Christmas

I'm back from a fandom break and since it's Christmas I just want to also say Merry Christmas for those who celebrate that holiday.

Anyways, here is a harry potter Christmas meme for you all!

Been on here for a long time overall and I still wonder if I put posts in the right category on this wiki. Images and links bc the meme or something else?

If I put it in wrong category, sry.

"Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban." — Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

Merry Christmas! I wish you the happiest, warmest, and most wonderful holiday season. May joy and love surround you, your family, your friends, and everyone you hold dear — even those you simply cross paths with.

What’s your personal favourite Christmas moment from the Harry Potter franchise? Mine is the cozy little Christmas party attended by the trio, Snape, Trelawney, and a few others at Hogwarts in the third book.

Watch out for mistletoe, it probably has Nargles in it..

I don’t have Arnold so I just edited him in ;)

dRaCo'S pErSpEcTiVe. I made this a few years ago when I was really into writing :))). I think it's Chapter 7 if I'm counting right.

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Christmas

Ever since Potter had won the quidditch match, Draco had been in a terribly bad mood. To make him feel better, he taunted Potter often. It gave him the satisfaction of seeing Potter get angry.

In one Potions class he had said, “I do feel so sorry for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they’re not wanted at home.” His gaze was pointed at Potter. “I think a wide mouthed tree frog will replace Potter as Seeker.”

But no one except Crabbe and Goyle sniggered because they were impressed from the last match. Boiling with anger, Draco made fun of Potter having no family. Yes, it was cruel but he couldn’t let Potter get too proud of himself.

When the class had ended, he went out and into the corridor.

"Would you mind moving out of the way?" Draco’s drawled coldly from behind Potter and Weasley who were talking to Hagrid. "Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose - that hut of Hagrid's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to." He laughed.

Weasley had dived at Draco just as Snape came up the stairs.

"WEASLEY!"

He let go of the front of Draco’s robes.

"He was provoked, Professor Snape," said Hagrid, sticking his huge hairy face out from behind the tree. "Malfoy was insultin' his family."

Draco was grinning. He was finally going to get justice, Snape would favorite him and not Potter.

"Be that as it may, fighting is against Hogwarts rules, Hagrid," said Snape silkily. "Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley, and be grateful it isn't more. Move along, all of you."

Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle pushed roughly past them, scattering needles everywhere and smirking.

The next day Draco and his friends left for the Holidays on the Hogwarts Express, leaving Potter at Hogwarts. He would finally get some peace.

In Malfoy Manor, he went to bed that night but not before looking at his presents. To his dismay none of them were broom shaped packages or parcels. So there was no chance of him getting a Nimbus Two Thousand like Potter.

The next morning Draco got up early to find even more presents. He then heard footsteps. It was his father.

Draco silently watched his father come down the stairs of their manor. “Father,” he began, hoping his father would be in a happy mood.

“What?” he said menacingly

Draco flinched and stepped back out of fear. “Nothing, Father,” he mumbled. Who wasn’t happy on Christmas day?

His father arched an eyebrow when Draco’s mother came down the stairs.

“Now, now, Lucius. It’s Christmas,” Draco’s mother said, who had clearly been observing earlier.

Draco tried to put on a smile. “Happy Christmas, Mum.”

She smiled back. “Why don’t we open presents?”

Draco’s father sneered and just sat down in a chair, not even caring to watch. His parents had gotten him Chocolate Frogs, Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans, and more sweets. They gave him fifty galleons for spending and new quidditch balls for practicing as well. They also gave him silver rings with the Malfoy crest on a few and one with a snake on. He slid the snake one on his right hand’s ring finger and smiled.

“Why don’t we have our feast?”

Even during the feast, Draco’s father didn’t talk and had barely eaten, his eyes vacant. He didn’t care at all that it was Christmas. Draco just finished up the last of his roast turkey and asked to be excused.

His mother gave him a short nod and Draco left the room, looking for Dobby the house elf. He wouldn’t call Dobby his friend, considering he was a servant to them, but he was really the only one to talk to.

“Dobby!” he called in a hushed tone.

“Sir?” Dobby answered.

The house-elf was jamming his ears in the oven. Draco opened the oven door quickly and pulled Dobby away.

“What are you doing that for?” he questioned.

“Master reminded Dobby to give himself punishment, ” Dobby asked.

“Well, I guess you have no choice,” mumbled Draco. “I don’t want you to do that, at least not when I’m around.”

Dobby started crying, tugging on Draco’s robes. “Thank you, sir! But Dobby will not stop himself,” the house elf squeaked.

“I wish there was more I could do. Now, stop crying!” Draco demanded, his ears in pain. “Father will hear.”

“Dobby seriously doubts it, sir.” Dobby raised one of his ears.

Draco could hear his mother quietly scolding his father in a hushed whisper.

“It’s Christmas! The boy is still young, do something for him. You know I got him all those presents but all you know how to do is give him galleons,” she muttered.

Draco’s father stayed silent. He walked into the room, hoping to take advantage of the situation.

“Can you get me the new Nimbus Two Thousand? Harry Potter got one because he’s the new Gryffindor Seeker,” Draco growled, contempt bubbling from the insides of his stomach.

His father finally looked up. “Harry Potter?” he questioned. “I thought I told you to get on his good side!”

Draco winced, surprise sparked inside him but quickly died down. “Well… things d-didn’t go as planned. He turned me down.”

His father sighed disappointedly.

“And stupid Potter is friends with Mudbloods and he himself is a Half-blood! Surely you don’t want me to befriend someone who’s friends with the Weasleys?” Draco asked defensively.

His father stood up. “The Weasleys? Like Arthur Weasley? The Blood Traitor?” His voice was a snarl and his eyes that were glaring at Draco were cold.

Draco took a step back. “Y-yes, Father.” He started explaining to his father more and more about school, all of the red haired Weasleys and Mudbloods, and Potter. Stupid Potter.

So I'm boooooooooored and nobody's awake on this wiki, what the heck... Timelines suck

So I'll make this rp, sign up some of my new ocs, then disappear for dinner lol-

*THIS IS A NORMAL HOGWARTS RP TAKEN PLACE AND TIME IN THE BOOK/MOVIE 'GOBLET OF FIRE .' YOU ARE ALLOWED TO CLAIM CANON / FANON CHARACTERS OF HP AND CAN SIGN UP AS OCS*

Setting

Harry's 4th Year at Hogwarts (Goblet of Fire)

The Yule Ball starts a month later after friends and love interests have met

Rules

PG-13

No killing def

Upvote means oc accepted

Don't ping me when I'm at school or sleeping pls

MY WORD IS LAW IF YOU DONT GET THAT BE GONE

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Straight, going to the ball with (ship)

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@Uniatheintrovert @Cabbage Man Fan @Rayvena @MilquetoastGoat @GayFrog166 @Addie03 @MahkiFurr @Hatchet Lord @MikeyBoi69420

(sorry if you didnt want pings but I think of you as a friend)

(sorry if you didnt get pings, but pls join)

Ik @/Uniatheintrovert already made a christmas/winter rp here, but IT'S ACTUALLY CHRISTMAS NOW!!! btw I'll be staying in japan during the holidays (T-T) so I'm bored.

