The Mathias Prophecy Book II

MATHIAS PROPHECY BOOK II

Happy Christmas

Harry stretched lazily in bed, the dull winter light shining through the windows. She had stayed up late last night with Ron and Ginny, and they had hung out talking and playing Wizard's Chess. Very few of the Gryffindors had not gone home for the Holiday, and there were only about ten students left in each of their respective houses. Harry liked the holiday recess, as the rules were less stringent and it gave the students' time to get to know the teachers better. She had always enjoyed Christmas dinner since the instructors and students would all sit together at the same table.

This year was going to be wonderful, and the articles in yesterday's Daily Prophet had everyone talking. It seemed that Sirius suddenly had many friends, most of whom claimed that they knew he had been innocent all along. 'Humph'...she thought, 'they didn't give a hoot about him a week ago, and if anyone had asked they would have denied knowing him.' She was nervous though, and her anxiety was growing since she still had not been told when he would be coming back.

Ron's parents and brothers would be here this evening, but Dumbledore had said absolutely nothing to her about Sirius. She hadn't asked him either, suspecting that he didn't want to tell her anything yet. She only hoped that he would be there to spend Christmas with her, and couldn't conceive of him leaving her alone, not after all she had been through. She wanted to send him an owl, but wasn't sure if she should do so. Professor Lupin had indicated he knew where Sirius had been hiding prior to his being declared innocent, but even he had told her absolutely nothing now that he was a free man. Her reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Just a minute," she called, "who's there?"

"Professor McGonagall, may I come in?"

"Yes, of course," Harry called getting out of bed and putting on her robe to answer the door, "is everything okay?"

"Yes dear, in fact I was going to ask you the same thing," McGonagall's crisp voice responded as she studied Harry, "it's almost eleven and no one had seen or spoken to you all morning. The Headmaster and your friends were concerned."

"Oh my gosh! I didn't realize it was so late. I was up until almost one with Ron and Ginny. When I finally went to bed, I didn't fall asleep right away.

"Out past curfew again, Harry?"

"Oh, Professor," Harry grinned red faced; "you know the rules tend to be relaxed during the holiday recess."

"Just the same, do you think it's wise to admit it to the Deputy Headmistress?"

"Only on Christmas Eve," she laughed pulling clothes out of her closet. "I am grateful for the concern though. I'm sorry you were all so worried."

"Well get dressed and come on down for lunch. I'll tell the Headmaster everything is fine and that you just slept in."

"Professor, before you go, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, dear. Do you have some kind of problem?"

"What? No, nothing like that. It's about Transfiguration."

"What would you like to know?"

"Well, you're an animagus, and can turn yourself into a tabby cat."

"Yes, you've seen me do it a number of times."

"Well...how did you know to become a cat? What determines the animal you're going to become? I mean, did you want to turn into a tabby cat?"

"You're not trying to transform are you?" McGonagall asked eyeing her suspiciously.

"No, I was just curious," Harry lied taking her shoes out of the closet to avoid McGonagall's stiff scrutiny.

"The animal is both a matter of preference, ability, and what is in your heart or soul. Your father was a stag because he was the leader of his little group, and protective of them all. Your godfather is a large black dog since he's also protective of those he cares for, but was well...a bit wild and more impulsive in his actions. The headmaster has told me that Pettigrew is a rat. I don't think you need an explanation for that."

"Then you're a cat since you are usually patient, but can be aloof and sit and watch from a distance, like a cat would do."

"Basically, yes. You choose the animal but it must also be a part of you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I think I do. If the animal you want to be isn't what's also on the inside, you won't be able to transform."

"Exactly. That's one of the reason's it is so difficult to become an animagus. Now I want you to promise me you aren't going to try something like becoming an animagus without either myself or someone else with you that is gifted with transfiguration."

"Yes, Ma'am," she responded unable to meet McGonagall's eyes.

"Harry did you lie to me a few minutes ago? I won't be angry with you if you tell me the truth," McGonagall gently tilted Harry's chin up to meet her gaze.

"All right, I've tried several times, but can't seem to get it right," Harry confessed.

"What animal did you select?"

"A hawk."

"Why a hawk? It seems like an unusual choice for you."

"I picked it for Professor Lupin. I told him a story about a princess who is a hawk by day and her lover who is a wolf by night. They were cursed by an evil wizard when she spurned him. That's why he's nicknamed me Princess."

"What a sad story. Does it have a happy ending?"

"Yes, the curse is broken and they live happily ever after."

"Is that the only reason you chose a hawk?"

"No, I also love to fly and a hawk is aggressive. Everyone expects me to go against Voldemort and to do so you need power and aggression."

"I see, but you need to realize that hawks are also birds of prey. They're hunters. How far have you gotten?"

"I can partially transform, but I'm sure it isn't a hawk."

"Do you have any idea what it is?"

"Some other bird. For a while I was afraid it was a chicken; the colors are all wrong for a hawk."

"Then you aren't meant to be a hawk. As I said before, a hawk is predatory. You're not hunting the Dark Lord; you will stand against him. Show me exactly how much you are able to do."

"Now?"

"Yes, now," she told Harry sternly looking at her over her glasses.

"Okay," Harry agreed reluctantly, taking a step back.

