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Make a wish, Harry!
by Spikewil
***The Burrow***
"Make a wish, Harry!"
"'Sh?"
"Yes, a wish to come true when you blow out the candle."
"He's too young to understand that!"
"Well, I never had a birthday cake, so I want him to have a great one."
"Let your daddy help you, Harry."
"That's not necessary."
Ron watched Severus sit behind Harry as they both blew out the single candle on the very large birthday. His quidditch reflexes helped him as he quickly snatched Harry's hand out of the cake before nothing was left.
"Don't do that, it's his cake!"
"If I do, nothing will be left to give to the guests."
"But..."
"..."
"Ron, stop that!"
"Why? It taste sooooo good!"
"There are children present!"
"Not for long!"
"Daddy!"
"Ron, did you hear? His first word is me!"
"You're daddy? Then what am I?"
"You, you're mine!"