IT'S ACTUALLY CHRISTMASSSS WHOOOOOO ✨🎉🩵🎈🎇🎁

Setting:

Late December at Hogwarts, 2023.

Canon character claims:

Percy Jackson, Jason Grace (@/AsherTheDevil)

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You are able to claim canon characters from any sort of fiction, since it is also a crossover RP. Or you can sign up your oc's below:

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Some beautiful winter Hogwarts pics to cheer you up.

Rules

PG-13

No killing

Be nice always

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Only join the RP after accepted

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(sorry if you weren't pinged or if you didn't wanna get pinged, but I consider you as a friend)

@Hatchet Lord @MahkiFurr @Uniatheintrovert @Addie03 @Cabbage Man Fan @MikeyBoi69420 @GayFrog166 @Winters Dawn @Rayvena @Leopardstar383 @StormGullwhacker @MilquetoastGoat @Blissfcll-

Ik @/Uniatheintrovert already made a christmas/winter rp here, but IT'S ACTUALLY CHRISTMAS NOW!!! btw I'll be staying in japan during the holidays (T-T) so I'm bored.

IT'S ACTUALLY CHRISTMASSSS WHOOOOOO ✨🎉🩵🎈🎇🎁

Sign-ups here

Setting:

Late December at Hogwarts, 2023.

Canon character claims:

Percy Jackson, Jason Grace (@/AsherTheDevil)

RP Info:

You are able to claim canon characters from any sort of fiction, since it is also a crossover RP. Or you can sign up your oc's.

Rules

PG-13

No killing

Be nice always

Upvote is accepted

Only join the RP after accepted

Pings

@Blissfcll- @StormGullwhacker @Addie03 @AsherTheDevil

Y’all can someone explain to me why the literal feast has its own page??

Like was it a big thing in the books or smtg cuz I don’t even remember it in the movies-

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003622070

Chapter 2: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003623371

Chapter 3: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003624429

Chapter 4: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003627163

Chapter 5: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003627566

Chapter 6: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003628099

Chapter 7: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003629240

Chapter 8: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003629849

Chapter 9: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003633592

Chapter 10: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003636880

Chapter 11: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003637775

Chapter 12: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003637976

Chapter 13: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003644162

Chapter 14: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003647807

Chapter 15: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003659216

Chapter 16: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003662863

Chapter 17: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003666116

Chapter 18: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003669377

Chapter 19: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003676719

Chapter 20: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003693936

Chapter 21: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003700067

Chapter 22: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003700147

Chapter 23: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003700449

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Chapter Twenty-Four: Christmas on the Closed Ward

Was this why Dumbledore would no longer meet Harry’s eyes? Did he expect to see Voldemort staring out of them, afraid, perhaps, that their vivid green might turn suddenly to scarlet, with catlike slits for pupils? Harry remembered how the snakelike face of Voldemort had once forced itself out of the back of Professor Quirrell’s head, and he ran his hand over the back of his own, wondering what it would feel like if Voldemort burst out of his skull...

He felt dirty, contaminated, as though he were carrying some deadly germ, unworthy to sit on the underground train back from the hospital with innocent, clean people whose minds and bodies were free of the taint of Voldemort...He had not merely seen the snake, he had been the snake, he knew it now...

And then a truly terrible thought occurred to him, a memory bobbing to the surface of his mind, one that made his insides writhe and squirm like serpents...

‘What’s he after apart from followers?’

‘Stuff he can only get by stealth...like a weapon. Something he didn’t have last time.’

I’m the weapon, Harry thought, and it was as though poison were pumping through his veins, chilling him, bringing him out in a sweat as he swayed with the train through the dark tunnel. I’m the one Voldemort’s trying to use, that’s why they’ve got guards around me everywhere I go, it’s not for my protection, it’s for other people’s, only it’s not working, they can’t have someone on me all the time at Hogwarts...I did attack Mr Weasley last night, it was me, Voldemort made me do it and he could be inside me, listening to my thoughts right now...

‘Are you all right, Harry, dear?’ whispered Mrs Weasley, leaning across Ginny to speak to him as the train rattled along through its dark tunnel. ‘You don’t look very well. Are you feeling sick?’

They were all watching him. He shook his head violently and stared up at an advertisement for home insurance.

‘Harry, you look quite pale,’ said Nymphadora quietly to him, ‘and Theodore mentioned to me how you threw up yesterday, are you sure the train isn’t making you nauseous?’

When they returned to Grimmauld place it was Remus’ turn to voice his concern, ‘You look exhausted Harry, supper isn’t for a few hours, maybe you should go upstairs and try to take a nap?’

He nodded; here was a ready-made excuse not to talk to any of the others, which was precisely what he wanted, so he proceeded straight past the troll’s leg umbrella stand and up the stairs and hurried into his, Theodore, and Ron’s bedroom.

Here he began to pace up and down, past the two beds and cot, and Phineas Nigellus’s empty portrait, his brain teeming and seething with questions and ever more dreadful ideas...

How had he become a snake? Perhaps he was an Animagus...No, he couldn’t be, he would know...perhaps Voldemort was an Animagus...Yes, thought Harry, that would fit, he would turn into a snake of course...and when he’s possessing me, then we both transform...That still doesn’t explain how come I got to London and back to my bed in the space of about five minutes, though...But then Voldemort’s about the most powerful wizard in the world, apart from Dumbledore, it’s probably no problem at all to him to transport people like that...

And then, with a terrible stab of panic he thought, but this is insane—if Voldemort’s possessing me, I’m giving him a clear view into the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix right now! He’ll know who’s in the Order and where my family is...and I’ve heard loads of stuff I shouldn’t have, everything Sirius told me the first night I was here...

There was only one thing for it: He would have to leave Grimmauld Place straightaway. He would spend Christmas at Hogwarts without the others, which would keep them safe over the holidays at least...But no, that wouldn’t do, there were still plenty of people at Hogwarts to maim and injure, what if it was Collin, or Neville next time? He stopped his pacing and stood staring at Phineas Nigellus’s empty frame. A leaden sensation was settling in the pit of his stomach. He had no alternative: He was going to have to return to Privet Drive, cut himself off from other wizards entirely...

Well, if he had to do it, he thought, there was no point hanging around. Trying with all his might not to think how the Dursleys were going to react when they found him on their doorstep six months earlier than they had expected, he strode over to his trunk, slammed the lid shut and locked it, then glanced around automatically for Hedwig before remembering that she was still at Hogwarts—well, her cage would be one less thing to carry—he seized one end of his trunk and had dragged it halfway toward the door when a sneaky voice said, ‘Running away, are we?’

He looked around. Phineas Nigellus had appeared upon the canvas of his portrait and was leaning against the frame, watching Harry with an amused expression on his face.

‘Not running away, no,’ said Harry shortly, dragging his trunk a few more feet across the room.