Closing her eyes, she did the complex series of spells in her mind. He body immediately shrank to the size of a swan, and her arms turned into wings with brilliant scarlet plumage. Feathers of red and gold appeared on her lower body. Her feet were talons, but her head and neck remained human, as did her face, just smaller.

"Professor are you all right? You're looking at me funny."

"I want you to turn back, and then we'll talk," McGonagall instructed shakily. She was staring at Harry in disbelief.

Harry did as Professor McGonagall instructed her and then sat down on the bed, as the Professor did the same. "Professor, is something wrong?"

"Harry, how long have you been trying to transform on your own?"

"Since the middle of September."

"That's all, and you've gotten this far all by yourself in such a short time?" McGonagall questioned incredulous.

"Yes, Professor. I wanted to surprise Sirius and the others. Have I done something wrong?"

"Aside from your usual rule breaking, no," the Deputy Headmistress told her pursing her lips. "Professor Dumbledore is unaware of your attempts?'

"I believe so, I never told him about it. I haven't even told Ron and Hermione."

"Very well. Now, you are not a chicken or a hawk. I want you to try again, and leave your mind free and think only about flying, the way it makes you feel, and what you can see from the air. Don't concentrate on the kind of bird, just let yourself go. You're almost there except for the final transformation. You're thinking about the wrong things and need to let the transformation take place on its own. Once you transform you will be aware that you're human, but will also start to develop the abilities of the animal you become. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, will there be anything else?"

"Just one thing, I want you to stand in front of the mirror so that you can see yourself after you transform. You may not get it on the first try, but you definitely have the ability. Now go ahead, and try again."

Harry got up from the bed and went to stand in front of the full-length mirror in her room. She was nervous, and licked her lips, her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted this to work, but was concerned that McGonagall had been looking at her so strangely. She had the impression that the Professor knew what kind of bird she was going to be.

"Go on, Harry, there is no need to be afraid. I think you will be very happy when you see yourself fully transformed," the Deputy Headmistress reassured her.

"All right," she smiled nervously.

She took a deep breath and began to feel herself flying. She pictured the earth below her on the Quidditch field and the wind rushing in her ears. In the back of her mind, she began the complex series of spells for transformation. She felt free and alive, and wanted to soar above the earth and then glide on the wind, looking down at the people and buildings below. She felt her body begin to change and could feel the joy and freedom of knowing she was one with nature.

She opened her eyes a few minutes later and looked in the mirror. Opening her mouth to speak, a soft crooning noise came out. She wanted to jump for joy. She had fully transformed, and studying the brilliant scarlet and gold plumage and listening to her soft trilling noises, she very slowly spread her wings, and flew over to land on Professor McGonagall's shoulder. The old witch smiled with delight, and Harry just trilled and crooned affectionately.

"Harry, I know you would like nothing better than to go outside and fly for awhile, but you need to turn yourself back. You have done a most amazing thing and the Headmaster will want to know about it."

Harry trilled and flew off her shoulder and back onto the floor, taking one last look in the mirror. She then did the reverse transformation and turned to Professor McGonagall, "Professor, can we wait to tell the Headmaster until Sirius comes. I want to surprise them both. I don't know if he'll be here for Christmas, but he should be back soon."

"My better judgment tells me we should let the Headmaster know about this immediately, but I will defer for a few days. I don't know when Sirius is returning, but I believe it will be soon. In the meantime, you are not to speak of this to anyone, and I want you to come to my room to practice. Do you understand me?"

"Thank you," Harry hugged the stern old witch with delight, "it will be our secret. I promise."

"Then why don't you get dressed and we'll go on down to the Great Hall before the Headmaster comes looking for us both."

"I'll be ready in a jiffy," she replied grabbing her clothes and heading into the bathroom. She took a fast shower and emerged fifteen minutes later fully dressed, towel drying her hair.

"Come here, Child, your hair is growing like a weed. Let me show you how to braid it."

"Thank you, Professor; it is getting in the way," Harry said standing still while the witch deftly put her hair into a French braid.

"You look lovely, dear," she smiled. "Shall we go?"

"Just give me one more minute," Harry pleaded as she pulled out some mascara and lipstick. Applying the cosmetics, she put her glasses back on, and then they left together.

They swiftly made their way downstairs to the Great Hall where the staff and remaining students were beginning to gather for lunch. Harry was happy and grinning, and gave Ron and Ginny a big hug before sitting down. Professor McGonagall, just looked at her in amusement, and took a seat further down the table by Professors Dumbledore, Snape, and Lupin, who were sitting opposite Professor Flitwick, Sinestra, Sprout, and Trelawney, who had come out of her tower for the Holidays.

She was looking down the table towards Harry, who quickly turned towards Ginny and Ron, to avoid hearing any of her usual predictions of death, which she usually had for Harry. Unfortunately, she was too late and the Professor rose from her seat and came over to where Harry was sitting.

"Miss Potter, and Mr. and Miss Weasley, I had a dream about the three of you last night which has me concerned. You were all visiting with Ron and Ginny's family, but there is a Grim in your future. I saw it plainly, when Mr. Weasley came into the room with your mother dear. The Grim was following Miss Potter. I am worried that this will not be such a happy holiday for you. Death seems to be stalking you."

