Harry Potter had never gotten much on his birthday. That was, until he'd gotten to Hogwarts. But even so, even before his golden years, before he'd met his friends, before he'd known about magic, there was always one present that came in the mail on his special day. A letter. From an unknown sender. Now, on his eighteenth birthday, on his eight year in Hogwarts, something unexpected appeared, or rather, someone~ ~Drarry~ Notice to readers; I am shit at remembering stuff, so some of this might not be exactly like the book! -CONSIDERING TO CONTINUE-