Harry Potter: The Revenant

The morning sunlight streamed through the windows of the safehouse, casting a golden glow on the neatly organized chaos of Harry's room. Books, trinkets, and a few scattered drawings filled the space, evidence of a curious mind constantly at work.

Harry stirred under his covers, his body still aching slightly from the intense sparring session with Natasha the previous day. He groaned softly, turning over in an attempt to sink back into the warmth of sleep.

That plan, however, was promptly derailed.

"Harry! Harry! Wake up! It's our birthday!"

Rose's voice, loud and excited, echoed through the room as she threw open the door and barreled toward his bed like a miniature hurricane. Behind her, Lily stood in the doorway, shaking her head with a fond smile.

"Rose, maybe give your brother a second to—"

But her words were lost as Rose launched herself onto Harry's bed, bouncing on the mattress.

"Wake up! You promised we'd open presents together!" she insisted, tugging at his blanket with a force that belied her small size.

Harry groaned again, this time more theatrically, as he peeked out from under the blanket. "Rose, it's barely morning. Can't we do this after breakfast?"

"Nope!" Rose declared with the unyielding authority of a six-year-old on her birthday. "Presents first!"

Lily walked over, crossing her arms as she looked down at Harry. "You did make a promise, Harry," she teased.

With a sigh that spoke of long-suffering sibling patience, Harry sat up, his unruly hair sticking up in all directions. "Fine, fine. Let's get this over with before she explodes."

Rose clapped her hands in triumph and hopped off the bed, dragging him toward the small pile of presents Lily had carried in earlier.

As they settled on the floor, Lily knelt beside them, her smile warm and loving as she watched her children. For a moment, the chaos of their lives seemed far away, and she could simply enjoy this slice of normalcy.

"Okay, Rose, you first," Harry said, gesturing grandly toward the pile.

Rose beamed and eagerly reached for a brightly wrapped box. As she tore into the paper, Harry leaned toward Lily, his voice low. "Thanks for letting her wake me up. I'm guessing you could've stopped her?"

Lily smirked. "Where's the fun in that?"

Rose gasped as she unveiled her gift—a beautifully crafted dollhouse, complete with intricate details. Her face lit up, and she threw her arms around Lily. "Thank you, Mum! It's perfect!"

Lily hugged her back before nudging Harry gently. "Your turn, birthday boy."

Harry reached for his own present, unwrapping it carefully. Inside was a leather-bound journal with his initials embossed in gold.

"For your thoughts," Lily said softly. "And maybe some plans and ideas. I know you've always got a lot on your mind."

Harry smiled, running his fingers over the cover. "Thanks, Mum. It's… perfect."

Rose, meanwhile, was already examining the dollhouse, chattering excitedly about the stories she would create with it. Harry glanced at Lily, his smile turning a bit mischievous.

"So… are there any other surprises I should know about today?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

Lily laughed softly. "Let's just say it's a day full of surprises, Harry. You'll see soon enough."

Harry couldn't help but grin. Whatever the day had in store, it was off to a pretty great start.

—

In her room, Natasha Romanoff paced restlessly, her usually steady nerves betraying her. On her bed lay the gift she'd agonized over for weeks—a sleek black leather jacket with subtle red trim along the seams, a nod to both her own aesthetic and Harry's as well.

She ran a hand through her hair, glancing at the clock on the wall. It's just a birthday gift. No big deal. Except it's Harry, and he's… different.

Her thoughts spiraled as she sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers brushing the soft leather of the jacket. She had debated long and hard about what to get him. Toys seemed juvenile, books felt impersonal, and she doubted he'd want anything too flashy. The jacket had felt like the perfect middle ground—practical, stylish, and something he'd probably never had before.

But what if he doesn't like it? The thought nagged at her.

Natasha wasn't one to get nervous, not in the traditional sense. She had faced down assassins, infiltrated high-security facilities, and stared death in the face more times than she could count. But waiting for Harry's reaction? That felt like a whole new level of vulnerability.

She stood abruptly, grabbing the jacket and holding it up. The leather gleamed in the light, the red trim subtle yet striking. She could already picture Harry wearing it, the way it would complement his serious demeanor while giving him a touch of flair.

Still, the doubt lingered. He's been through so much. What if it's too much? Or not enough?