"Thank you for the warning, Professor, I'll be sure to be careful," Harry replied politely, thinking that the Grim may in fact be Sirius in dog form.

Her heart was racing, and she could see Professor Dumbledore watching her with interest. Meeting his eyes from down the table she grinned mischievously and began helping herself to some of the sumptuous lunch dishes the house elves had prepared for them, dismissing Professor Trelawney.

"So lazy bones, you slept through breakfast and just left us poor souls to wonder what you were up to? You had us all a nervous wreck."

"I wasn't nervous, Ron," Ginny retorted. "Harry can take care of herself. Besides, I would have slept late too if you hadn't come and woke me up!"

"Ron just doesn't want to miss the action. He loves it when we have an adventure, and the last one was on Halloween when he wasn't with me," Harry laughed. "I guess I owe him some mischief."

"Can I come too?" Ginny asked her eyes bright. "I haven't been in on any of your adventures."

"Gee, Gin," Ron looked at her askance, "what about the Chamber of Secrets?"

"That was different, I was kidnapped by You- Know- Who."

"And very nearly ended up food for that damned big snake," Harry laughed, "along with me!"

"Yeah," Ron quipped, "and we also nearly had our memories wiped by Lockhart. It's a good thing my wand backfired."

"What ever happened to Professor Lockhart? Has anyone ever heard anything?" Ginny inquired.

"I believe he's still in St. Mungo's, "Harry said thoughtfully, "Although I haven't really heard anything."

"Speaking of hearing anything, have you heard from Sirius?" Ron whispered.

"Not a word, Ron, and nobody has said anything to me either. I hope he'll be here for Christmas, but now I'm beginning to worry."

"Harry, if Sirius can't be here, he'll let you know. I can't believe he would just not show up or send word," Ron reassured her. "Sirius really worries about you, and how many times did he risk his own freedom just to make sure you were safe from You- Know -Who."

"Why don't you ask Dumbledore or Professor Lupin if he will be here?"

"No, Ginny, I don't feel I should. I'll just wait, Dumbledore would tell me if he knew anything. How about your dad, is he getting used to being named acting head of the Ministry of Magic?"

"Are you kidding? He was shocked. Mum was in tears she was so happy."

"Yeah, and Percy was strutting around like a peacock according to Fred and George. They'll be no living with him now," Ron groaned.

"How about Bill and Charlie, what did they say?"

"They were thrilled, and sorry they couldn't be here for the holiday. Bill couldn't get away and Charlie is going to a special seminar on the handling of Peruvian Vipertooth's. You know, the South American dragons they had a problem with for breeding too rapidly. They're really vicious and have a liking for human flesh."

"Ron, not while we're eating!" Ginny frowned.

"Okay you two, it's Christmas, no fighting is allowed."

"So what do you two want to do today?"

"We could go into Hogsmeade, and see if Fred and George need help in the magic shop," Ron suggested thoughtfully, "that should kill a few hours till Mum and Dad get here. We could all come back together then."

"I don't know if I can. You know Dumbledore doesn't let me go anywhere without someone with me, but you two can go. Don't think you have to stay here on my account. I can always find something to do."

"Oh, Harry, are you sure? Maybe Professor Lupin could accompany us."

"Ginny, take a good look at Professor Lupin this morning. The moon was full last night, and I do not think he feels up to spending the day with us in Hogsmeade. He will need to rest. Fortunately, last night was the last night for the full moon, so he should be able to enjoy Christmas."

"I'm sorry, I didn't really think. What about Dumbledore, could he come with us?"

"Gin, he's too busy with everything that's going on with the Ministry. Remember he and Mad Eye Moody are overseeing Dad with his new position."

"Well, there's always Professor..."

"Not on your life, little sister," Ron stated adamantly, "I do not want to spend Christmas Eve in Hogsmeade with Professor Snape!"

"Why is that, Mr. Weasley?" Snape's cool voice came from behind him. Harry and Ginny were laughing so hard their eyes were tearing, as Ron spun around in his seat so fast he lost his balance and fell off the bench.

"Professor Snape," he choked, "I ah...was just saying to Harry...that...ah...maybe you could...ah...go with us into Hogsmeade today?"

"I would be delighted to accompany Miss Potter, if she chooses to go with you," Snape smiled evilly, his dark eyes glittering dangerously, as Ron got up from the floor and sat back down at the table.

"Unfortunately, I would prefer none of the students goes into Hogsmeade today," Dumbledore said from his place up the table. "I am concerned that Voldemort may be getting ready to make trouble. Harry and the Weasley's will be particularly vulnerable due to all the changes at the Ministry of Magic."

"I understand, Headmaster. I'm sure these young Gryffindors can find something to do for the afternoon. If not I can give them some help with their Potions."

"That's quite all right, Professor, I'm sure Harry and I will be able to entertain Ginny."

"I do have something in mind, Professor. I also have to see Professor McGonagall later on as I did have a problem with some of the advanced transfiguration lessons," she smiled at the older witch who looked back at her conspiratorially.

"Very well, then, Potter, Weasley's, have a good day," Snape responded dryly and headed out of the Great Hall.

"Harry, why didn't you let me know Snape was behind me?"