‘I wondered,’ said Phineas Nigellus, stroking his pointed beard, ‘how a son of four Gryffindors ended up in my House, but now I understand. Like Gryffindors, we Slytherins are brave, yes, but not stupid. For instance, given the choice, we will always choose to save our own necks.’

‘It’s not my own neck I’m saving, and it was Professors like you that twisted what it meant to be a Slytherin,’ said Harry tersely, tugging the trunk over a patch of particularly uneven, moth-eaten carpet right in front of the door.

‘Oh I see,’ said Phineas Nigellus, still stroking his beard. ‘This is no cowardly flight—you are being noble. Then perhaps you are in the wrong house after all.’

Harry ignored him. His hand was on the doorknob when Phineas Nigellus said lazily, ‘I have a message for you from Albus Dumbledore.’

Harry spun around.

‘What is it?’

‘Stay where you are.’

‘I haven’t moved!’ said Harry, his hand still upon the doorknob. ‘So what’s the message?’

‘I have just given it to you, dolt,’ said Phineas Nigellus smoothly. ‘Dumbledore says, ‘Stay where you are.’ ‘

‘Why?’ said Harry eagerly, dropping the end of his trunk. ‘Why does he want me to stay? What else did he say?’

‘Nothing whatsoever,’ said Phineas Nigellus, raising a thin black

eyebrow as though he found Harry impertinent.

Harry’s temper rose to the surface like a snake rearing from long grass. He was exhausted, he was confused beyond measure, he had experienced terror, relief, and then terror again in the last twelve hours, and still Dumbledore did not want to talk to him!

‘So that’s it, is it?’ he said loudly. ‘Stay there? That’s all anyone could tell me after I got attacked by those dementors too! Just stay put while the grown-ups sort it out, Harry! We won’t bother telling you anything, though, because your tiny little brain might not be able to cope with it!’

‘You know,’ said Phineas Nigellus, even more loudly than Harry, ‘this is precisely why I loathed being a teacher! Young people are so infernally convinced that they are absolutely right about everything. Has it not occurred to you, my poor puffed-up popinjay, that there might be an excellent reason why the headmaster of Hogwarts is not confiding every tiny detail of his plans to you? Have you never paused, while feeling hard-done-by, to note that following Dumbledore’s orders has never yet led you into harm? No. No, like all young people, you are quite sure that you alone feel and think, you alone recognize danger, you alone are the only one clever enough to realize what the Dark Lord may be planning...’

‘He is planning something to do with me, then?’ said Harry swiftly.

‘Did I say that?’ said Phineas Nigellus, idly examining his silk gloves. ‘Now, if you will excuse me, I have better things to do than to listen to adolescent agonizing...Good day to you...’

And he strolled into his frame and out of sight.

‘Fine, go then!’ Harry bellowed at the empty frame. ‘And tell Dumbledore thanks for nothing!’

The empty canvas remained silent.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

‘Harry, are you ok?’ It was Canini’s voice and she sounded quite worried. ‘I was just heading up to my room when I heard the yelling. Can I come in?’

The last thing Harry wanted right now was company, but he knew his sister well and knew that she wouldn’t leave him alone until she determined he was ok. He sighed.

‘Yes Cani, you can come in.’

He expected her to walk in somewhat timidly, but instead she strode in with her head held high and looked directly at Harry. He sometimes forgot that she wasn’t the broken three year old he had met a decade prior, and that she really had matured the past couple years. She closed the door behind her.

‘So, are you going to tell me who you were arguing with?’ she asked sternly.

Harry nodded towards the portrait, ‘One of Sirius’ ancestors was insulting me, but they’ve left.’

She stood silent for a moment, then asked, ‘Do you want to talk about it?’

He knew she was just trying to be kind, but the question really annoyed him.

‘You know what, no, I don’t want to talk about it. I am so sick of everyone asking me to explain myself today, I want someone else to do the talking for once instead of me!’

He expected her to leave after his outburst, but instead she walked over and sat on the corner of Ron’s bed.

‘Ok, ask me anything, and I’ll do the talking,’ she said calmly.

‘Really?’ asked Harry, not expecting this response.

‘Sure, you look like you could use a distraction.’

‘Er, ok,’ said Harry, now trying to think, anything before today seemed like a blur to him. Then he remembered something. ‘Yesterday, at the D.A. meeting, you had wanted to talk to me about something?’

‘Oh, right, that all seems so silly now after what’s happened,’ said Canini while rubbing the back of her neck embarrassed. ‘I wanted to ask you how old you were when you had your first crush?’

Out of anything Harry thought she might ask, that hadn’t been it. He had to think for a minute, Cho was definitely his first big crush and he had started liking her the previous year, but he had been finding people attractive for a couple years before that.

‘I’m not sure exactly when, but I think I started having my first small crushes when I was in my second or third year. Why do you ask?’

‘Well, a few days ago a fellow Hufflepuff in my year, Karl Limpley, confessed that he had feelings for me, and I don’t feel the same.’

‘Oh, well that’s normal, I’ve had people have crushes on me and I don’t feel the same back, there is nothing wrong with not being attracted to him.’

‘No Scarface, you don’t understand me, it’s not just him, I don’t really find anyone attractive or have odd feelings for anyone, at least not like how others describe,’ she exclaimed while looking a little anxious. ‘Nearly all my friends have had crushes already, even Laura and she’s a year younger than me. They get all giddy and their crushes consume their thoughts, but I don’t feel any of this towards anybody, I didn’t even react to the Veela at the World Cup last year. Am I broken or something?’

Harry’s anger and frustration softened slightly, he went over to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

‘You definitely aren’t broken,’ he assured her. ‘Every person is different, you might get your first crush soon, you might get it years in the future, or you may never feel those ways about other people, and I don’t think anything is wrong with any of those outcomes. You shouldn’t compare yourselves to others as you are unique so what happens to them may not happen to you, or at least not in the same way.’

Canini stood up, a small smile crept across her face and she gave Harry a hug.

‘Thanks big bro, that really means a lot.’

Harry didn’t quite feel up to physical affection at the moment, but he hugged back anyway.

‘Of course, I am always here for you.’

She then let go, ‘I was fetching something from my room to show Ginny, she’s probably wondering where I am.’

‘Ok, I’ll see you at supper,’ Harry responded as she reached the door.

‘Don’t go yelling at any more portraits,’ she joke, and with that she was gone.

Exhausted now both physically, mentally, and emotionally, Harry dragged his trunk back to the foot of his bed, then threw himself facedown upon the moth-eaten covers, his eyes shut, his body heavy and aching...He felt he had journeyed miles and miles...It seemed impossible that less than twenty-four hours ago Cho Chang had been approaching him under the mistletoe...He was so tired...He was scared to sleep...yet he did not know how long he could fight it...Dumbledore had told him to stay...That must mean he was allowed to sleep...But he was scared...What if it happened again..?

