Neville walked to class mournfully. In all of the excitement of the summer, almost everyone had forgotten his birthday. His Gran had nonchalantly wrapped a Dark Detector for him, but none of his friends said a word.

He rounded a corner, almost knocking into Ron. Without a word, Ron slipped him a note that read, "Meet me in the prefect's bathroom!" Neville saw that Ron had left. Confused, Neville headed to the bathroom. Just before he opened the door, the Dark Detector in his pocket whistled. Something suspicious was behind that door. Nervously, he opened the door.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NEVILLE!"

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Warning: It's tough to get just 100 words, but I managed to do it!

Okay, my gifts:

Luna Lovegood, a Niffler, and the Greenhouses.

Shannon

Luna Lovegood was sitting in the greenhouses for Herbology when an owl deposited a package into her hands. "Oh," she cried out in excitement, "This must be for my birthday. Wonder who sent it." She immediately ripped into the paper and found a little box she opened with a ring inside. She loved shiny objects and this ring was the size of remembrall, blue jade stone, and white gold band she put it on her index finger on the left hand. Just as she did a Niffler came digging out of the pot in front of her to snatch at the ring on her finger. Neville reached over and grabbed the Niffler stuffing him back in the pot. "That's not for you." He said and smiled at Luna..."Happy Birthday." he said and blushed.


Sorry...didn't mean to go over a 100.


I give Tonks, a bag of Peppermint toads, and the room of requirement.

Neville scurried out of Potions class head down low. He hadnt expected any presents from his parents, they were in St.Mungoes, only his gran had sent him a box full of chocolates and some sweets. What was worse was that he had a hideous time being bullied by Snape, and just lost 20 points from Gryffindor. But, as he walked into the common room, something amazing happened!

Every Gryffindor was in the common room and Tonks, with a jumble of presents on the armchairs and a table full of sweets (including peppermint toads!) and an enormous Happy Birthday Neville banner! Soon they led him too the room of requirement and there was another surprise party for him!!
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Phew

sorry, but I HAd to go over 100

Presents: Seamus Finnigan, Bertie Botts Every Flavour Bean, Prefects Bathroom

Hermione’s birthdays had never really been happy ones. She always dreamt of a big sweet sixteen, like her mother’s had been. This year, she had to spend her sweet sixteen at school. Sadly, she sat in the Gryffindor common room, searching for happiness in a bag of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans. Just then, Seamus Finnigan burst through the portrait hole and hurried to Hermione’s side.



“Hermione! You must go to the Prefect’s Bathroom. NOW!” He said, quite out of breath.



Hermione quickly got up and ran out the portrait hole and to the prefect’s bathroom. She was suspicious about what lie behind the door, but opened it nonetheless. Ron was there, only him, with a small table lit with candles and there was a sweet serenade of ‘Happy Birthday’ playing lightly. “Thank you,” She said softly, as she blushed.

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Sorry, I went over 100! It's really hard to get it right on!

Presents:

Draco Malfoy, the lake, and licorice wands

Draco was in a foul mood. Even Crabbe and Goyle couldn't stand him.
He went down to the lake began throwing rocks. He'd never seemed so angry and with no reason.

As he turned he found a licorice wand almost shoved up his nose. There was the only Gryffindor he hated more than Harry Potter, Mickey Shultz the American transfer. The barbarian said with real affection, "Happy Birthday, Draco."

"Um, how'd you know?"

"A lil' sweet talk for Madam Goosgripple in the main office and the files are mine. Why didn't you want anyone to know?"

Malfoy took a wand and chewed on it. For some reason he really didn't know.

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Yea, it way over but that's my birthday present to myself.

Next: Susan Bones, the Sorting Hat and something very special from her aunt Ameila.

