Harry hurried over in the storm, a bouquet of chocolate roses (the edible kind) in one hand, a grocery bag of strange yet delicious fruits and vegetables, and some cold-meats in the other. He had, surprisingly enough, found the chocolate in the grocery store while he had been looking for regular flowers and maybe some balloons.
He was soaked, but it wasn't that bad. He hoped Lily didn't mind him dripping on her floor a little. He didn't have the kind of money here that he would have spent on his daughter at home for a birthday party. James' fourth birthday party had been a lavish affair full of friends and family. He suspected he would have outdone himself for all of his children when it came to their happiness.
He knocked on the door, and checked that he didn't look too much like a drowned cat.
"Happy birthday, love." he greeted when she finally came to the door.