He was sinking into shadows...It was as though a film in his head had been waiting to start. He was walking down a deserted corridor toward a plain black door, past rough stone walls, torches, and an open doorway onto a flight of stone steps leading downstairs on the left...He reached the black door but could not open it...He stood gazing at it, desperate for entry...Something he wanted with all his heart lay beyond...A prize beyond his dreams...If only his scar would stop prickling...then he would be able to think more clearly...

‘Harry,’ said Theodore’s voice, from far, far away, ‘Moony and Mrs Weasley have finished making dinner, they just wanted me to let you know that if you’re too tired they set a plate aside for you to have later...’

Harry opened his eyes, but Theodore had already left the room.

He doesn’t want to be on his own with me, Harry thought. Not after what he heard Moody say...

He supposed none of them would want him there anymore now that they knew what was inside him...He would not go down to dinner; he would not inflict his company upon them. He turned over onto his other side and after a while dropped back off to sleep, waking much later in the early hours of the morning, with his insides aching with hunger, and Ron snoring in the next bed, and Theodore sleeping on the cot. Squinting around the room he saw the dark outline of Phineas Nigellus standing again in his portrait and it occurred to Harry that Dumbledore had probably set Phineas Nigellus to watch over him, in case he attacked somebody else.

The feeling of being unclean intensified. He half wished he had not obeyed Dumbledore’s order to stay...If this was how life was going to be in Grimmauld Place from now on, maybe he would be better off in Privet Drive after all.

Everybody else spent the following morning putting up Christmas decorations. Harry could not remember Sirius being in such a good mood in a long time; he was actually singing carols, apparently delighted that he and Remus would have company over Christmas. Harry could hear his voice echoing up through the floor in the cold and empty drawing room where he was sitting alone, watching the sky outside the windows growing whiter, threatening snow, all the time feeling a savage pleasure that he was giving the others the opportunity to keep talking about him, as they were bound to be doing. When he heard Mrs Weasley calling his name softly up the stairs around lunchtime he retreated farther upstairs and ignored her.

It was around six o’clock in the evening that the doorbell rang and Mrs Black started screaming again. Assuming that Mundungus or some other Order member had come to call, Harry merely settled himself more comfortably against the wall of the attic where he was hiding, trying to ignore how hungry he felt as he stared out a tiny window. It came as a slight shock when somebody hammered hard on the door a few minutes later.

‘Harry, we know you’re there,’ said Theodore’s voice. ‘You can’t avoid everyone forever, we need to talk to you.’

‘I want to be alone, go back to enjoying Christmas.’

‘Harry,’ said Canini’s voice, ‘I don’t think you want to be alone, your mood improved when you were talking with me earlier, so I think you actually do want company, and you do want to talk.’

Harry didn’t respond with words, but he did pull open the door a little, he was met with the faces of his two siblings, both looking quite concerned. Theodore put his shoe in the doorway so Harry wouldn’t be able to close the door again.

‘Alright,’ he said briskly, ‘come down to our bedroom, Mrs Weasley has lit a fire in there and and Remus left a bunch of sandwiches.’

Not able to close the door, and his stomach growling loudly, Harry followed them back to the second floor. When he entered the bedroom he was rather surprised to see both Ron and Ginny waiting for them, sitting on Ron’s bed, as well as the bushy hair and braces of Hermione Granger.

‘Hermione?’ asked Harry in shock, ‘how are you here?’

‘Ron and Ginny sent for me, and from being a member of Dumbledore’s Army, and the Weasley’s trusting me I was allowed to come. And I’m glad I did. I came on the Knight Bus, Dumbledore told me what had happened first thing this morning, but I had to wait for term to end officially before setting off. Umbridge is already livid that you lot disappeared right under her nose, even though Dumbledore supposedly told her Mr Weasley was in St. Mungo’s, and he’d given you all permission to visit. So...’

She sat down next to Ginny, and his siblings closed the door and took a seat on the other bed, all five of them looked up at Harry.

‘Harry, how are you feeling?’ asked Canini.

‘Fine,’ said Harry stiffly.

‘Oh, don’t lie, Harry,’ said Hermione impatiently. ‘Theodore and Ginny say you’ve been hiding from everyone since you got back from St. Mungo’s.’

‘They do, do they?’ said Harry, glaring at one of his oldest friends and his foster brother. Ginny looked down at her feet but Theodore seemed quite unabashed.

‘Well, it’s the truth!’ he said. ‘And you have been avoiding eye contact with anyone!’

‘It’s not me who is avoiding eye contact, it’s you lot!’ said Harry angrily.

‘Maybe you’re taking it in turns to look and keep missing each

other,’ suggested Hermione, the corners of her mouth twitching.

‘Very funny,’ snapped Harry, turning away.

‘Oh, stop feeling all misunderstood,’ said Hermione sharply. ‘Look, the others have told me what you overheard last night on the Extendable Ears—‘

‘Yeah?’ growled Harry, his hands deep in his pockets as he watched the snow now falling thickly outside. ‘All been talking about me, have you? Well, I’m getting used to it...’

‘I’ve wanted to talk to you since the night it all happened, Harry,’ said Theodore, ‘and the others have wanted to talk with you too, but you have been avoiding all of us since the hospital—‘

‘I didn’t want anyone to talk to me,’ said Harry, who was feeling more and more nettled.

‘Well, I hope you’ll at least talk to me,’ said Hermione, a little huffy, ‘seeing as I’m the only ally you have who has also experienced what being possessed by You-Know-Who is like, and maybe we can learn something from each other.’

Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. He now understood why Ron and Ginny has asked her to come and why the Order of the Phoenix allowed it. Then he turned on the spot to face her.

‘I’m sorry, I forgot,’ he said.

‘Yeah, well I never will,’ said Hermione coolly.

‘I said I’m sorry,’ Harry said, and he meant it. ‘So...so do you think I’m being possessed, then?’

‘I’m not sure yet. Are you losing time?’ Hermione asked. ‘One place one minute and the next somewhere completely different, but turns out hours had passed?’

Harry racked his brains.

‘No,’ he said.

‘Then for better or for worse I don’t think You-Know-Who has ever possessed you,’ said Hermione simply. ‘When it happened too me, there were large gaps in my memory were I had no idea what I had done in that time. It was almost like blinking. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t figure out what I had done or where I had been.’

Harry hardly dared believe her, yet his heart was lightening almost in spite of himself. He faced Ron and Ginny.

‘That dream I had about your dad and the snake, though—‘

‘This is the first time you’ve dreamt about Voldemort’s actions though, Harry,’ said Canini. ‘You had dreams and visions about Voldemort multiple times last year.’

‘This was different,’ said Harry, shaking his head. ‘I was inside that snake, I had its thoughts and feelings. It was like I was the snake...What if Voldemort somehow transported me to London—?’

‘I swear,’ said Hermione, sounding thoroughly exasperated, ‘that no one in this school reads “Hogwarts, A History”—‘

‘Can’t if you keep taking it out of the library,’ Theodore said jokingly.

She rolled her eyes and continued, ‘You can’t Apparate or Disapparate inside Hogwarts. Even Voldemort couldn’t just make you fly out of your dormitory, Harry.’