Susan Bones was so upset over her lack of birthday gifts this year that she didn't even notice everyone getting quiet when Professor McGonagal very carefully placed the Sorting hat down on the stool in the front of the hall. She was still brooding over everyone having forgotten all about her special day because they were too busy carting her off to school instead that when the sorting hat started to sing Happy birthday dear Susan Bones she lifted her head in a state of shock and started crying tears of joy as the last thing the hat said was from "Something special from your Aunt Amelia."


I give Tonks, a bag of Peppermint toads, and the room of requirement.

Nymphadora Tonks's hair went, for a moment, a blazing red. Not a nice color, really, being about the shade of a brick. It matched the tips of her ears, certainly. There were presents on her lap.

Well, when you say... 'presents'...

There was one present on her lap. A bag of peppermint toads. And Tonks hated peppermint toads. They were so... peppery and... minty...

Maybe not the best choice of adjectives, but she was upset. The toads peeped out at her, sensing that they weren't going to be eaten. It was a sign of the depravity in the Wizarding World that some idiot with a really evil sense of humor had charmed them to desperately want to be eaten.

One crawled out and croaked at her. It had a ribbon tied around it's neck. Tonks sniffled, and untied it. "No, no, don't try jumping into my mouth or yeah I'll really choke ya, ya candy amphibians - ook ai faid 'on't fump in ma mouf!"

The ribbon had writing on it in black ink.

Room of Requirement.

Extracting frogs from her mouth, or 'mouf' as the case may be, Tonks set off, carrying the wriggling bag. The portraits loomed over her as she searched, almost fruitlessly. "Gah!" Tonks leaned against the tapestry and fell right through.

"Oof," said a voice from under her.

Tonks looked down. "Remus!" she yelped. "Oh lord, I broke through the wall, did you - are you -"

"Oh lordy," he said, smiling up at her. "Happy birthday, Tonks. Sirius decided to give you a little surprise. Now look, get off me because I can't breathe."

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Ouch! Much over, but I'm never very good at the haikus of the fanfic world.

I give Ronald Weasley, a broomstick and a wand.

Ron groggily arose from his bed. He hadn't exactly done his homework, and the day’s outlook looked, well, bad. However, Ron's walking comatose state was quickly snapped away as his foot looped underneath a broomstick on the steps and he tumbled down to the bottom. Cursing under his breath, he picked up the broomstick. Before he could launch it to kingdom come, he glanced at the tag, "To: Ronald Weasley."

Ron stared dumbfounded. "Wha...?" Ron reached down in his pocket to find his wand. If random broomsticks were going to appear for him out of thin air, he had to make sure he was ready. Ron held his wand in his hand for a moment, something felt funny… then he noticed yet another tag. “To: Ronald Weasley.”

“What the bloody hell?” Ron, now very confused, went to stow the wand back in his pocket and run down to the Great Hall to show Harry. But before the wand hit his pocket, the tip of the wand touched the broom. The effect was tremendous. They both exploded in a spree of fireworks and color, and a large sign of sparks spelled out the words,

“Happy Birthday Ron, from your favorite twin brothers, Gred and Forge."
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(Epilogue: In his sleepy state, Ron had forgotten it was his birthday.)
Yeah I’m over. By about 100 words. O well. I’m outta practice too it seems…

I give… Hagrid, a large pink rubber duck, and Ollivander’s Wand shop. Muahahahha.

Hagrid was sitting in his little hut on the edge of the forbidden forest when an small hyper active owl flew through the window and ladning on Hagrids head. Hagrid pulled the little owl out from his messy hair and took the note off its leg.
Hagrid,
meet us at olivanders wand shop in 1 hour for a surprise
Harry, Ron, Hermione

Hagrid gave the owl a treat and it was on its way.
Hagrid left alittle after he recieved the note. He walked down the streets of Diagon alley, getting a few looks from some people. He ignored them and kept walking. he got to olivanders wand shop, he pushed open the door and walked inside.
"SURPRISE!!!!!" Yelled a bunch of people in the shop. He was given a few presents, but there was one left. Ron picked it up.
"happy birthday Hagrid "Ron siad handing it to him.
"why thakn you Ron" he siad opening the present to revel a Pink rubber duck. Hagrid looked Very surprised.
" uh well thanks ron......"

ok i choose:
Hermione, in the comman room, a muggle skooter. (whats she gonna do ith it i have no clue but have fun!) ha

The trio were seated in their favorite armchairs in the common room looking at a fairly large and oddly shaped package.