"I thought you saw him get up to leave. You have the worst timing when it comes to Professor Snape. If you could have seen your face..." Harry started to laugh again and Ginny just shook her head.

"So what do you have in mind?"

"Come on, and I'll tell you," she whispered so the Professors could not hear, as she rose from the table, "just watch out for Snape."

"Are we going down to the dungeons?" Ginny questioned eagerly.

"No, we're going upstairs and explore some of the empty classrooms. I'm going to be very disobedient and try to find where Dumbledore has hidden the Mirror of Erised."

"Now that sounds like fun!"

"What is the Mirror of Erised?" Ginny asked eagerly. "I never heard of it."

"It's a mirror that shows you your secret desires. I found it in my first year, and showed it to Ron. Dumbledore moved it and made me promise not to go looking for it again, and up until today, I have kept my word. It's where he hid the Philosopher's stone."

"Harry, won't Dumbledore be angry with you if he finds out what we're doing?"

"Ginny, I have to look in that mirror. When I was eleven it showed me with my parents, but I know now that isn't possible. A person's desires change as they get older and I'm curious to see what the mirror will show me."

"Ginny's right though, Harry, you've never broken a promise to Dumbledore before."

"Then I'll tell him afterwards. I don't like keeping secrets from him, but I know he won't let me do this if I ask him," Harry told her friends as they climbed up to the third floor. "Keep a good look out for Filch and Mrs. Norris. I didn't see them down at lunch."

"Oh, Harry, do you Ron and Hermione do this sort of thing all the time? It's no wonder you three are always getting detention."

"Scared, Gin? You can always go back," Ron, taunted his sister.

"No way, I'm here for the duration. If we get caught, then I do detention too."

"We will get caught, if you two don't stop talking so loud. The sound really echoes in these empty rooms."

"Harry's right, Ron, and Mum and Dad are coming. All we need is to be caught where we don't belong. Mum will be furious and Dad will be so embarrassed," Ginny whined, starting to get nervous.

"Hush, both of you," Harry hissed stopping in her tracks, "I have the feeling we're being followed."

"Harry, you're daft. You're just feeling jumpy because you snuck up here with us. Keep it up and you'll sound like Ginny."

"No, Ron, I'm sure someone is here. I can feel them."

"What do you feel, Harry?" Ginny asked curiously. "Ron told me about your being an empath. Can you really feel other people's pain and emotions?"

"Yes, Ginny, and I know who's following us now."

"Who is it Harry? I don't see anyone. Do they have an invisibility cloak?"

"He doesn't need one. He is able to make himself appear to be invisible."

"Oh, no, it's not...?" Ron moaned curling his lip anxiously

"It is, and he's not exactly angry, but he's not happy with us either."

"Who is it you two? I still don't see anyone. If someone is really there we could be in danger. What if it's You- Know- Who?" Ginny wailed getting frightened.

"Don't be scared," Ginny, "it is definitely not Voldemort."

"Please don't say his name," Ginny begged her voice unsteady.

"Headmaster, please show yourself. Ginny's getting really scared. You may be angry, but I don't think you would ever deliberately cause anyone of us to be afraid of you," Harry said to the air, waiting for a response.

"Dumbledore!" she exclaimed; "now we're in real trouble. What will Mum and Dad say?" Ginny started to cry, and Harry began to get angry. Putting her arms around her friend, she spoke angrily to Dumbledore.

"Now see what you've done. Ginny's crying because she's afraid she's in trouble because she wanted nothing more than to be with us and have some kind of an adventure. I thought of something safe, where she wouldn't get hurt and now see what's happened. You may be unhappy with me for breaking my promise, but I'm just as unhappy with you. I never thought I'd see the day where you would hurt a person's feelings. That's twice now in the same week. Maybe you're not the person I always thought you were."

"You needn't shout, Harry, I'm right next to you," Dumbledore said appearing. "Ginny, Child, you're not in trouble. There's no need to cry," he told her gently. "Ron, why don't you take your sister back down to Gryffindor Tower? I happen to know there are some early treats set up in all the common rooms."

"Yes, Sir," Ron took Ginny by the arm and walked back the way they had come, leaving Harry alone with Dumbledore.

"Come with me, Harry," Dumbledore motioned as he turned and walked further up the hallway. "I am disappointed in you. Why do you feel you can't come and ask me things.?"

"I'm afraid to. I always seem to get no reply, or a negative answer when I do ask."

"Why do you think that is?"

"I don't know. I feel like you're smothering me. I can't even go out without someone following me like a child. It's gotten to the point where the other students snicker behind my back, especially the Slytherins. Why don't you trust me anymore?"

"Is that what you think? That I don't trust you?"

"Yes, er...no, I mean, I don't know. I just don't want to be made to feel like a child."

"The mirror is in here," Dumbledore said opening the door to an empty room, "if you really want to look in it do so now. It's up to you."

Harry looked from Dumbledore to the outline of the mirror, which she could see in the gloom, before she spoke. "I don't need to look in the mirror, Professor. I know what it is that I truly desire deep inside of me, and I think you do too."

