Ron said, "Well, Hermione, we should get Harry a birthday present!"
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Oliver Wood was flying around his large backyard with a minature Oliver holding onto his back. The large yard in Ireland was where Wood and his lovely wife choose to raise their family. Their three year-old boy sat behind his father with his skinny hands holding onto Wood's robes.

Wood steered the broom and made it swoop down to the ground where his wife was motioning for him to land. In her hand was a envelope. Wood helped his son slide off the back of the broom, and then, dismounted himself. She handed him the letter and took her son's hand in hers and went back into the gorgeous house.

"Harry Potter's 26th birthday, eh?" Wood mumbled to himself. "He was a...."