“This one here wouldn’t be from Hagrid would it?” Hermione asked them a bit apprehensively. “There’s no card or tag.”

“Not that I know of… Let’s find out,” Harry said holding his wand at the ready.

“Diffindo,” she muttered pointing her wand at the red wrappings.

“Thank Merlin,” she said noting that it wasn’t a magical hybrid creature, “It’s just a Muggle scooter.”

“A what?” Ron said.

“Honestly Ronald, you need to take Muggle Studies.”

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I give: Severus Snape, a cute little Mastiff puppy, in the Great Hall. (LMFAO!)

"Ron, shh. You'll give us away!" Hermione hissed.

"Sorry. It's just that he won't stop moving."

The great hall was filled with light as Severus Snape walked in.

"Hey, I thought you said this was for Professor McGonagall," Harry said as the others jumped up, yelling: "Surprise."

Hermione shrugged. "I lied."

Just then, an adorable puppy wriggled out of Ron's hands and started licked Snape's face.

"Oh, he's so adorable," Snape said then looked around at the trio as they stared. "I mean... GET HIM OFF!"


mkay, I pick...

Fred/George, the Divination Classroom, and a set of spell books. Mwahahaha.

Fred and George were talking much to loudly and walking down the hallways, being 'sushed' by every teacher possible. Not caring at all they continued to walk.
The were stopped by Colin.
"Fred George go up to the Divination room, its mad caos, someone set off a dungbomb" colin siad running down the stairs. the boys looked at eachother.
" a dungbomb?" Fred said with a questionaing voice.
" and it wasn't us?" Geogre said.
"lets go" they both said running up the stairs.

They ran into the divination room.
"SURPRISE!!!!!!" a bunch of people yelled.....
They were unrapping there presents, finally Hermione stood up adn handed them a heavy box.
" happy birthday you two" Hermione said. They both unwrapped it quickly to revel a set of spell books. The twins looekd at eachother then at Hermione.
"uh mione, what are we saposed to do with these....?"

dumbledore, in his office, a puppy!

Dumbeldore sat at his desk with a look of curiousity. It was ten to twelve and in ten minutes it would be his birthday. The wizard was wearing Purple and gold pygamas with a sleep hat on his head. He had recived a package at half past eleven and had strict instructions not to open it until his birthday.
He sat drinkning his coco waiting until his clock chimed twleve. He sat there watching the hand
5...4...3...2...1! He grabbed the package and ripped it open. he took off the lid and smiled as a small Golden retriver puppy lept out and Licked his face. he smiled at the card inside.
Happy Birthday!
Love Harry.
" I shall name you gerald...Would you like a sherbert lemon?"

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Yes i no...it's over 100. but really. it's hard to keep 100. lol
I give...Duddly Dursley,His house and...a love potion. lol :p

“This really is very childish you know.” Hermione hissed.
“Oh Hermione c’mon we should have some fun.” Ron hissed back.
Harry shushed them and set the package on the table and sat down. A few moments later Dudley walked downstairs and saw the mounds of presents that were on the table.
“What are you three doing in my house?” He screamed and ran to the other side of the room.
“Just giving you a little present Dudders.” Harry grinned.
Dudley walked over and opened the gift; he pulled out a bright pink bottle. “What?”
“It’s a very sweet drink.” Hermione said with a small voice, just like they had planned back at the castle.
Dudley drank the whole bottle with a gulp and than sidled over to Hermione saying, “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

ahem...I am a little over...but thats alright...i leave

Ernie Macmillan, a basilisk, and the shrieking shack

Ernie MacMillan was in Hogsmeade with Susan Bones.

