#harry's birthday

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That's so me

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Harry was having a birthday party with his friends in Palm Springs before his show - Feb 1 2023

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My lovelies, this is not only the final July prompt for @wolfstarmicrofic​ but it’s also Harry’s birthday so please, have an extra long and extra sappy microfic with Wolfstar raising Harry for the prompt sunset. 

Remus looks up as there’s a noise behind him, Sirius stepping out onto their porch, levitating two glasses of wine in front of him. He takes one out of the air as Sirius settles beside him with a low groan, stretching out his long legs in front of him.

”Think we’ve earned it today, don’t you?”

”Definitely,” Remus agrees, deadpan, ”who would’ve thought a birthday party with ten five year olds would be so exhausting?”

Sirius snorts into his glass, settling comfortably against Remus side as he sips from his wine.

“Haz asleep then?” Remus asks, wrapping an arm around Sirius shoulder, pulling him a little bit closer. 

“Mhm,” Sirius nods, taking a sip from his wine before setting it aside. “Just the one story before he was out like a light.” 

There’s a hint of pride in his voice, a smug sort of pull around his mouth and Remus rolls his eyes. 

“Well, of course there’s no problem getting him to sleep when he’s been running around all day. I’m knackered myself.”

”You’re just jealous that I have the magical touch,” Sirius teases, making a protesting noise as Remus elbows him lightly.

”Whatever Padfoot.”

Neither of them speak for a while, although Sirius is still wearing the same smug grin, Remus is sure even though he can’t see it. They’re watching as the sun begins to sink into the sliver of sea that they can see from where they’re sitting. It’s a comfortable silence, Remus thinks, and he hadn’t been lying – he really is knackered.

It had been a good day, Harry seemed to be happy enough with his birthday party. They had invited some children from the village, a muggle party, but it had actually gone better than Remus had dared hope. 

Remus is just about to say that when there’s a sound behind them, the quick pitter-patter of bare feet against their hardwood floor and before Remus has a chance to turn around he’s got a just-turned-five year old on his back, shrieking delightedly a bit too close to his ear.

”MOONY!”

”Oof, ow, Merlin Haz,” Remus thinks his heart stops for a moment, just about saving his glass from toppling over as Harry squeezes himself in between himself and Sirius on the porch.

”Whatcha doin’?” He asks brightly, eyes shining as he looks from Remus to Sirius.

”Yeah, he seems plenty asleep to me,” Remus mutters under his breath, giving Sirius a pointed look over the top of the boy’s head, and his partner at least has the decency to look slightly sheepish.

”Harry,” Sirius says, hoisting the boy onto his lap, his voice mostly serious but Remus can tell he’s trying not to smile. ”What are you doing up? You’re supposed to be asleep, sprog. Remember we read a story and everything?”

”I was sleeping,” Harry nods in agreement, squirming around until he’s settled comfortably in Sirius’ lap, ”but I’m done with that.”

”Oh, are you now?” Remus mutters, trying to stop his lip from quirking into a smile.

”Yes,” Harry states. ”I’m five now,” he holds five fingers up proudly, showing both Sirius and himself, ”so I can be awake later. Like a big boy.”

Sirius ducks his head, hiding his grin in Harry’s hair but Remus can see his shoulders shaking with withheld laughter and Remus sends him an exasperated look, but Harry’s smug expression has him suppressing a grin himself. Harry doesn’t seem phased, rocking a little in Sirius’ lap.

”Whatcha doin’, Padfoot?”

”Oh sprog,” Sirius says, a little breathless, amusement and fondess weaved so tightly through his voice that it makes warmth bloom in Remus’ chest. ”We’re watching the sunset, me and Moony.”

”Okay,” Harry nods, settling back comfortably before reaching over to grab Remus’ hand, pulling it into his lap so he’s touching both of them. ”We’re watching the sunset,” he agrees, stifling a yawn before giving a satisfied little sigh. ”Like big boys.”