A soft knock on her door pulled her from her thoughts. Natasha turned to see Lily standing in the doorway, her expression unreadable.

"Everything okay?" Lily asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.

Natasha hesitated before nodding. "Yeah. Just… overthinking." She gestured to the jacket. "It's for Harry. Do you think he'll like it?"

Lily walked over, inspecting the jacket with a critical eye. After a moment, she smiled softly. "He'll love it. It's thoughtful, practical, and stylish. All things Harry secretly appreciates, even if he doesn't always show it."

Natasha exhaled, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. "I just… I want him to know I care. Not just because of everything he's been through, but because of who he is. He's different, Lily. Special."

Lily's smile turned wistful. "He is. And he knows you care, Natasha. It's written all over the way you look at him. You don't need to worry so much."

Natasha nodded, her grip on the jacket relaxing. "Thanks, Lily. I needed that."

Lily rested a hand on her shoulder briefly. "Come on. Let's go see the birthday boy. You don't want to miss his reaction."

Natasha followed Lily out of the room, the jacket draped over her arm. She still felt a flicker of nervousness, but it was tempered by the hope that, just maybe, she'd managed to pick the perfect gift.

—

Steve Rogers leaned over the table, carefully arranging the photographs into the leather-bound album they'd picked out for Harry's birthday. The soft hum of conversation filled the room as Peggy Carter and Bucky Barnes joined him, each handling a small stack of wizarding photographs provided by Lily and James Potter.

The pictures moved. That alone was still a novelty to Steve, even after all he'd seen since waking up from the ice. He watched as a young Harry, perhaps three or four years old, giggled and waved enthusiastically from a swing. In another, he was perched on James's shoulders, arms spread wide like an airplane.

"These are incredible," Steve murmured, tilting a photograph to watch the movement. "How do they do this?"

Peggy, seated across from him, smiled. "It's a simple spell, apparently. James was explaining it earlier. They develop the film like we would, but the magic brings the images to life."

Bucky whistled softly, holding up a photo of baby Harry with Lily. The toddler was laughing, his little fists tugging at Lily's hair, while Lily pretended to scowl before breaking into a warm smile. "This is amazing. Makes our old photo albums look pretty boring, huh?"

"Speak for yourself," Steve teased, sliding another photo into place. "I've still got a picture of us from Coney Island where you're pulling a ridiculous face."

Bucky grinned. "What can I say? I've always been the life of the party."

Peggy smirked, placing a photo of Harry holding a toy broomstick into the next spot. "From what I've heard, Harry could use a little more joy in his life. This album will mean the world to him."

Steve nodded, his expression softening. "He's been through too much for someone so young. This… it's a good reminder that he's got people who care about him now."

Bucky leaned back, stretching his arms. "And these moving photos? It's like having memories come alive again. I'd kill to have something like this from back in the day."

"Careful," Peggy warned with a raised eyebrow. "You'll make me regret not introducing you to wizarding magic sooner."

Steve chuckled, closing the album and smoothing his hand over the cover. The title they'd chosen—Harry's Journey—was embossed in gold on the front. "I think it's perfect. Between this and everything else, Harry's going to have a birthday he won't forget."

Peggy leaned forward, her voice soft. "He deserves it, Steve. And more. After everything Hydra put him through, after losing so much… this is just the beginning of showing him he's got a family now."

Bucky nodded, his usual smirk replaced by a look of quiet determination. "Yeah. And if anyone tries to take that away from him again, they're going to have to go through us first."

Steve smiled at that, his blue eyes filled with warmth. "Let's make sure he knows that today."

With the album complete, the three of them sat back, taking a moment to admire their work. The moving photographs, the handwritten notes they'd added to accompany them, and the care they'd poured into it—it all came together as a testament to the family Harry had gained, and the love he was finally surrounded by.

—

In the cozy living room of their section of the safehouse, Ted Tonks was carefully wrapping a brightly colored package, his tongue poking out in concentration. Andromeda, sitting on the sofa, was using her wand to charm a ribbon to twirl perfectly around another gift. Nearby, 12-year-old Nymphadora Tonks—or just Tonks, as she preferred—was sprawled out on the carpet, doodling on a homemade birthday card.

"You're still not writing your name as 'Nymphadora,' are you?" Ted teased, glancing at his daughter.