"I dare you to go to the top of the Shrieking Shack," she said.

"No way!" Ernie replied.

"Someone has got a case of the CHICKEN pox! Bawk, bawk!"

"I am not a chicken!" Ernie said. "Fine, I will do it."

Ernie went in, knowing that he should have told Susan no. Darn him and his pride! He walked up the stairs, past creepy paintings and moldy walls.

"Eww," he muttered. He walked up another set of stairs to reach a door. It opened to reaveal a basilisk. "AAAHHH!" he screamed. He left.

That was hard! My gifts are Hagrid, a piece of paper, and a door.

Hagrid sat in his hut alone. He sang quietly and solemnly, "Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday dear me, Happy Birthday to me."

That afternoon, it had been a great day. He had woke up early, burst through his front door and drank in the warmth of the sunshine. That was when an owl had arrived with a tiny piece of paper that looked like it didn't mean anything. Boy was he wrong.

Hagrid took the paper from the owl, went inside and read it slowly. It was from Madame Maxine, saying that they couldn't be together anymore. That it was just too much of a distance to go to see each other. Hagrid had broke down and started crying. From then on, he just sat in his hut and sang solemnly to himself.

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I give....Pansy Parkinson, a smushed cupcake and Madame Malkins.

Pansy Parkinson walked down the cobblestone rode of Diagon Alley. She hummed to herself.

"Happy Birthday to me..."

Draco had forgotten her birthday. She spotted Madam Malkin's shop; she did "need" new dress robes.

She walked in. Instantly, she saw the most beautiful dress robe money could buy; a deep red, satin, angel-sleeved robe. As she walked towards it, she spotted Draco, reflected in a mirror.

"Draco."

He pulled a smushed cupcake from behind his back and handed it to her.

"Happy birthday." he muttered, then he exited the shop.

Pansy smiled. "He remembered."

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That should be exactly one-hundred.... At least I hope so. That was quite fun, I must say. I wonder what will be the next birthday story....

Well, let me think..... my gift to the next poster is....

Luna Lovegood, a Crumple-Horned Snorkack, Forbidden Forest.
Good luck and have fun with it!
~Aria~

Luna Lovegood Hummed to herself as she walked down the path of the forbidden forest. Today was her birthday and as usual no one rememberd. Luna didnt care though,it wasn't her fault people were forgetful.
She hummed to herself and stopped when she heard a soft cry. Luna looked up. No...it couldnt be...they were only supossed to live in Romania...but there it was...Acrumpled Horned Snorlack! Luna smiled and walked towards the creature. she held out her hand and the animal licked it softly.
"I shall call you...Ronald!" She whispered.

^ lol i just had to do that. Alright...i give...Voldemort,a tutu and the eifel tower
lol!!

Lord Voldemort watched, unamused, as death eaters attempted to throw him a birthday party; the Eiffel Tower, full of drunken servants.


A servant, drunkenly swayed forward, a puffy pink tutu in hand.


"Wasamatter!?"


Suddenly, he forced the tutu over Voldemort's head and arms; had Voldemort been able to reach his wand, he would have cursed the fool.


At that moment, Harry and company, arrived. Voldemort jumped up.


"Harry! My hero!"


Harry, confused, stared at Voldemort as he struggled with the tutu.


"Duel me! Save me from this wretched party!"


The dueling began, ending the party, sending Voldemort and Harry in a haze of sparks, Voldemort's tutu swaying dantily.

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Ha ha! I did it! It was difficult for this one, I was seventy six words over! But now, I am at one-hundered!


Alrighty, then, my next gift will be.....


Neville Longbottom, a rose, the Room of Requirement..... Yes, that should be good.

~Aria~

Neville Longbottom didn't like roses. He didn't really like the musky smell, he didn't really like the too-soft, too-vulnerable feel of their petals, and he definitely didn't like their thorns.

Which was why he was rather irritated - or as irritated as Neville Longbottom could get - when someone had enchanted rose petals to fall on him, all day.