"Then be patient, Child, things happen in their own time," Dumbledore smiled tenderly as he put a locking charm on the door, and then embraced her. "I do trust you. What I want is for you to trust my judgment. I promised your parents that I would keep you safe, and that's just what I'm trying to do. I know Voldemort wants you and is growing more desperate. I'm not trying to keep you from growing up, I want to see that you do grow up."

"Headmaster, how can you say that, when we both know that I may not survive that final encounter with Voldemort? We both know that the prophecy was unclear on whether I survive. All we do know is that Voldemort won't."

"Then humor an old man, and let him see that you're given the skills which may help you to survive that final encounter. If need be, I would die in your place to stop him."

"No!" Harry said grabbing onto him fiercely. "Please don't ever say that. I know you have the power to stop him, I can feel it in you. I also know why you don't use it. You did so once, with Grindelwald, and understand how tempting it can be. That's why Riddle went bad. He wanted to use that same power for his own gain. You think I don't know how much power I really have, but I can sense it. I never asked for it, and would have been perfectly happy just being able to achieve Ordinary Wizarding Levels. I refuse to let anyone die in my place, besides, if I fail you'll be needed more than ever," she looked up into his blue eyes, and found they were moist.

"Harry, you are a very special person. You can see the good in everyone. It wouldn't surprise me if you found something good in Voldemort."

"There is, he never stopped loving his mother, even though he never knew her. The problem is, that he blamed her death on his father and it twisted his mind. He became a sociopath, and now hates anyone who is able to love another person. That's one of the reasons he killed my parents, and why he made certain that Professor Snape became a widower. It's also, why he hates me. You see, I know more than you all give me credit for," she explained, as they both walked back towards the second floor.

Dumbledore stopped, and turned her to face him in the dim hallway. "Child, you are very perceptive. I know you want to know what is going on more often then I can tell you, but you're too young to take your rightful place among the Order, and you deserve the time to be a teenager. Don't grow up too fast; the world will be there when you're ready."

"The world may be there Headmaster, but I may not," Harry turned away from him, and began stalking down the hall.

She was angry and hated her life. She had no family, and no real home of her own. The people she depended on and trusted refused to confide in her about the things she most wanted to know. She was back to thinking that all she was good for was to defeat the Dark Lord. Nobody loved her simply because she was Harry. Even Sirius seemed to have abandoned her.

Harry had reached her room before she even realized that was where she was going. Unlocking her door, she entered and flung herself on the bed. She was crying again, and confused. She didn't like all these conflicting emotions. 'Why do I feel like this?' she asked herself. 'I wish I had someone to talk to who could understand how I feel. Even my friends don't understand. They all have families who care about them. I think I'm the only one in Hogwarts who's an orphan. God, maybe Voldemort felt like me, maybe I am going to turn out as evil as he is,' Harry sobbed aloud to herself, before she felt a set of strong arms around her. A soft familiar voice crooned comfortingly in her ear. Dumbledore had followed her without her being aware of it.

"Child, there isn't an evil bone in your body, and you have every right to feel unhappy. I know it hurts you to see the other students with their families. I've watched you with the Weasley's. I've seen the look in your eyes when Hermione goes home for the Holidays, and when Neville goes to see his parents in St. Mungo's with his grandmother."

"I have nobody, and all I want is to feel happy," Harry cried into Dumbledore's shoulder, "even Neville has his grandmother, and there's always hope his parents will regain their sanity."

"What did I tell you the other day? Didn't I say that I loved you as if you were my own flesh and blood?"

"Yes."

"And you know Sirius, and Remus care about you, as well as Severus, even though he will only admit it grudgingly."

"Yes, but it doesn't matter. I have no home except for the Dursley's and they don't really want me. I feel like I'm on the outside looking in. I think Tom Riddle must have felt the same way. The only difference is that he lived in an orphanage. The parallels scare me sometimes. He himself has often pointed them out."

"He does that to get you to believe you two are both alike. He wants you to believe in his power. He wants you to come over to his side. Has he not offered you sanctuary if you would just join him?"

"Why does he want me to join him? What difference would it make whether he tries to kill me or if I join him?"

"If you join him, he will have your power as well as his. He knows he will be able to achieve all his goals if you work together. If you stay loyal to me, it is too much of a threat. He knows I can stand against him. If you and I stand together, he will be defeated. The question is, will you do what is right, or can he persuade you to stand up to all that you believe in."

"He's tried to get me to come over to him a few times, but I have always refused. I could never hurt people the way that he does. He's insane."

"I know, Child, he has been for a long time. I believe his mind went many years ago."

"If I refused to stand up to Voldemort and wanted to go someplace far away, what would you say?"

"I would let you go. I love you enough that I would never force you to stay and confront him if you chose not to do so," Dumbledore brushed the hair from her scar, his blue eyes locked with her green ones.

He sat cradling her for some time, trying desperately to soothe the agony in her heart. He knew and understood her loneliness; he wanted her to be happy. It had been so much easier when she was younger, but adolescence could be a difficult time, hers made more so by the circumstances of her life.

"Professor," she said after awhile, "why does my life have to be so complicated?"

"Child," he smiled gently, "your life is no more complicated than mine is. You just feel like it is right now. It's called adolescence. Your too old for things that used to make you feel good, and too young to be treated as an adult. You're feeling things differently, and looking at the world in a new way. One day you're happy and the next day you're not. It will pass, Harry, and when it does you'll be a young woman."

