  "Happy Birthday," he whispered blowing the candles out from another scrap piece of paper. It was a tradition to have paper as an alternative to a real cake, however, now that he thought about it, he did have a cake a month ago. He stole it from some backyard birthday party, it was delicious. He was so lucky he never got caught because Harry swore there was a guy there that was the size of a truck, all muscles.