”Right,” Remus agrees, swallowing past the lump that’s suddenly in his throat, watching the boy he loves so much he thinks he might burst wrapped up in the arms of the man he loves just as much. He shakes his head, a little helplessly, before he shifts closer to them both. ”Sure, Haz, like big boys.”

”Because it’s my birthday,” Harry whispers, his eyes on the sun as it sinks below the horizon.

”Yeah, it is,” Sirius agrees, sending a small smile Remus’ way as he murmurs a heating spell to settle around the three of them to protect against the evening chill. ”Happy birthday, sprog.”

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Sweet 29th Birthday baby 🥰

[iwannakissyoubuticant]

ppl disrespecting and hating on harry for adding shows on his birthday is so funny, like they're telling him how he should be celebrating his own birthday and where, like the fact that he's choosing to spend his special day with his fans bc that's how much he loves us, means nothing to you.

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Drabble - Birthday Uncertainty

In a world where Sirius is cleared at the end of 3rd year, Harry gets to spend his fourteenth birthday with his new godfather.

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Sirius can tell without being told that his godson is very uncertain that Sirius actually wants to take care of him this summer.  He’d been surprised by Harry’s quick acceptance of his offer coming out of the shack, but once he was officially freed, he’d immediately gone to the Dursleys to get his kid (despite Dumbledore’s protests).  

He’d been surprised when Harry still said yes, and even more surprised by how embarrassed he looked when the Dursleys were far too willing to hand him over to someone that had no proof was innocent.  It worried him because that meant any death eater could’ve done the same and Harry would’ve been in danger.  

He’d been so angry when Harry had asked, “You want me to live you, really?” in a surprised voice, followed by Vernon and Petunia muttering about how he obviously had to be touched in the head to want to take care of Harry.  

Harry had been embarrassed, but Sirius had reassured him that he does want Harry and had made a point in the last two weeks to make sure that Harry feels wanted and loved by including him in the decoration of their new home.  His efforts seem to help Harry feel more comfortable.  

That is until the night before Harry’s birthday, at dinner, when he asks, “So, Harry, what would you like to do for your birthday?”

Harry looks up, completely confused.  “We don’t have to do anything.”

“Of course we do – I’ve never gotten to celebrate a birthday with you and you’re turning fourteen, that’s a shame.  So, we have to make this one extra special.  It’s our first one together.”

Harry shrugs.

What kid doesn’t have thoughts on celebrating their own birthday?  “Uh, what did you do last year?”

Harry chokes on his dinner, “It’s not important.”

“I think it is,” Sirius retorts, concerned.  Harry’s refusing to look at him, his eyes downcast and focused on his food.  “Kid, I know the Dursleys weren’t great and that isn’t your fault, but however they treated you – I want to know.”

“It’s nothing – they just ignored it, aside from announcing Aunt Marge’s visit and well, she sucks, but I got back at her – I blew her up.”

There’s so many things wrong with Harry’s response that Sirius immediately wants to have a not so pleasant chat with the kind of adults that would ignore a child’s birthday. Knowing that Harry’s clearly nervous and doesn’t want to answer any more questions, Sirius sighs and lets it go.

“Well, whatever they did or didn’t do – I’m not them.  So, let’s plan an awesome birthday for the best kid in the world,” Sirius grins.  

Harry gives him a shy smile, “You really want to do that?”

“I really do,” Sirius assures him.  “You’re a great kid and you deserve the world.”

Touched, Harry gets up and hugs Sirius.  “Thanks, Sirius, you’re the best godfather ever.”

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posted this on twitter and now here :-) happy birthday harry potter !!!!! Sorry I like to make you cry so much ♡

twitter post if you wanna come say hi on there !

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Will Harry be extra unhinged today or gloriously stupidly cute or, or BOTH. We shall see

[bakeinthesun]

Midnight on 31st January scrolling through my dash:

Louis

Harry

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Harry

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Larry lights in Dallas on 2/1/22 (aka Harry's birthday 😋)

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happy birthday to my fave dilf

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Rip remus lupin, you would have loved being a 64 year old grumpy man that wore the ugliest sweaters and peeled oranges perfectly.

