Harry couldn't help but smile again as he re-read the letter. He had been rather annoyed when the old Weasley owl, Errol if he remembered correctly, woke him up that morning with vigorous pecking on his window. But the annoyance was gone abruptly when he recognized the writing to be Fred’s. He had laughed heartedly when he read that they had tried to steal the car, it made a warmth glow in his stomach when he realized that they had done it to try and spend his birthday with him. He couldn't wait until they could come clean about each other, but until then, they had to hide from the Light side. Thankfully Fred was accepting of Harry’s heritage, not that he knew exactly who was Harry’s Father yet, just that he was Dark. Grinning at thoughts of his soul mate, Harry found his hand raising to play with the gift that had come with the letter. The silver snake piercing that now rested through his lower ear and wound upwards, couldn't of been cheap. Harry knew that Fred must of spent all his allowance and then some on it for him, and that thought brought back the warm glow of happiness. Shaking his head, he brought himself back to the present where he returned to writing his response letter.