Harry:
[writing HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY on the sand-like floor of the boat he and the Dursley's are in]
Make a wish, Harry.
[looks at Dudley's watch, it is now his birthday, and blows on the dusty, sand-like floor, when someone is trying to break in, which wakes Dudley up]
Uncle Vernon:
[come's into Dudley and Harry's room with a rifle and Aunt Petunia]
Who's there?
[the door breaks open, and everyone screams in terror]
Hagrid:
Sorry about that.
[puts door back on]
Uncle Vernon:
I demand that you leave at once! You are breaking an entry!
Hagrid:
[walks over to Vernon]
Dry up, Dursley, you great prune!
[bends the rifle's end up and Vernon shoots and walks over to Dudley]
Hagrid:
Boy, I hasn't seen yeh since you was a baby, Harry, but you're a little bit longer that I expected, especially right in the middle.
Dudley Dursley:
I-I'm not Harry.
Harry:
[walks over to Hagrid]
I am.
Hagrid:
Well, of course you are. Got somethin' for yeh, 'fraid I may have sat on it at some point, but I imagine it'll taste just the same.
[gives Harry a box]
Hagrid:
Painted it myself, words and all.
[Dudley looks jealous]
Harry:
[opens the box, to reveal a cake that says HAPPEE BIRTHDAE HARRY on it]
Thank you.
Hagrid:
It's not every day your young man turns eleven, eh?
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