walked to my room. I grabbed a small basket and looked at my calendar and there was two more dates to remember for the rest of the month. My birthday and my parents death day. 110 years and so many more to go. November 28, 1446 was yesterday, my actual birthday. I haven't aged since I turned 21.

Laura had only married Chris for 2 weeks and he and Madam Jacobs could tell that the two of them were treating each other like guests. It was almost Chris's birthday and Laura definitely didn't know. In order to develop their feelings for each other, Harry and Madam Jacobs felt that they would need to take action. "Quick, let's see what Laura has sent you." The phone vibrated and Madam Jacobs quickly pinched Harry excitedly. Harry lowered his head and looked at the phone. "When is his birthday?" As expected. Laura didn't know when was Chris's birthday. Harry quickly typed a reply on the phone. "The day after tomorrow."

“Happy birthday, Hal!” Jordan threw herself onto her brother, wrapping her arms around his neck as if she was still a baby. Halton laughed. He almost forgot. It’s August 18th. The day his wrecked life started. "It’s dada’s birthday?” Angela asked, tilting her head cutely. Jordan scooped her up in her arms and placed a kiss on her squishy cheek. “Yup! And we gonna celebrate it with some snacks. Right, bro?”