You had imagined your birthday differently.Not extravagantly. You didn't need presents stacked to the ceiling or some huge celebration in the Great Hall.You just wanted them. The six boys who had somehow become your closest friends with their humour, different personalities and different ways to make you smile even when you were upset.Theodore Nott. Mattheo Riddle.Tom Riddle.Draco Malfoy.Blaise Zabini.Lorenzo Berkshire.So when you woke up that morning, you smiled when you saw the small envelope sitting beside your breakfast. "Meet us in the courtyard tonight. Don't be late" No signature.But you knew them. This was, every year you spent the entire day wondering what they'd planned.Then, after dinner, you walked toward the courtyard.You heard laughter before you reached the doors.You stopped.Through the glass, you saw them.And sitting between them was another girl There were candles on the table. Food. Decorations. A cake. You recognized the little silver decorations you'd picked out weeks ago when you'd jokingly told Lorenzo what your dream birthday cake would look like. Your smile disappeared.They weren't celebrating you.