"Professor..."

"Hmm...?'

"You sound like one of those old Muggle instructional movies that they show just before you finish primary school."

"Do I?" he laughed. "I suppose it's because I know how hard that time of life can be."

"Now, don't you dare tell me you remember what it was like when you were my age, because the world was a much simpler place then."

"In some ways, yes, but in other ways it has stayed the same. I do remember some of my youth. I'm not totally senile yet."

"You're not senile at all. You just like people to think you're a little crazy at times. I have you all figured out Albus Dumbledore," she said brazenly, "you are a master at manipulating people, especially the ones you care about. If it was up to you life would really be a bowl of cherries, and we would all live happily ever after."

"I'm working on it," he told her playfully, "except there is one little witch who never seems to follow the rules. What should I do with her?"

"Just keep making sure she knows there really are people who care about her, and maybe one day she'll walk into your office the young woman you are hoping she will become," Harry sighed, hugging him, as he kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Feeling better?"

"No, I miss Sirius. I was hoping he would come back for Christmas."

"Well, there is still time. It isn't Christmas yet. Maybe he wanted to do some Holiday shopping."

"Ha Ha," she said sarcastically, "he should know that all I want is for him to be here with us."

"He does know, and if it's possible he will be. You just need to be patient a little while longer. He will come back, if not for Christmas, than as soon as he can get here. He's taking care of personal matters and trying to get his life back in order. It hasn't been easy for him either you know."

"I know, but nobody ever tells me anything," Harry moaned, trying not to start sobbing again. "I'm tired of always being patient. I want something in my lousy life to go right for once."

"Harry," Dumbledore looked down at her sternly, "you do not have a lousy life. I know that sometimes it feels that we are being unfair to you, but we don't want you to be disappointed either. I could tell you Sirius will be here, but the fact of the matter is I don't know myself. I told you that if it's possible he will be here, but I don't want you to sit and wait for something that may not happen. He misses you, and wants to make sure you will be safe and happy. Now I want you to try to pull yourself together. Professor McGonagall is looking for you to go over the lesson that you had asked her about."

"Yes, Sir," Harry sniffed, getting up and going into the bathroom to wash her face. "I don't feel much like doing it though. My heart just isn't in it."

"Nonsense, it may be just what you need to feel better. It will help you to redirect your energy." Dumbledore steered her to the door, and escorted her to the Deputy Headmistress's quarters. "Now, I want you to try and stop fretting about Sirius. I know he will be very upset if he finds out you're feeling so unhappy, especially when he's working so hard at trying to make things better for the two of you."

"I'll try," she responded halfheartedly as Professor McGonagall opened her door to the Headmaster's knock.

"Come in Harry. You and I have some work to do if you want to get that transfiguration lesson just right. Albus, thank you for finding her for me. This is quite important and I want to make certain that she knows what she is doing."

"Then I will leave you two alone. Harry, I will see you at dinner. Remember what I told you. Try to focus your attention on your lesson. Minerva, try to get Harry to cheer up, she is feeling rather lonely today. I think what she needs is something to distract her from her troubles."

"I know just the thing, Albus. I have the perfect cure for a case of the 'holiday blues'."

"Very well, then I will leave you two alone. I need to go and see the Weasley children and reassure them that they are not in any trouble," Dumbledore winked at Harry, and then disappeared.

Harry watched in amazement. She knew he possessed the skill to make himself appear invisible, but had never seen him actually do it until today. She wondered if he could teach it to her. Professor McGonagall was smiling at the astonished look on her face.

"It's amazing how he can do that. It's one of his favorite tricks. He only does it for people he really cares about."

"Do you know how he does it?"

"It's very advanced magic and only a very few witches and wizards have ever achieved it. Even You- Know -Who can't do it, although I understand he can transform."

"I believe he can transform into a snake. Can the Headmaster transform too?"

"I think he used to, but he prefers to make himself invisible. He loves to see the look on people's faces when he just vanishes. Now, how about some practice. You need to work on getting faster and more comfortable with the transformation. You will gradually begin to gain the skills of your animal and you will be able to communicate with other animals. They will recognize that you are not a real animal, but if you are careful they will gradually begin to trust you."

"How long will it take before I get the skills of my animagus?" Harry asked curiously.

"I believe you already have some of them, but they are not yet fully developed. The more you transform, the faster you will adapt. I don't want you changing alone, though. It can still be dangerous, even though you have achieved the ability; you aren't yet skilled enough to do it automatically," Professor McGonagall explained and then transformed in one swift movement.

"Professor, you are a very pretty kitty," Harry laughed picking her up and petting her gently. "Is your night vision really as good as a real cat?"

"Meow," the cat replied jumping back to the floor and transforming back into the older witch.

"Are you ready to try again?"

"I wasn't when I came down here, but after watching you I am."

"All right. Just relax and do I as I told you earlier. Let your mind become one with the animagus inside of you."

Harry closed her eyes and again felt the sensations of a bird in flight, the sun warming her and the wind rushing past. She was free, and could see how small the world really was. She felt the subtle change and let her mind and body become one. When she opened her eyes again, she had transformed, and Professor McGonagall was smiling down at her. She was happy and excited, spreading her wings; she flew around the room twice before lighting on the Professor's shoulder, and admiring herself in the mirror by her bed. She then flew to the floor and transformed back into human form.