‘And you never left the dorm, Harry,’ said Theodore. ‘You were only asleep a few minutes before you started violently tossing and moaning...’

Harry started pacing up and down the room again, thinking. What they were all saying was not only comforting, it made sense...Without really thinking he took a sandwich from the plate on the bed and crammed it hungrily into his mouth...I’m not the weapon after all, thought Harry. His heart swelled with happiness and relief, and he felt like joining in as they heard Sirius tramping past their door toward his bedroom, singing more Christmas carols at the top of his voice.

How could he have dreamed of returning to Privet Drive for Christmas? Sirius’ and Remus’ delight at having the house full again, and especially at having Harry back, was infectious. Sirius was no longer their sullen host of the summer; now he seemed determined that everyone should enjoy themselves as much, if not more, than they would have done at Hogwarts, and he worked tirelessly in the run-up to Christmas Day, cleaning and decorating with their help, so that by the time they all went to bed on Christmas Eve the house was barely recognizable. The tarnished chandeliers were no longer hung with cobwebs but with garlands of holly and gold and silver streamers; magical snow glittered in heaps over the threadbare carpets; a great Christmas tree, obtained by Mundungus and decorated with live fairies, blocked Sirius’ family tree from view; and even the stuffed elf heads on the hall wall wore Father Christmas hats and beards.

Harry awoke on Christmas morning to find Ron going through a stack of presents at the foot of his bed. Theodore was just being to rub his eyes.

‘Happy Christmas Harry, I got a good haul this year,’ he informed Harry through a cloud of paper. ‘Got some sweets and some Quidditch equipment, it’s excellent, though Hermione’s got me a homework planner—anyway not sure where you and Theo’s presents are?’

He was referring to the fact that at the end of both Harry and Theodore’s bed there wasn’t a pile like there was for Ron, although Harry suspected why.

‘Back at the Cottage it is tradition we open presents together as a family, I bet they’re with Padfoot and Moony,’ as Harry put his glasses on and pulled the covers off, he through a pillow at Theodore whose eyes were still closed, ‘wake up, or you’re going to miss present opening.’

Theodore was definitely awake now.

‘Hey, I’m awake, I’m awake, just give me a minute.’

The two of them got up and as soon as they exited the door Harry nearly ran into Canini who had just come to fetch them.

'Sorry Harry, happy Christmas you guys, now lets get down stairs, Paddy and Moony are in the drawing room!'

The three siblings rushed down one flight of stairs until they were in the drawing room and saw Sirius and Remus sitting on one of the sofas, and under the tree was a pile of beautifully decorated presents.

'Happy Christmas kids,' said Sirius with a large grin and an arm around Remus. 'I hope there is at least some things here you like.'

'Since we couldn't leave the gifts we got are either home made or we picked from a catalogue and Tonks or the Weasley's picked up,' explained Remus. 'That's also why quite a few of them are books, but I think you'll enjoy them.'

They all got to unwrapping, both Harry and Theodore had matching small boxes from Remus and so they opened them at the same time. In each was a silver razor.

'When you two were here in August I noticed you both had some whiskers growing in. These are enchanted and won't accidentally cut you, and won't leave behind any stubble.'

'Thanks,' said Theodore.

Among the rest of his presents, Harry got the book "The Noble Sport of Warlocks" from Sirius, and "Curses and Counter-Curses" from Remus. Together Sirius and Lupin had given Harry an excellent book entitled "Practical Defensive Magic and Its Use Against the Dark Arts", which had superb, moving color illustrations of all the counterjinxes and hexes it described. Harry flicked through the first volume eagerly; he could see it was going to be highly useful in his plans for the D.A. Tonks’s present was a small, working model of a Firebolt, which Harry watched fly around the room, wishing he still had his full-size version; Mr and Mrs Weasley the usual hand-knitted jumper and some mince pies; and Dobby, a truly dreadful painting that Harry suspected had been done by the elf himself, he had to turn it upside down to see whether it looked better that way.

Theodore received a different defence book called "Updated Counter-Curse Handbook" from both Sirius and Remus, "World Mythology" from Remus, and "First Love, First Loss" from Sirius which he seemed quite interested in.

Canini also received a defence book, this one was titled, "Charms of Defence and Deterrence" from Sirius and Remus, a young adult novel called "Enchanted Encounters" from Remus, charmed leather gloves from Sirius, a hand knitted Hufflepuff scarf from Tonks, and Sirius had taken the time to fix and polish the enchanted music box they had found in the summer, and now instead of putting them all to sleep it instead played a melody that sent a pleasant calming feeling through them all when opened.

All three of them had also received chocolate frogs from Tonks, and home baked cookies from Andromeda. Finally only two presents remained, Sirius picked up the first one and handed it to Remus, inside was a copy of "Enchantment in Baking".

'I know you've acquired quite a few baking and cooking books over the years,' said Sirius, 'but to my knowledge you don't have this one yet. I even think there are some new recipes in it for you to try.'

Remus practically beamed, 'Thank you Sirius, I can't wait to go through them.'

He then picked up the final present and handed it to Sirius, inside was a small stack of muggle magazine's, each titled "Rosenbaum's Motorcycle Owner's Manual" with a different number in the corner. Sirius look at them in awe.

'I remember how when we were in hogwarts you used to collect these, but had to stop when you left home and the war picked up, and you mentioned they stopped printing them in 1980. Well before his accident I got Arthur to search many muggle antique shops and old book stores and he managed to find all the issues you were missing.'

A small amount of tears welled up in Sirius' eyes, and he was quite choked up. He pulled Remus into a hug and said, 'Thank you Remus, this really means a lot to me. Merry Christmas and happy anniversary.'

'Happy anniversary to you as well my love.'

Theodore turned his head and whispered to Harry, 'Anniversary? I thought the wedding photo back at the cottage said they got married at the end of June?'

Harry whispered back, 'That's their wedding anniversary, but they first started dating Christmas day the year they adopted me, and got engaged the same day a year later.'

Harry was about to explain further when, with a loud crack, Fred and George Apparated in front of the four of them.

‘Happy Christmas,’ said George. ‘Don’t go downstairs for a bit.’

‘How come?’ asked Harry.

‘We just got back from warning Ron and Ginny. Mum’s crying again,’ said Fred heavily. ‘Percy sent back his Christmas jumper.’

‘Without a note,’ added George. ‘Hasn’t asked how Dad is or visited him or anything...’

Remus stood up, ‘Well why shouldn’t we go down stairs? It sounds like she needs someone talk to. Maybe I should go-‘

‘Yes, go. We tried to comfort her, maybe you’ll be more successful,’ said Fred, moving around the bed to look at Harry’s portrait, Remus had left the room before he continued. ‘Told her Percy’s nothing more than a humongous pile of rat droppings—‘

‘—didn’t work,’ said George, helping himself to a Chocolate Frog. ‘So lets see if Lupin can cheer her up. Best let him do his best before we go down for breakfast, I reckon.’

‘What’s that supposed to be anyway?’ asked Fred, squinting at Dobby’s painting. ‘Looks like a gibbon with two black eyes.’