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Coming home

[tageerdo]

Happy Birthday Professor!

sorry for r-post I realized I forgot to draw Harry's wound.

[becauseheartsgetbroken-hs]

There are thousands of reasons to love Harry, but I will do my very best to narrow it down to 29 to celebrate his 29th birthday! 🎂

So, let’s begin! 

1. he is kind

2. he is humble 

3. he is a feminist 

4. he is respectful 

5. he loves unconditionally 

6. he is talented

7. he is a genuine soul 

8. his hair clip 

9. his old dirty white vans 

10. the way he always introduces himself 

11. he is a consent king 

12. his little dances 

13. the way he says “obviously” 

14. his dimples 

15. his curls 

16. his akwardness 

17. how sincere his humor is 

18. he is caring

19. he is suportive 

20. the way he is extremely shy and many people don’t realise that 

21. his crunchy nose 

22. the thing he does with his hand when he gives speeches

23. the things he does when he gets nervous like nervous laughs or playing with his rings 

24. he laughs when he sings 

25. his giggles 

26. he truly listens when someone talks to him 

27. he never breaks a hug 

28. he isn’t afraid of being vulnerable

29. he is just Harry and that’s enough. 

Happy birthday H, you are a ray of sunshine and you’re my comfort person. Thank you for being you. ❤️

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harry's 30th birthday blurb with 1d!yn?! 👀

Birthday Surprises

SUMMARY: Harry celebrates his 19th and 30th birthday with the person he loves.

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn, married!ynrry

Since 2010 masterlist

Not to sound ungrateful, but Harry thinks that this was one of the worst birthday celebrations that he's ever had.

Tonight, he just wanted to spend his last year being a teenager having fun with friends—not be completely embarrassed and uncomfortable being strip teased and danced on by strippers. 

Not to mention that afterwards, One Direction’s management team had booked him to do a relationship stunt for the night. So as he walked out of the club and into his security team’s Range Rover, a tall, blonde model was by his side. As bad as it sounded, he couldn’t remember the girl’s name for the life of him. 

Nothing was going to happen with her anyways. All they had to do was a couple of paparazzi pictures of them together before they’re driven off into the night. The driver would discreetly drop her off at her own hotel before escorting Harry back to his. 

So there's not an ounce of uncertainty that when Harry comes out of the elevator, he's absolutely tired and wants nothing more than to be left alone.

He waves his card key in front of the lock and once he hears the little "beep" sound, he pushes the heavy door open.

His irritation and tiredness might have just peaked over its breaking point when he begins to hear rustling from inside. He’s already extremely worn out that he doesn’t even want to put in the effort into putting on a nice face to whoever’s inside his hotel room. But the smile that appears on his face is effortless when he sees YN flicking the wheel of the lighter over some birthday candles sticking out of a chocolate cake.

“Fucking fuck—oh, surprise!” She hops, extending her arms out beside her in what she hopes to look like a grand gesture.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re celebrating your birthday.” 

Anyone a mile away can tell how uncomfortable he was during the whole stripper fiasco. It sucked to have to stand off to the side, a faux smile on her face to see her bandmate in that type of situation. As much as she wanted to stay with him for the other “fun” festivities the night had to offer, she knew that she couldn’t let his birthday end the way it was heading. So she took the chance to leave the club a bit early and hoped that he would be up for one more celebratory, late night hang out.  

“But, but it’s already past midnight,” He blinks, still a little dumbfounded at the kind surprise before him.

"Oh come on, we only have—err—three, ah! Two more minutes until your birthday is officially over." YN pulls Harry over to the small dining table and sits him down in front of his freshly lit cake. It's then that he notices the shaky lettering on the cake that reads, “Happy Birthday Harry!” Letting him know that she went more out of her way for him than she initially let on. 