"Professor, why is it easier for me to turn myself back to human form? Is there a reason?"

"Yes dear, it is because you are a human being. Once you perfect the ability to transform automatically, you will be able to do so without even thinking about the complexity of the spells you are doing. Now, I want you to try and do it again."

"Yes, Ma'am, but can I go outside and fly around? It's very crowded in here."

"No, Harry, I'm afraid not. I don't want you to go outside until you're comfortable flying with your wings. It will also be easier to fly outside when it isn't so windy. I think you should start gradually. Once we've let the Headmaster and your godfather know you can transform we can start you out by letting you fly about in some of the hallways for practice. When the weather permits, they can take you outside, and you can start to get the feel for flying in the air currents."

"All right," Harry replied somewhat disappointed. She hadn't thought that transforming could be so complicated, and imagined that part of the problem was the fact that she was not limited to the ground like most animagi.

She practiced with Professor McGonagall for about two hours, and then the witch decided that she should rest and proclaimed that the lesson was finished.

"We'll let the Headmaster know as soon as you're ready, Harry. I want you to come and practice with me every day until then, but we won't need to be as long as today. You are advancing rapidly, and I think in another week you will be able to transform as easily as any other animagus. The Headmaster will be very surprised and so will Sirius. This is a very special skill and only a very few are able to attain it. Use it wisely."

"I will. I love doing it and can't wait till I can get more flying time," Harry beamed feeling better than she had all day. Now I think I should go and get ready for dinner. Ron and Ginny's family will be here and they haven't seen me since they found out I wasn't a wizard, but a witch. It will be interesting to see their reactions to the new me."

"I think they'll be very impressed. Now go on and get ready. I'm sure it will be a fun evening. I believe the twins and Percy will be here also," Professor McGonagall told her thoughtfully.

"I will see you at dinner then Professor," Harry grinned as she left the Deputy Headmistress and went back to her room to freshen up.

She took a fast shower and changed into a skirt and blouse with her Gryffindor robes over it. The French braid in her hair was still wound tightly so she decided to leave it in and putting on some fresh makeup she surveyed herself in the mirror. Her green eyes sparkled against her fair skin and thick dark hair. Her face was flushed with excitement, and she hoped that Sirius would come back, but was trying hard not to get her hopes up after the afternoon's conversation with Dumbledore. At least she could spend time with the Weasley's as well as Professor Lupin. He rarely spoke about his family, and when he did it usually was just a brief statement. She wondered if he was as lonely as she was, and knew he missed Sirius also. Taking one final look at herself, she decided she was satisfied with her appearance, and headed to the Great Hall for dinner.

Entering the vast room, she noted that the enchanted ceiling was snowing, and realized she hadn't looked outside in some time. The hall was decorated for the Holiday's and the lights on the trees were twinkling along with the many decorations. The hearths were blazing, and she thought how beautiful the Christmas season really was and that it really did help to brighten up the otherwise dreary winter months. Looking around she spotted Ron and Ginny sitting with their brothers. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were not there, and she wondered if they had arrived yet. Fred and George spotted Harry and motioned for her to come over and sit with them.

"Harry, I missed you the one time you came into Hogsmeade," Fred grinned, looking her up and down. "George didn't tell me how pretty you were after the whole story came out, now I know why. Trying to keep away the competition little brother?"

"Why not," George laughed nudging his twin in the ribs, "All's fair in love and war. Harry you look prettier than the last time I saw you. Come and have a seat beside me."

"I saw her first; she's going to sit with me and Percy," Fred said indicating their other brother, who worked at the Ministry of Magic with Mr. Weasley.

"Harry just ignore those two," Percy smiled admiringly, "and sit with me. I at least will behave like a gentleman."

"Yeah, because if you don't your fiancé will kill you," George quipped.

"Well, thank you all for the compliments, but I believe I will sit with Professor Lupin," she told them indicating the seat opposite Percy, where the Professor sat quietly watching the scene unfold with a smile. Sliding in beside Remus, she looked down the table to Percy, "Percy I didn't know you got engaged. Congratulations, can I assume the lucky girl is Penelope Clearwater?"

"Sure is," Ron chimed in, while Ginny nodded in agreement. "He gave her the ring yesterday for Christmas since he was going to be here and she was going to visit her grandparents in Wales for the Holidays.

"We'll announce it formally for New Years at her parent's house," Percy informed them pompously.

"When are you planning to be married, Percy?" Professor Lupin inquired.

"We haven't really discussed it yet, but probably sometime next year. We're hoping things don't get too bad with You Know Who. Penny is scared to death, but I told her everything will work out. She asked me if I thought Harry would be able to stop him, and I told her absolutely."

"Old Percy gave her an earful about when you saved Ginny, even though she was a student here too, when it happened. She hung on every word, it was absolutely appalling," Fred shook his head, "he's hen pecked already."

"Now, boys," Dumbledore's soft voice glided from further up the table, "you should be happy that Percy and Penelope are getting married. I'm sure your parents are thrilled."