‘It’s Harry!’ said George, pointing at the back of the picture. ‘Says so on the back!’

‘Good likeness,’ said Fred, grinning. Harry threw his new Quidditch book at him; Fred dodged and it hit the wall opposite and fell to the floor, denting the wall. Harry winced and looked at Sirius.

‘Oops, sorry Padfoot.’

But a small grin rose in the corner of his godfathers mouth, ‘no worries, I’ve done worse to the walls in the past. Anyway, while we wait for Mrs Weasley to calm down a bit you all might as well get dressed and I’ll clean up in here.’

TIME IS UP

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It has been a few hours since you and your friends came to the lovely Alpine winter town Zermatt for your holiday adventure. Zermatt is located between the Pennine Alps, known for its, touristic location, adrenaline guaranteed ski pistes, magnificent nature-views, luxurious chalets, first class dining choices and last but not least, the famous mountain Matterhorn. The mountain that is the face of the Muggle chocolate Toblerone. You and your friends were playing a simple, innocent wizard-chess on the train ride and things got a little out of hand... As the result, now your group has been divided into two competitive, rival groups. Your hotel is a magnificent chalet and it has two rooms (big enough for everyone to fit in) so automatically groups chose rooms. But what will happen between groups...

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• My way or the highway

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• Groups will try to hide that they are wizards (cuz muggles)

• Pass is your fav Christmas activity to do

• Have fun and don't forget drama!

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I had the idea of posting a sort of diary entry for your choosen character like, once a day, and say how they might be starting the christmas holidays.(please don't ask me why its a month early, i just like some festive spirit after tests.) and maybe we could change the characters once a week? it would add some fun. AND I MAY NOT REPLY IMMEDIATELY, but i'll read everything through :)

And my word would be law in this plot, and no swearing!

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003511265

Chapter 2: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003514336

Chapter 3: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003520568

Chapter 4: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003526224

Chapter 5: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003532106

Chapter 6: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003534170

Chapter 7: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003537697

Chapter 8: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003540402

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Before I start I just need to let you all know I'll be starting the sequel to my Raised by WolfSar: Slytherin Harry Potter & The Philosopher’s Stone Re-Write fic with a Chamber of Secrets re-write, so anyone who wishes to be tagged in that let me know in the comments.

Chapter 9: A New Start

(This is one of the chapters I mentioned that don't 100% follow the canon timeline, but I needed it to go this way for it to go the way I wish, with that out of the way enjoy the finale.)

The summer slowly went by, Sirius got his social insurance number so got a pay raise as well as shift increase, Remus learned a great deal from his new job, and Harry got to have many more play dates with his new friends. Only July 31 Sirius, Remus, and the Tonks’ showed Harry in birthday gifts. They spent the rest of the beautiful hot days mostly outside, showing Harry parks and beaches.

The warm days turned cold, and before they knew it it was once again Hallowe’en. With all that happened immediately after the previous Hallowe’en, and how busy and traumatized they were for months afterward, neither Sirius nor Remus had gone to see there best friends graves.

They dressed warmly, and bundled Harry up as well, and took the motorcycle to Godric’s Hollow. It turns out that they shared a tombstone made of shining white marble, and at the bottom was described a message.

“The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.”

‘We should have been here for the funeral.’

‘We were busy just surviving Sirius, they would have understood, and what matters is we are hear now.’

‘Why we here?’

Harry didn’t quite understand what was going on and Sirius took a knee in front of him.

‘Your mummy and daddy loved you very much, but they are no longer with us, this is where your mummy and daddy now rest.’

Harry looked very confused, but he put his hand to the marble stone.

‘I love you mummy and daddy.’

And to the two men’s shock a couple daisies sprouted from the ground despite the cold. Sirius cheered and excitedly picked the boy up.

‘Harry, you just did magic! I am so proud!’

That night they went to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour to celebrate the life of James and Lily as well as Harry’s first use of magic that they knew of.

Three days later it was Sirius’ birthday. The previous year they were both so focused on getting custody of Harry they forgot. This year he celebrated his birthday at the Tonks’, Andromeda was not there when the three family members arrived.

‘Hello Ted, beautiful day out.’

‘Quite, very crisp, happy birthday Sirius.’

‘Thank you. Where is that dear cousin of mine?’

‘She was called away, she should be back soon, for now we have plenty of sweet things as well as some beer.’

The children played while the men talked and laughed, Sirius and Remus had bonded a lot with Edward over the last nine months. Soon Andromeda did come home, but with a concerned look on her face.

‘Sirius, I hate to do this but I must speak with you in private.’

He did as he was told, she brought him to the spare room and they both sat on the bed.

‘I want to to take a deep breath.’

‘Who is it, my mother, I won’t care if it’s my mother. Or is it your father, because if so I am very sorry.’

‘Pish posh, I wish it were him. No, it’s our uncle Alphard, I knew how close the two of you were so I arranged a meeting with him at the tea shop to escort him here, but instead of him showing I learn that he has died. I’m really sorry Sirius, I know how much he meant to you.’

A few tears crawled down his cheeks but he quickly wiped them.

‘He would have wanted me to be happy today, so in his memory I am going to part tonight.’

And he kept his word, they all ate cake, told jokes and funny stories, the adults drank, and when the three went home and they were sure Harry was asleep Remus and Sirius kept the party going long into the night.

They were awaken the next morning by a knock on the door. Quickly Sirius put on some pants and pulled on a shirt and tried to make it look like he didn’t have bed head as he reached the door. When he opened, one of the men Lucius Malfoy had with him when he returned to threaten Sirius was standing there.

‘Sorry, I don’t want to deal with Lucidous Maltoy this early in the morning, good day.’

But before he could close the door he spoke, ‘I am not here today on the behalf of Mr Malfoy, I am here on behalf of Alphard Pollux Black, I have with me his last will and testament.’

Sirius sighed.

‘Fine, you may enter.’

The two men sat down, Remus eventually left him room and poured them some tea as the man got his paperwork ready.

‘Mr Black, I am here to inform you that your maternal uncle Alphard Pollux Black left you his entire portion of the Black family fortune. Your mother, Walburga Black, has laid claim to it but it is rightfully yours, so if you do not accept it the money will go to her.’

Sirius could not believe it, growing up there had been only two members of his family he felt close to, Andromeda and his uncle Alphard, but he always assumed that after his parents disowned him that his uncle stopped caring about him as well. And then there was the money, it could be the funds Sirius and Remus had been dreaming of to truely start a life with each other and Harry.

'I need a verbal acceptance as well as a couple signatures.'

'Right, right-I accept.' Sirius then signed a document that said he accepted the money, as well as a document from Gringotts alllowing for the transfer of Alphard's gold into his account, afterwards the man started packing up to leave.

'Very well, you should see the funds in your Gringotts account within the hour, good day Mr Black.'

And with that he left.

Remus then sat down next to him, bewildered as to what just happened.

'How much money is it?'

'Enough that if we spend wisely could last us the rest of both of our lives. Remus, this is a big opportunity, we don't have to keep desperately searching for jobs anymore, we can search for our passions at our own pace.'