The petals were all colors, yellow, deep amber, red, pink - but not white, he noticed. Their dizzying smell wrapped around him, and the petals fell into his breakfast porridge.

Neville frowned.

He felt a prickling at the back of his neck, as if he was being watched, but when he turned around, there was no one there except a few Slytherins smirking at him. They threw a few crude remarks his way too. Neville ignored them, though his ears went red.

He tried batting away the petals, but they just kept coming and coming, disappearing when they touched the ground. Sighing, Neville allowed one to land on his palm, the petal a coral color.

To his surprise, it began to dry and whiten, becoming a note.

Room of Requirement.

Neville stared as the stream of roses began to divert away from him and became a scented stream, trailing away. Bewildered, he followed, rather puzzled that someone should make so much effort for him.

"Happy birthday, Neville!"

The whole of Gryffindor beamed at him in one huge, overwhelming grin. Neville stared, as Parvati Patil went forward, and thrust a bouquet into his hands. Neville looked bewilderedly down. More roses.

"Oh," he said quietly, then looked up at Parvati. "Heh. My favorite."

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Too long. AGAIN. *mutters*

Anyway, I give...

Dean Thomas, chocolate and the Kitchens.

Dean Thomas walked up to his dormitory alone. It was his birthday and it seemed like everyone had forgotten. He sat on his bed and heard a crinkling sound. He jumped up and saw a note. Go to the kitchen. He was confused. Why should he go to the kitchen and where in Hogwarts were they? He began wandering around, hoping that the kitchens would magically appear, after all, it was Hogwarts. Finally as he gave up, he ran into Fred and George. "Hey! Can you guys tell me where the kitchens are?" he asked. They smiled and told him how to get there- the long way. When he finally arrived and tickled the pear, he entered the kitchens. It seemed as if all the Gryffindors were there and they all jumped up and shouted "Surprise!!" and handed him a chocolate cake and a bunch of chocolate from Honeydukes.

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Sorry its more than 100!!

Hermione Granger, cockroach clusters, Hogsmeade

The Mission

Hermione pulled her bag closer to her as she hurried from Hogsmeade, a box of Cockroach Clusters inside. They looked disgusting and she was glad she wasn't the one eating them. She quickened her pace.

One might've asked why Hermione Granger would even bother buying a birthday present for Vincent Crabbe. But no one would know it was from her, and hopefully no one would detect that the candies were laced subtly with Veritaserum.

With graduation looming, this was her last chance to trick Crabbe and Goyle into disclosing Draco Malfoy's location. The Order and Harry were counting on her.



My gifts: Dobby, a watch band, the Ravenclaw common room.

Alright, I've been away for awhile, but now I'm back and willing to try my hand at this. Never written a drabble...
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Dobby was sometimes sent to the common rooms to clean and whatnot, to be given a break from the kitchen where the houself seemed to spend most of his time. He couldn't help it though, the place was always warm, and it was almost always assured you'd see a student or two late at night, wereas it wasn't as likely in the common rooms, everyone being asleep.

Today he'd been sent to the Ravenclaw common room, and when he went to go rekindle the fire, he found a watch band, brand new, and adressed to him. Someone had recalled his birthday after all...
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Heh, it may be one or two words over. Sorry! Hm, my gifts are Hagrid, butterbeer, and his hut.

Hagrid sat on the great bed in his hut and breathed slowly as his great muscles unknotted. It had been one long day and he was glad it was over.

All of a sudden there arose such a clatter, he sprang from his bed to see what was the matter. There was no flying sleigh outside his window which was fine with him as it wasn't anywhere near Christmas and he wanted the extra time to get more points on the "good" list.

Harry slid down the chimney and offered him a butter beer with a shout of, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY PROFESSOR!"

"What? Birthday? Why… I guess it is."
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Well now, that's only eight over, a dang sight better than my last one.


Coming up next: Christopher Columbus, his lovely daughter Eleanor and an advanced copy of book #7.