[Over by House 26, a lake has manifested in the back yard, and the forest nearby has warped itself to resemble the Forbidden Forest back at Hogwarts. Sadly, his favorite castle isn't on the other side of the trees, nor is anything about Hogwarts he actually enjoyed. Dementors are hovering about, but they're keeping their distance from the flickering stag Patronus that's patrolling the lake shore.
Also sitting on the lake shore is one Harry Potter, holding a cup of tea and grimly keeping an eye out for more trouble that might come out of the forest. It'd be just his luck for more dementors or maybe some acromantulas to appear out of nowhere, so he figures he needs to be there to meet the danger when it arrives. His journal sits open on the porch rail as he listens for any indication that something's coming his way. He has to protect his friends and his home somehow.
But for a moment, he holds up his up in a toast to himself, his mouth a thin line of frustration.]
Happy bloody Birthday.