'I know it is your money, but something I have been thinking about for a while, ever since we stayed with the Tonks, is that it would be nice to live in a house. I think Harry would enjoy a back yard and I found transforming in a basement easier then rearranging the living room every full moon.'

'No, I agree, finding a more comfortable space outside the city sounds lovely Remus.'

Over the next week they quit there jobs and started searched for houses available in villages with higher magical populations, they eventually found a house in Cotswolds called Mould-on-the-Wold cottage. They put an offer down on it, and on the 20 of November it was accepted, and by mid-December they had moved into there new home. The downstairs had a large kitchen, living room, and office space. The upstairs contained four bedrooms, and a far better bathroom then there previous two apartments.

Soon it was Christmas, and by default, there first anniversary. It had snowed so they spent the day playing outside with Harry, he was so happy. That evening the Tonks' came to there new home and they had a delicious meal all as one big family. Afterwards they all relaxed in the living room, playing games and simply enjoying each others company. Remus eventually went into the kitchen to get some sweets, and Sirius followed.

'Don't worry love, I got this.'

'No, I just wanted to be alone with you for a minute. There is something I wanted to say in private.'

'Ok, go ahead.'

'Last year my world ended, I was lost and didn't think there was a tomorrow. You saved me, we hadn't spoken in almost a year but you came to my aid and risked everything so that I wouldn't lose Harry.'

'I would do it all over again to, Sirius, I regret nothing.'

'But I have regrets, despite how much you helped me it took me so long to not only realize your feelings for me, but that you to were hurting inside. I never want to put you through that again.'

'Sirius, that is so sweet.'

'Yes, well, what I am trying to say is after all this time I think we bring out the best in one another, and that we wouldn't be here if we had gone our separate ways.' Sirius got down on one knee, 'Remus John Lupin, I don't know what tomorrow holds, or how everything might end, but I know one thing, that together we can handle it and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you Moony. Will you do me the immense honour of marrying me and becoming my husband?'

Remus had tears streaming down his face at this point, and was shaking all over.

'Sirius, I love you and have loved you for such a long time and can not think of my life with out you by my side. Yes, merlin's beard yes I will marry you.'

They hugged, and kiss, and then re-entered the living room to share there news with the rest of there family. There festive moods were revitalized and the celebration of the holiday was now joined with the celebration of the engagement of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. The road ahead would not be easy, as love and life never is, but for the rest of their lives and beyond there love remained strong.

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003511265

Chapter 2: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003514336

Chapter 3: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003520568

Chapter 4: https://harrypotter.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000003526224

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Before I begin I want to clarify something, I try and follow the actual timeline as best I can however I will make little changes to the timeline that help my story, for example as I am sure some of you have noticed Sirius has yet to inherit his uncles fortune, that's not an error I did that on purpose, I needed both Remus and Sirius to be financially struggling for this to work. There have been other changes but none as big as that, now that that is explained, I shall continue.

Chapter Five: Unforgettable Holidays

December twenty-first Sirius was making supper magically which freed up time for him to show Harry flash cards to help with his expanding vocabulary. He had already learned so many more words since Hallowe’en. Over the last month, alongside growing the starts of a beard, Sirius had had many more deeply down moments, but he know talked to Remus when they happened and slowly they are getting fewer and far between. And for the first time in months Sirius felt truly happy.

‘Owl, this is an owl Harry, say owl.’

‘Elo.’

‘No Fawny, owl. Ow-wool, ow-wool.’

‘Ow.’

‘That’s good Harry. Here’s the next one. Harry, say moon.’

But weather Harry said anything Sirius could not tell because the door had opened and slammed shut. Remus came in, face red, and Sirius couldn’t tell if he was angry or deeply worried.

‘Mate, what’s the matter, why are you upset?’

‘We need to talk, something has happened. Dinner won’t catch fire if you take a minute, won’t it?’

‘No, it shouldn’t. One second.’

He picked up the toddler and put him in the makeshift play-pen and then followed Remus into his room. They both sat down on Remus’ bed.

‘There has been a vote today by the International Magical Office of Law, on a proposed werewolf restriction law, it passed.’

‘Oh Remus, I’m so sorry. That is terrible.’

‘Sirius, it is more then terrible, the law allows any employers to fire werewolf employees without cause, and for business to refuse service to werewolves. This could be life ruining.’

‘Hey, Remus, it’s going to be alright, your not a registered werewolf, the ministry can’t effect you.’

‘My "religious figure" Sirius, you aren’t listening, this law to me is very up-‘

CRASH! In the kitchen there was the sound of a pot hitting the floor, and then the loud cries of a baby.

‘Harry!’

Sirius ran into the kitchen, Remus right behind, and found the pot of boiling soup splattered on the floor, centimetres from where Harry sat. Quickly Sirius scooped up Harry and Remus used magic to clean up.

‘Is he ok?’

Sirius gave Harry a one over and then started comforting him.

‘The little fawn is ok, just really spooked. Guess we’re having tuna sandwiches tonight.’

And so they did, with Harry having a mashed up boiled egg. Remus stayed silent all supper so Sirius took that as a hint to be quite as well. That evening Remus helped Harry practice walking and then eventually put Harry to bed.

Sirius assumed Remus would then go to bed, but instead he came and sat next to Sirius on the couch they had in the living section.

‘You reacted really fast earlier, parental instincts are really kicking in.’

‘I guess.’

They sat in silence for a bit, finally Sirius talked.

‘I wanted to tell you something, I noticed a lot recently that you tend to refer to only me as Harry’s parent, you’ll say you help look after him but not that you are raising him, why?’

‘Because you’re his kin, not me. I’m really growing to care for the boy, but I’m not his father technically, you are. There is something I need to talk to you about as well, with this new law it could be harmful to you and Harry’s financial situation if I am found out, so once you get a raise or two I am going to get a meeting with the Wizengamots and move out.’

‘What, no, you can’t. What about Harry, you just said you care about him, I don’t think it would be healthy for another parental figure to leave him, and you yourself told me you didn’t think being here was a burden.’

‘I don’t think it’s a burden, it’s been an honour, but I am not his parent, and I think getting attached like I have to our living arrangement is unhealthy, and-‘

Sirius took Remus’ hand. ‘Moony, you are just as much Harry’s father as I am, he needs you. I need-‘

He couldn’t find the words to finish though. They were now looking into each other’s eyes, Remus had gotten lost in his blueish-grey eyes. Remus found himself leaning in when Harry started crying. Sirius stood up.

‘I’ll get him, then I’m going to bed. Good night Remus.’

‘Yes, um, good night.’

A couple days passed, Sirius had Christmas Eve afternoon off, and both Sirius and Remus had Christmas Day off. There wasn’t snow, but the bitter cold covered the outside and windows with beautiful white frost.

Christmas morning both men managed to sleep in for once, Harry was quite until almost nine in the morning. When they did awake to Harry making noise, they both met up in the small hallway.

‘Ready for Harry’s first Christmas?’

