>Casting his eyes back in time, Harry was able to recall a sunny afternoon. Sirius was wearing a sparkling blue party hat, and Remus an amber one. A man with an unruly mop of black hair was looking down at him. Harry realized that he was being carried. Reaching for the man, he got a hold of his glasses, and a warm voice chuckled, "Not now, baby, look, mummy's got cake," And when he turned, there was his mother. She looked like an angel, illuminated by the single candle that flickered on a massive cake. He clapped, excited by the flickering light, but his dad wouldn't let him touch it, and he didn't like that. Instead, he was put in a high-chair, and his hand was being held. "You have to close your eyes, Harry, and make a wish." Sirius encouraged. So, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the pretty light was gone. Mum was looking at him. Her gaze was so warm and loving; it took Harry's breath away. She offered a soft, grey ... something. "Happy birthday, love." The grey thing had more stuff in it; items of different colours and textures. Some items were firm, others squishy. He liked the squishy ones. Nothing happened when he pulled them out, one by one, to inspect them. They tasted of barely anything, but a few had a funny texture he liked to gnaw on. But when he put some items back in, smoke erupted from the grey thing. Adding the squishy items made sparkles appeared. At one point, he had been offered cake, but his new toy had been far more interesting.<