Tonks huffed dramatically, flipping her bubblegum-pink hair over her shoulder. "Of course not, Dad. I don't want Harry and Rose thinking I'm some stuffy old lady. It's just 'Tonks,' thank you very much."

Andromeda smiled faintly, not looking up from her task. "Your name is beautiful, darling. You might appreciate it more one day."

"Maybe," Tonks muttered, adding a cartoonish drawing of Harry and Rose laughing. She glanced up at her parents. "Do you think they'll like this? It's not, you know, lame, is it?"

Ted leaned over to inspect her work, his smile wide and approving. "Not lame at all. That's brilliant, love. Harry and Rose will treasure it."

"Absolutely," Andromeda added, flicking her wand to add a final flourish to the ribbon. "You've captured their personalities wonderfully."

Tonks beamed, looking proud of herself. "Good. Because I'm planning on being the cool cousin."

Ted chuckled, moving to sit beside his wife on the sofa. "You're already cool, Tonks. Between the hair and your Metamorphmagus tricks, I think you've got that title locked down."

Tonks grinned, shifting her features to mimic an exaggerated version of her father's face. "You think so?"

Andromeda rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her amusement. "Just remember not to overdo it during the party. Harry and Rose should be the center of attention, not you."

Tonks let her face return to normal, but her grin didn't fade. "Don't worry, Mum. This is their day. I just want to make sure it's fun. You know, not all serious like you grown-ups can be."

Ted smirked. "Serious? Us? Never."

Andromeda gave him a playful nudge before standing up and inspecting the pile of gifts. "We've got everything sorted, then? The books for Rose, the Quidditch set for Harry, and the sweets basket for both of them?"

"Check, check, and check," Ted confirmed, ticking off each item with a grin. "And your idea of adding those wizarding joke items? Inspired. They're going to love them."

Tonks sat up, her eyes bright. "Yeah, those Zonko's prank candies are going to be epic. Just imagine Harry sneaking one to Sirius!"

Andromeda gave her daughter a pointed look. "Just as long as you don't try them out before the party."

"Me?" Tonks said, feigning innocence. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Ted snorted. "Sure you wouldn't. Just like you didn't try out that color-changing powder last week and turned the bathroom mirror purple."

Tonks giggled. "Okay, fine. But this time, I'll be good. Promise."

Andromeda sighed, shaking her head fondly. "That's the best we're going to get, isn't it?"

Ted patted her hand. "It is. But you wouldn't want her any other way."

Tonks stood up, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Alright, when do we head over to the main safehouse? I can't wait to see their faces when they open everything."

"Soon," Andromeda said, gathering the gifts into a neat stack with a flick of her wand. "Let's make sure we haven't forgotten anything first."

As the family did one last sweep of their preparations, the room buzzed with anticipation. For the Tonks family, this birthday celebration wasn't just about gifts—it was a chance to show Harry and Rose how deeply they were loved and cherished, something they knew the children needed more than anything.

—

The dining area was bustling with the soft hum of conversation and clinking silverware as the various members of the safehouse slowly trickled in for breakfast. Harry and Natasha were already sitting at the large wooden table, sharing an amused glance as they exchanged a silent understanding. The two had been planning this for days, and it was finally time to put their scheme into motion.

James, Sirius, and 16-year-old Tony entered together, all looking like they'd just crawled out of a warzone. Their eyes were half-lidded, their steps slow, and they all shared the unmistakable zombie shuffle that came with pulling an all-nighter in Tony's workshop. Tony, looking like he might have fallen asleep standing up, was holding a steaming cup of coffee in both hands like it was the Holy Grail.

"Morning," Tony croaked, his voice raspy from exhaustion. "I think I could sleep for a week, but let's start with coffee."

Sirius waved lazily, then dropped into a chair beside Harry. "Is it too early to start with something that'll keep us awake until next Tuesday?"

James sighed dramatically as he plopped down in another chair. "I swear, next time we let you play with Stark's tech, I'm putting a limit on caffeine."

Natasha's lips quirked as she took a long sip of her own coffee, her eyes glinting with mischief. Harry barely hid his smirk, both of them already on the edge of bursting into laughter.