‘I hope, let’s do this Remus.’

And with that they walked into Harry’s room and let him out of his crib. They then led the wobbly walking toddler to main area of the apartment where a small evergreen was surrounded by a small pile of presents.

They started helping Harry open his presents, which included some fun toy, new clothes as he was quickly growing out of his own, as well as a foldable play tent to replace the makeshift play-pen. To Remus’ surprise there was a present from his father to Harry which was a blanket that had “To Harry, Love Paw-Paw” written on it. Harry immediately fell in love with the tent and started babbling inside it with some old and new toys. This left Sirius and Remus some time to give each other there gifts.

Remus handed Sirius two big boxes.

‘The first one I got you are you went on your first random motorcycle trip, and the second I have just been picking up here and there.’

Sirius opened the biggest box to find a silver Bell Star motorcycle helmet with a painted hound on both sides of it.

‘I know you already have a helmet, but it just came to mind and now your old one can be a spare.’

‘Thank you Remus, I think this is really touching.’

Sirius opened the second to find a bunch of muggle albums. Including “The Visitors”, “Welcome to "negative religious location"”, “Ten Years of Harmony”, “Damaged”, and “For Those About to Rock We Salute You”.

‘They’re all albums that came out within the last month I believe, not sure what you liked to I hope they’re all good.’

‘I am sure they are, can’t wait to listen to the AC/DC one. Now your turn Moony.’

‘Ok, ok.’

Sirius passed him a medium sized box, plus a handful of wrapped gifts that were obviously books. He opened the box first.

‘I practically raided Sugarplums’ shop.’

Inside the box was a dozen of different sweet treats, including Ginger Newt biscuits, shortbread cookies, butterscotch, a Chocolate Cauldron, Treacle and Butterbeer fudge, a couple peppermint toads, and some toffees.

‘This’ll definitely get me through until Easter, thank you Sirius.’

‘You’re welcome, now open the others.’

He did, and as he suspected they were books, however surprisingly they were cooking and baking books.

‘I remember you mentioning once or twice in school you wanted to learn how to make different foods, and I know you love sweets, so I thought these would be fun when you have down time. I know you are trying to do some research to, but I wasn’t sure what you needed, so there are a couple vouchers for Flourish and Blotts in there too.’

‘This is incredible, thank you so much Sirius, I will put all of these to good use.’

Harry then stuck his head out from his tent and called out, ‘Moony!’ Remus went from having a soft smile, to an ear to ear grin.

‘Sirius, Sirius did you hear that? He called me Moony, he called me Moony.’

‘Yes, we are his Moony and Paddy.’

The rest of the day went very well, they played with Harry, listened to music, and instead of having a feast they had a home cooked macaroni and cheese casserole. By evening Harry was fast asleep from all the excitement of the day. This left Sirius and Remus siting inform of the cracklings fire place with two glasses of spiked eggnog.

‘It might be the aged rum talking, but I can’t get our discussion from the other night out of my head. I don’t want you to go Remus, not just because Harry needs you are that you have helped me through a difficult time, but because I don’t want you to go. I really enjoy you by my side Remus.’

‘I don’t really want to go either, but I’m like a ticking time bomb, sooner or later the Ministry will kick me out, or I’ll transform and Harry’s see, or both, I don’t want to put you two through anymore hardships or trauma.’

‘But I don’t see you as a risk, I see you as someone who cares deeply for those he loves, and fights for what’s right, and is always there for you when needed, and Remus I think I need to tell you something but I don’t want to ruin our-‘

He could not finish however, as Remus had closed the distance between them with a kiss. Sirius was surprised for a second, but then leaned into it and put his hand on Remus’ scared face to caress his cheek.

Eventually they separated, an almost giddy smile on Remus’ face.

‘I was so scared before to tell you that I told myself I would never tell you, but now I am not scared anymore. I really like you Sirius, I don’t want go, not if you will have me here.’

‘I wouldn’t want you anywhere else.’

Christmas of 1981 was one of the happiest they would ever experience, if only they’d known the tragedies that were to come.

plus potatoes, sausages and whatnot, served to those who spent Christmas at Hogwarts (philosopher's stone).

Who's gonna eat that stuff?

In Harry's year there are 24 students named (sorting ceremony or other). Let's say we don't get all names, so maybe 40 students altogether.

Multiplied with seven (seven years at Hogwarts) that'd be 280 students plus maybe a dozen teachers. Make that 20 teachers (I'm feeling generous today). 300 persons.

But most of the students visit their families for Christmas. Only a few stay, certainly not hundred.

Who's gonna eat one bloody hundred turkeys?!

It had been 24 years since the war ended and almost everything had changed. There were big things, like McGonagall becoming Headmistress, I now have a family of my own and we saved the Wizarding World once again when Al and his friend Scorpius used the time turner. But there were little things as well. Teddy followed in his mother’s footsteps, he is Metamorphmagus and in Hufflepuff! Al got into Slytherin, but I have learnt to live with it. Gin said that there is no point fighting with family.

“Harry! Come on, it is time for dad’s annual speech!” Called out Ron.

I go and sit at my spot on the table. Ginny to my right and Ron is to my left. He hasn’t changed at all. Except, now he is married to Hermione, has two children and currently works at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. I was lost in thought when Mr. Weasley started his speech

“Dear family, I cannot find the words to express how happy I am to see all your faces. We have made it through an exceedingly difficult year, and I can only appreciate the long way we have come. It feels amazing to have such a great family and experience the joys of this beautiful holiday under the same roof. I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas and I hope that next year brings you more joy and more occasions to be together as the beautiful family we are.” He finished

“Dad, that was a great speech!” Commented Ginny

I look around the table and see all the Weasleys’. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Bill, Fleur and their kids, Charlie then Percy, Audrey and their kids, Fred’s chair remains empty in his honour, but next to his chair is George then Angelina and their kids, Hermione, Rose, Hugo, Ron then me, Ginny, James, Albus and Lily. Teddy wasn’t a Weasley, but he has joined us for Christmas this year.

When we are all done eating, I go over to Mrs. Weasley.

“Mrs. Weasley, the food was truly amazing. Thank you so much!” I complimented.

“Oh, Harry dear. No problem” Mrs. Weasley replied.

“Dad!” called out a voice from behind Harry.

“Yes Al” Harry replied.

I saw the angry expression Albus’ face and corrected myself.

“Sorry, Albus.” I corrected.

“Thank you. Dad, when is Scorpius getting here?” he asked.

“Well, they should be getting here soon.” I answered.

“Hey Albus, somebody is at the door.” Rose called out

Al and I walked over to the door, and as excepted it was Scorpius and Draco.

“Well, I’ll just be going now.” said Draco.

“Draco, why don’t you join us? If we can’t be friends, then at least we shouldn’t be enemies, for Albus and Scorpius’ sake.” I said.

“Sure. For Scorpius’ sake.” Replied Draco.

Well, that is one more great Christmas with my great family.

I wrote it for CHT's Tournament but I thought I would share it. It is my first Fanfic, do you like it?