"Harry, I-" She started, looking apologetic and tired at the same time, "I, I know that you didn't want a party-"
"It's Skylar's party."
"-but, how about we go to that magical animal exhibition that's near town?" Lily offered, trying to compromise, "They'll be moving on Thursday, but i'm sure we could find time."
Harry frowned, "Dad and Skylar don't like magical creatures unless they breathe fire."
"Well you don't like parties."
Harry stared with uncomprehending confusion. Lily looking uncomfortable and sadder than before.
"Harry I- I know that we haven't been the best, but you have to understand-"
"Skylar is the Boy-Who-Lived and needs extra protection because dark wizards still are angry with him," Harry chanted blankly with no tone of voice, "I know mum, Skylar is more-"
Harry cut off when Lily started to get up and looked torn and somehow furious, "Harry, I- how about tomorrow we head over to the expo. Just you and me? I thought there was something about a baby hydra there," Lily coaxed, smiling as Harry shyly glanced up hopefully, "I know your father isn't fond of reptiles, except Merlin knows he has a problem with dragons, but-"
"I think I'd like to go," Harry quietly mentioned, at once looking apprehensive, "I mean, It's okay if we need to clean up, or if Skylar wants to go somewhere else. I don't have to go, I can always-"
"We're going." Lily firmly stated. The moment was ruined when a witch called out for Lily loudly, having her grandson timidly hiding behind her large green frock coat.
Lily looked torn, but eventually the nasally cries for her company won out and she hurried over the lawn to greet the new guest.
Harry glanced back at the white paint on the deck and scraped his nail across the path of a particularly adventurous ant.
The day continued similarly, with few guests saying hello to Harry and even fewer actually remembering that he too had a birthday. The uncomfortable small talk just led Harry to believe further that they had only come for Skylar (didn't everyone?) and speaking with him was just pleasantries.
He knew that, and he knew that the party was for Skylar. Yet a portion of him felt hollow and made him gasp for ragged breaths when he saw his father hoist Skylar onto his broom with him to dive bomb Sirius with muggle water balloons.
Harry didn't like flying anyways.
Lie.
If he did, he wouldn't like sharp dives or sudden turns.
Lie.
He was perfectly content sitting on the porch and watching everyone else laugh and give Skylar his birthday presents.
Lie.
Harry was perfectly fine with the arrangement, he didn't need a party and he had come to not expect one.
It still made him feel like something had cracked inside.
.....
Something came up, which Harry had expected would happen anyways.
Why would he be hopeful over visiting some sort of magical animal exposition when he knew that Skylar would demand attention or have some sort of after party request the family would oblige to?
(He had learned that there was no point getting hopeful over things that most likely wouldn't happen anyways.)
Instead it was Remus Lupin, his very own Godfather who had informed him early the next morning that they would be seeing the expo.
This had surprised Harry, he had been quietly told by his father that his Godfather was not entirely human. The thought hadn't ever concerned Harry, yet he hadn't ever considered that the man would want to see an array of magical oddities behind bars.
"You ready to go?" Remus asked awkwardly, wearing a slightly too big worn brown cloak. Harry glanced at his own clothing, a large jacket and his own loose pants. It wasn't as if they would have been walking into the nearest town.
Harry gave a small nod, taking Remus' huge grip with one of his smaller hands and grasping tightly. Harry flinched, resisting the urge to gag as his entire body was ripped backwards with the sensation of something pulling too sharply on a large belt. He stumbled once light flashed again. Remus hurried to kneel and steady the younger boy, who blinked in confusion but still looked around in restrained excitement.
They were in an open plaza where many stalls and glass cages had been set up. Magical creatures prowled or sat dopey behind the glass.
Remus looked uncomfortable, seeing one Manticore which stiffened and snarled aggressively once smelling the man. Harry tried not to pay any attention, but very quickly once entering the main pavilion all magical creatures seemed to hone in on Remus and snarl aggressively.
Harry's chest began to tighten once they noticed a rather suspicious looking aid drifting closer to their position.
'Don't do this, not today. This was supposed to be for me,' Harry thought quietly, already feeling the bitter tang of having to leave only half an hour after arriving.
'This was supposed to be my party,' Harry's throat twitched and much to his horror, he felt his eyes start to glaze.
A security guard frowned at the two of them, slowly advancing towards them through the tiny crowd. His eyes were locked on the elder and had drawn his wand cautiously.
Harry bolted, running and ducking through the crowd as he heard Remus shout his name in alarm. Evidently, the security guard had not been noticed.
'It's not fair!'
He ran through a half opened door, propped open only by a small crate. Running through, he kicked the crate but wasn't quite fast enough to avoid the thick door from snapping shut on his ankle.
It had obviously been enchanted in hindsight, magicked to avoid animals from escaping. The door snapped shut and cracked loudly against his ankle. Harry shouted out in pain, tears now sliding down his cheeks as he whimpered and hugged his knees close to his body.
'It's not fair- It's not-'
There was a buzzing in his ears that seemed to only get louder.
'Why does- why does everyone spoil everything?'
The buzzing was loud and his ankle hurt and- was his nose bleeding?
'Why can't I have a nice thing for once?'
He heard something shatter like ice under strain. He glanced up, trying to wipe his nose as a sudden wave of dizziness struck him.
Cages holding sleeping creatures had somehow cracked- spiderweb hairs that were growing larger and larger.
Star filled pupils focused on the cracks from behind the ward, long forked tongues lolled out lazily as a webbed hoof stretched out.
Harry's heart jumped to his throat as the cracks finally reached a point of instability and collapsed like falling rain.
Something that looked suspiciously like a winged goat licked its fangs menacingly.