The two of them had devised a plan that would surely liven up the morning—and it involved James and Sirius, two of the most prank-prone individuals Harry had ever met.

Before the chaos could begin, Peggy, Steve, Bucky, Andromeda, Ted, and Tonks all arrived, joining the still-groggy trio of James, Sirius, and Tony. The atmosphere shifted from groggy exhaustion to the calm hum of a warm, almost festive breakfast. Laughter began to fill the room as everyone caught up on the previous day's events.

"Did you guys sleep at all last night?" Bucky asked with a raised brow, giving James and Sirius a side-eye.

"Not really," James said with a yawn. "We were too busy...working on an important project." His words were slow and heavy, an indication of how little sleep he'd had.

"Important? Please. It was an excuse to mess around in Tony's workshop," Sirius said with a lazy grin.

Harry's eyes flicked to Natasha, and without saying a word, the two shared a knowing look. Their plan was already in motion.

Natasha, in her quiet way, had gotten creative with some of Tony's spare tech. The pranks were going to be harmless, but hilarious—just the way they liked it.

With a brief nod from Harry, she subtly tapped the device hidden beneath the table. From across the room, a small, almost inaudible hum filled the air.

The first sign of trouble came when the air suddenly smelled like burnt toast. But it wasn't coming from the kitchen—it was coming from the center of the table. Tony, ever the genius, immediately started to scan the room with suspicion, his eyes narrowing at the rising smell.

"What the hell...?" Tony muttered, setting down his coffee and leaning over the table. His fingers hovered over his laptop as he typed something in.

Before he could catch up to what was going on, the sound of a low buzzing filled the room. James and Sirius, who had been too out of it to notice the change, were now both looking around in confusion.

"What's that noise?" Sirius grumbled, rubbing his eyes. "Is it…?"

"Check your pockets," Natasha said sweetly, her eyes wide with feigned innocence.

Harry leaned back in his chair, trying to contain his laughter, knowing full well what was about to happen.

Sirius reached into his jacket pocket with a puzzled expression and pulled out a small device, which immediately began vibrating uncontrollably in his hand. James, too, reached for his pocket, only to have his phone buzz wildly—except, it wasn't his phone. The device inside his pocket wasn't his at all.

Suddenly, the two gadgets began to emit a loud, obnoxious ringtone of a very familiar wizarding tune—one of the many prank songs Harry had snuck into their phones over the last few days.

"The Wandering Wizard?" James spluttered, looking horrified. "I swear I did not set that as my ringtone!"

"Who's been messing with my phone?" Sirius demanded, standing up abruptly. "Stark—did you do this?"

"Me?" Tony gave them a wide-eyed look of innocence. "I'd never. But maybe someone who isn't magical has been involved." His eyes flicked toward Natasha with a playful grin.

James was already pulling at the device in his pocket, attempting to turn it off. "You two better not have—"

Before he could finish, the devices began releasing small bursts of colorful sparks, filling the air with harmless but dazzling lights. Each spark burst accompanied a different, cheerful tune, escalating the chaos of the prank.

"Alright, alright!" Sirius groaned, his voice laced with amusement. "You got us! I admit it! I'm at the mercy of you, Harry, and your little friend here."

"And don't forget me," Natasha added with a wink, clearly enjoying her moment.

Harry was practically shaking with laughter now, his hands covering his face as he failed to hold it back. "I'd say I learned from the best," he muttered, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Next time I'm taking you down," James threatened, though his smile betrayed his enjoyment of the harmless joke.

The laughter and chatter grew louder as everyone joined in on the fun. Harry leaned back in his chair, his face still flushed with excitement. Despite everything he'd been through in his short life, moments like this made him feel—well—normal. For once, he was just a kid enjoying his birthday, surrounded by friends and family who, despite their differences, were all united in their love for him.

And it seemed that no good celebration was ever complete without a prank—or two.

—

As the laughter from the prank continued to fill the air, Natasha found herself growing increasingly nervous. She had been sitting quietly at the table, eyes flicking toward Harry every now and then, watching as he basked in the lighthearted chaos of the moment.

But now, as the noise died down, she realized it was time to act. The gift she had gotten him—the black leather jacket with red trim—was something she'd put a lot of thought into. She wasn't sure if Harry would even like it. After all, he wasn't exactly a typical six-year-old, and while he had the heart and innocence of a child, the rest of him? Well, that was a different story.

