Outside the Apothecary, Hagrid checked Harry's list again.
'Just yer wand left -- oh yeah, an I still haven't got yeh a birthday present.'
Harry felt himself go red.
'You don't have to --'
'I know I don't have to. Tell yeh what, I'll get yer animal.

Seventeen, eh!" said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred.
"Six years to the day we met, Harry, d’yeh remember it?"
"Vaguely," said Harry, grinning up at him. "Didn’t you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pig’s tail, and tell me I was a wizard?"
"I forge’ the details," Hagrid chortled.

For my birthday I got a humidifier and a de-humidifier... I put them in the same room and let them fight it out.

It's a birthday present to myself.

They gave it me . . . for an un-birthday present.

Tucker: "But she gave me the perfect gift."
Clara: "What?"
Tucker: "You.