She comically clears her throat before beautifully yet quickly singing the infamous Happy Birthday song. The song isn't being yelled at to him by a big group of people, and the room isn't jam-packed with people he doesn't know. When he leans over to blow out his candles, he isn't fearful of hands going to the back of his head to stuff his face into the cake.

He doesn’t think twice about wrapping her up in his arms. He squeezes the tops of her shoulders tightly and she nestles into his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of her head, “Thank you.”

The sentiment doesn't, can't go by unnoticed, but it doesn't seem totally out of the norm. This is Harry. A sweet and affectionate person whose love language is undoubtedly physical touch. If anything, it'd be YN feeling the one out of place in this situation. And maybe it was a change of heart towards her anti-touchy feelings or maybe it was because of his birthday. Either way, he's grateful for the way she's letting him hold her. If it were anyone else, she definitely wouldn't wrap her arms around his torso, humming at the warmth he brings.

"Well the night doesn’t have end here,” YN blinks up at him. As if they both realize their close proximity, they slowly pull away to give each other some space. “If you're still up for it and not too tuckered out, I rented that one stupid rom com you like. The one with the guy standing outside with the signs."

"Love Actually? I thought you didn't like that movie."

"Well to be fair, I actually have never seen it. But it’s your birthday and this is sort of part of my gift to you. You know, if you even wanna see it. If not, I can just fuck off and you can sleep because I know you probably had a pretty eventful day—”

She’s rambling. YN’s rambling—a quality she was never prone to particularly show, but it’s cute. He thinks she’s cute. 

“YN,” He chuckles, effectively cutting her off. “I’m down to watch it.”

“Really? Okay, cool. Because I already have the film on queue in the room so that would have been real fooking embarrassing.” Annnd she’s back.

He watches with curious eyes as she carefully slides the heavy cake plate onto her hands. 

She throws a nod towards the kitchenette, “Mind grabbing the forks.”

As much as Harry tries to resist it, he can’t seem to wipe the smile off his face. He quickly grabs the two utensils before following behind her to the open bedroom. YN quite literally steps onto the foot of the bed before carefully sitting down, balancing the cake in her hands.

He sits down next to her, handing her the fork just as she begins the movie. They both dig their forks into the middle of the cake, taking out a chunk.

“Happy birthday, Harry,” She says, clicking the ends of their forks together. She happily hums at the delicious dessert but it quickly turns into a groan at the opening aong of the movie. “Ah not this stupid song again. I felt like this was all i was hearing just the other month.”

He’d be lying if he said he was watching more of the movie than her. His cheeks hurt from chuckling at her witty commentary and he tries not to make a big deal about the way she actually started to get into the film. So as he eats cake and spends the rest of the night with his best friend, he thinks that this might be the best birthday he’s had in a long time.

• 11 years later ●

YN stumbles through the front door as Harry cradles her in his arms, his mouth feverishly pressed to hers. They smile through their kisses, and he hums as she runs her finger through his growing curls. Harry kicks the door of their shared home behind him and blindly tosses the keys haphazardly in the general direction of the bowl by the door.

“Okay, okay,” YN pushes against his shoulders, finally getting a breath in, the pair still walking further into their home without separating. “So I know you said you didn't want any more presents—”

“Baby,” the grown man playfully whines. “You've already given me everything.” In all sincerity, she really has in his eyes. He’s been in love with the woman before him since they were sixteen. He wanted to be with her since their time in the band, through the making of their solo albums and everything in between. Even though it’s been a little over a year now, it still brings an explainable peace and warmth to his heart that she’s now his wife; not his friend with benefits, secret lovers, or merely a couple, but married.

And today couldn't have gone better. YN had the whole day planned. They started the day with lazy morning sex that turned into breakfast in bed. They spent the afternoon down by a secluded beach, having an impromptu dip in the water just before eating the lunch she packed for them. Then, after a plane ride to their private villa in Italy, they've just got back from having a beautiful dinner at his favorite restaurant.