She hesitated, her fingers playing nervously with the hem of her sleeve. Her heart beat a little faster, a small part of her wondering if the jacket would be something he'd enjoy—or if she'd completely misjudged it.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself before rising to her feet. The room was still buzzing with energy, but her eyes were locked on Harry as she made her way over to him. His gaze flicked up to meet hers, his features softening into that characteristic, almost otherworldly calm that had become so familiar to her. For a split second, she almost forgot about the gift.

But no. Focus.

With a small, but steady smile, Natasha took the folded jacket from under her arm and held it out to him. Her hands were slightly trembling, betraying her confidence. "Hey, Harry," she said, her voice a little quieter than usual. "I got you something."

Harry looked at the jacket, then back at her. He blinked once, then raised an eyebrow in that way he had, as if trying to read her, but his lips quirked into a smile. The fact that he didn't immediately start laughing or asking questions made Natasha's nerves ease just a little.

"What's this?" he asked, his tone casual but with the slightest edge of curiosity that made her heart skip.

"It's a... well, it's a jacket," Natasha replied, clearing her throat. "It's a bit different, I thought you might like it. I figured you could use something... a little more you."

The hesitation in her voice made her cringe inside. Ugh, smooth. Really smooth, Romanoff. But Harry didn't seem to mind. He took the jacket from her hands, his large frame dwarfing the small piece of clothing for a moment. His expression softened as he ran his fingers over the leather, clearly impressed.

"This is cool," Harry said, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks, Natasha."

She felt a wave of relief wash over her as he looked up at her, his eyes warm, and for a split second, it almost felt like they were the only two people in the room.

"Do you think it'll fit?" she asked, trying to keep her tone light. She needed to distract herself from the intense weight of the moment, from the way her heart was fluttering just a little too much.

"I think it'll be perfect." Harry's smile was wide now, and Natasha realized with a small shock that, despite his towering height and seemingly adult demeanor, there was still so much childlike wonder in him.

"Wanna try it on?" she asked with a teasing smile, a part of her wondering if the jacket might look a little out of place on him, given that he was still technically just a six-year-old. But that didn't matter right now.

He grinned and stood up, walking toward the open space. "I guess I'll have to, won't I?"

As Harry slipped on the jacket, his muscles stretching against the soft leather, Natasha couldn't help but notice how much it suited him. It didn't matter that he was young, or that he was incredibly strong. The jacket looked right on him, like a second skin. The red trim gave it a touch of danger, a little bit of flair, and for a moment, it made Natasha think of him not just as the powerful child-wonder he was, but as the young man he could one day become.

Harry gave her a mock serious look, adjusting the collar with a flair. "How do I look?"

Natasha's breath caught for just a second. His smile—bright and playful—was enough to make her heart skip, but she managed to force herself to respond with a grin.

"You look..." she paused, her lips curling into a mischievous smile of her own, "dangerous."

Harry laughed, his voice light and easy. "I like it. A lot. Thanks again, Natasha."

Relief flooded through her, washing away the last of her anxiety. Harry liked it. He really liked it. And that meant everything to her.

As he walked back to the table, adjusting the jacket to show it off to the rest of the room, she found herself smiling in a way she hadn't expected to. Maybe it was the connection they shared, maybe it was just the simple joy of seeing him happy with her gift. But whatever it was, it felt... right.

"Okay, okay," Tony said, grinning from ear to ear as he leaned over to look at Harry in the jacket. "Now that is a superhero look if I've ever seen one."

Sirius laughed. "Yeah, that jacket practically screams 'I'm ready to take down Hydra and still look good doing it.'"

"Don't forget 'dangerous,'" Natasha added with a wink, her eyes meeting Harry's again.

And in that moment, Harry—the Revenant—looked every bit as dangerous as his jacket made him out to be.

—

As everyone continued to admire Harry in his new jacket, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway, signaling the arrival of Lily and Rose. Harry, still grinning from ear to ear, turned just as the door swung open, and there they were—his mother, looking as graceful and loving as ever, and his little sister, Rose, who was practically radiating birthday energy.

