  For now though Harry had a small reprieve while he waited for her to come. And today, or at twelve anyway, was his birthday. Looking down at the clock sitting in front of him he saw it brightly showing, 23:59. A small drawing of a cake in front of him on a piece of paper. It was his birthday and he was going to have to deal with Petunia's "session'. Shaking his head he decided to enjoy his birthday.