“There's nothing more I could possibly want. Ooo, unless you're hiding some sexy lingerie under this fine ass dress you got here.” He says into her the crook of her neck, already sponging kisses onto her skin.

YN lets out a laugh, especially as his fingers begin to bunch up her silk dress. “No! Well, not no but—”

“So you do,” Harry says with excitement, the creases in his eyes appear when he hears her laughter. 

“Just hang on a sec. Your present is upstairs.”

“So I get to unwrap my last birthday present in the bedroom,” He teases her further. Her husband relishes in the way she lets out a girly squeal when he dips down and effortlessly lifts her over his shoulder to bring them into the master bedroom. 

 “Wait, wait,” She pushes as Harry plops them down on the bed, already trapping her underneath him. “Wait here. I’ll be back in a sec.”

Once she's managed to wiggle herself free (with great effort, no thanks to Harry) she scurries off to the connected bathroom.

He sits himself down on the bed, undoing the cuffs of his button up before rolling up his sleeves, preparing himself to see if wife in lacy undergarments that are only begging to be taken off by his teeth. Or torn off. Either one would work.

“H, close your eyes.” YN says from behind the door. “I mean it, no peeking.”

“Alright, alright.” He complies, already feeling a childlike sense of giddy anticipation. 

“Are they closed?”

“Yeah.”

“...are you sure?”

“Yes! For fuck sake’s woman. Being so mean on my birthday,” he laughs.

He feels the bed dip next to him before a kiss is pressed to his lips. Before he can bring his hands to her jaw to deepen the sweet kiss, he feels something being placed in his hands.

“Okay, open them,” she says against his lips.

He pulls back and sees a red box tied with a bow on top. 

“Lovie, you really shouldn't have.”

“Last one, I promise.”

Just to tease her, he brings the small box next to his head and shakes it slightly to hear the contents rattle inside.

YN makes a strategic move by placing one of her hands behind him so her thumb can twist at her rings, knowing that that's her dead giveaway for her nerves.

When he opens the lid, it's only then his face gets serious—lips slightly parted with soft eyes. On top of the pile of confetti lies a pregnancy test. The small, red plus line stares back at him clear as day.

“YN?” When he looks to his love, she begins to hold back her tears at the sight of his watery eyes and pink nose. “Is—wha—are you sure?”

“I took like five of them just to be sure,” she lets out a chuckle.

“We’re having a baby?” Words can't describe the warmth and happiness that fills her chest at his excitement. It's not like they haven't mentioned having kids before. It's been brought up a couple of times, most recently these past two years, but the timing was never right. They were always working; whether it be on making an album, working on themselves, and for the longest time, tour was their babies. But now that their 2 year world tours have ended and they've finally had time to go MIA for a couple of months, it didn't feel like a better time.

The couple wasn't setting up a schedule or anything technical to have a baby. Especially since going on their second honeymoon had been occupying their schedule right after touring was done, they decided that baby making would happen naturally. Whenever their baby decided to enter their lives, that would be the perfect time.

YN nods and before she can say the words to verbally confirm, he has her wrapped in his arms. Harry lifts her off the bed and gives her a little twirl.

As quickly as he picked her up, he's on his knees before her and puts a gentle hand on her tummy.

“Hi, bubba,” he says softly. YN beams at the sight, already wiping at the happy tears running down her cheeks. “I'm your daddy, and I love you so so much.”

After placing a gentle kiss on her stomach, he finally takes his wife's face in his hands and kisses her. It isn't rushed or filled with a sexual need. It's soft and filled with so much love and passion.

“We're gonna be parents, baby. You’re gonna make the best momma," he says sincerely, getting more emotional at the thought of holding a mini YN or a mini him in his arms in less than a year from now.

"And you're gonna make the best dad," she hums. He wraps his arms around the tops of her shoulders, pulling her close to him as she cuddles into him. He presses a kiss to her forehead and sniffs back his tears.

"I love you so much."

“i love you, baby. Happy birthday, Harry.”

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