Rose had clearly been anticipating the day for a long time, and it showed in her outfit. She was dressed in a fluffy, pastel pink princess dress that looked like it had been pulled straight from a fairytale, complete with sparkly slippers and a tiara perched atop her wild curls. The dress twirled out from her waist in a way that made her look like she could float away with a gust of wind, and every little movement made her look even more like a tiny princess than before.

Lily's expression softened when she saw the scene—her son in the jacket Natasha had gifted him, surrounded by the people who cared for him, her daughter beside her. The joy and warmth in her gaze didn't go unnoticed by anyone.

"Happy Birthday, sweetie," Lily said, stepping forward and enveloping Rose in a warm hug, her voice filled with affection. "You're going to have the best day."

Rose beamed up at her mother, her eyes sparkling. "Thanks, Mama!" she chirped in a high, excited voice, before her gaze darted to Harry, taking in the new jacket. "Ooooh, Harry! You look like a superhero! Is it for your birthday too?" she asked, her words rushed with excitement.

Harry chuckled, crouching down slightly to meet her level. "Thanks, Rosie! Yeah, Natasha got me this jacket. I think it makes me look even cooler than usual, don't you think?" He gave a playful spin, showing off the red trim, and struck a mock-heroic pose.

Rose's eyes widened with awe, her hands clasped together in delight. "You do! You look so cool! Like one of those heroes in the comics. But, um, I look pretty cool too, right?" She twirled around in a circle, making her princess dress flutter out dramatically.

Lily chuckled softly, stepping to the side to let Rose enjoy the attention, but she shot Harry a warm smile. "I see you've got quite the birthday ensemble going on," Lily remarked, admiring the jacket. "Nice choice, Natasha."

Natasha gave her a small nod, feeling a rush of pride. "Thanks. Glad you think so."

Harry stood back up, reaching for Rose's tiny hand and squeezing it gently. "You look amazing, Rosie. Like a real-life princess." He ruffled her hair affectionately.

"Thanks, Harry!" Rose replied, practically bouncing with happiness. "I'm going to be the best princess today. And you're going to be the best superhero, right?" She looked up at him, her eyes filled with admiration.

"Absolutely," Harry said with a wink. "It's a superhero's job to protect their princess, after all." He turned toward the group, raising his voice slightly. "And I've got my team, so Hydra better watch out."

The others chuckled as Rose squealed in delight, twirling around once again. Even Tony, who had been observing from the table, raised an eyebrow at the playful interaction between the siblings. "Well, I see some serious teamwork in the making," he said, clearly amused.

James, who had been watching quietly from the kitchen counter, finally stepped forward, a wide grin on his face as he crossed the room to join the family. "It's nice to see you both looking so happy," he said, his eyes softening as he took in the sight of his kids. He leaned over to ruffle Harry's hair in the way only a proud father could. "That jacket's a real statement, Harry. Now you've got both style and strength."

Harry shrugged modestly but couldn't hide the faint blush on his cheeks. "I guess I do," he said, finally admitting it.

Peggy, who had just entered the room, observed the scene with a smile. "Looks like today's going to be quite the celebration," she commented, her tone light but affectionate. "Are we all ready for some birthday cake?"

"Oh, I'm definitely ready for cake," Tony chimed in, still looking a bit sleep-deprived from his all-nighter but animated at the prospect of dessert. "But can we make sure there's some coffee first? My brain's still recovering from the all-nighter."

"Don't worry, Tony," Steve said with a grin, clapping him on the back. "Cake's coming, and we've got your caffeine fix too."

Lily exchanged a knowing glance with her husband. "Alright, then, looks like it's time to kick things off, huh? Are we ready for presents, games, and cake?"

The room erupted in laughter and cheers, everyone energized by the excitement of the day ahead. Rose's birthday had always been a big deal, and today, with both her and Harry celebrating, it promised to be an unforgettable one.

"Ready as we'll ever be," Sirius said, throwing his arm around James's shoulders and looking at Harry with a mock-serious expression. "Just make sure you save me a slice of cake, kid. I'm serious. No cake stealing."

"Same goes for me," Natasha added with a wink, still feeling that warm glow from the success of her gift.

Harry smiled, feeling the love of the people around him—his family, his friends—and it was in that moment, with everyone gathered in the room, that he realized this was the best kind of birthday celebration: full of laughter, surprises, and the ones he cared about most.

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