"Thank you, Sir," Percy acknowledged the Headmaster. "Mother has been crying since we told her, she's so happy."

"Yeah, now she won't have to feed you," George teased, "she's thinking about all the extra money she'll have."

"Well, I want his room. I've always had to be stuck in the attic. Now with the two of you living in Hogsmeade, and Percy leaving home it will be like heaven. I'll finally get a real room with a closet. Now that Dad has been promoted to Minister of Magic maybe I will finally get rid of the hand me downs and get some new clothes," Ron shook his head with pleasure.

"Penelope has already asked me to be a bridesmaid," Ginny beamed happily, "of course I accepted. I can hardly wait."

"I'm sure you'll look lovely too," Harry smiled at her friend. "Where are your parents?"

"Dad is tied up at the Ministry, so he and mum will be here a little later this evening," Percy replied. "He's been busy since he became acting Head of the Ministry. He's had to work late, but it's for a good cause."

"Well I for one think the Ministry made an excellent choice, and I hope it becomes permanent. Your father is a fair and decent human being, and I'm sure he'll do an excellent job. He's unbiased and knows how to listen to people," Harry remarked quietly, thinking to herself, 'I just hope Voldemort doesn't try to harm them. Lucius Malfoy is Voldemort's number one Deatheater and he hates Mr.Weasley.' Hagrid interrupted her thoughts, as he entered the Great Hall.

"Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Molly and Arthur Weasley are 'ere. Just arrived and are waitin fer ya in yer office. They 'ave Professor Lupin's black dog, Snuffles, with 'em. Said you would understand."

Harry very slowly put down her fork full of salmon. She was aware that Dumbledore, Snape, and Lupin were watching her. Ron was laughing aloud, and Harry glared at him, "Did you know your parents were taking care of the Professor's dog?"

"Honest, Harry, I had no idea, but it really was the best place for him. I'm sure mum took really good care of him. He was rather scruffy looking."

"You don't know the half of it. Mum would talk to the dog as if he were human. She also kept feeding him. I thought she was feeling lonely now that we're all leaving home. For awhile I worried dad was too," Percy whispered across to his brothers a bit too loudly.

"I don't see what the problem is," Hagrid told Percy with a puzzled expression, "I talk ta Fang all the time, an' 'e ken understand me."

"Harry, would you and Ron like to come and greet his family with me. I know how much you care about them and I know you would like to see Snuffles. You could bring Snuffles down to Professor Lupin's room after you've said hello," Dumbledore's blue eyes were twinkling with mischief, and Harry didn't know if she should be angry at him or give him a hug.

"Headmaster, it will be my pleasure. I haven't seen Ron's parents in some time, and I have missed having that dog around," she smiled wickedly, meeting his gaze. "Professor Lupin, I will see that Snuffles gets safely to your quarters."

Harry rose from the table and walked out of the Great Hall with Dumbledore and Ron. Once they were safely out of the room, she broke into a run, with Ron right behind her.

"Children, walk!" Dumbledore yelled after them, knowing they wouldn't listen, shaking his head happily. Reaching his office door, he found the two of them waiting. "I see you found out I changed the password today," he chuckled looking at Harry over his spectacles. "Chocolate Kisses," Dumbledore opened the secret panel and they all mounted the moving stairs to his office. "Molly, Arthur, welcome back to Hogwarts. Happy Christmas."

"Thank you, Albus," Molly Weasley beamed.

"Happy Christmas," her husband added.

"Mum, dad, how are you? The twins and Percy are waiting in the Great Hall with Ginny."

"We'll be down in a little while, son," Arthur Weasley hugged his youngest son affectionately, "first we promised to deliver this dog to Harry safely. Seems Professor Lupin said she'd be very upset if he wasn't well cared for."

"Woof!" Snuffles barked wagging his tail happily, but didn't transform.

"Harry, dear, it's good to see you. You are absolutely lovely," Molly Weasley smiled warmly, giving her a hug. "Albus Dumbledore you and Sirius Black should be ashamed of yourselves keeping her disguised as a boy for so long! Safety is one thing, but look at this poor child. You both did her a disservice."

"I don't know dear," Arthur Weasley told his wife, "I think they did one hell of a job. Can't be too careful now a days. Black is going to have his hands full with all the boys around here."

"Serves him right, too. I understand he was quite handy with the girls when he was a student here. It's payback time," Molly laughed looking at the black dog.

"Harry," Ron whispered, "do you think my dad knows about Sirius?"

"Yes, Ron, Dumbledore said from behind him, "Your father is aware that Snuffles is actually Sirius."

"Then how come he hasn't transformed back to his human self?"

"Because he knows that when he does I'm going to kill him," Harry smiled happily, taking the leash from Mr. Weasley's hands. "I can only assume you had him for the past few weeks?" she asked looking at Ron's parents.

"Yes, dear. Albus told us what happened and we agreed to look after him. We couldn't be happier for you that he's been cleared."

"I could never understand how he could have been the one to betray your parents. They were all so close. When Molly and Albus told me the whole story, I was horrified. Twelve years in Azkaban with no trial for a crime he didn't commit, and the real culprit was hiding in my own home all that time," Arthur Weasley shook his head, thinking about Peter Pettigrew hiding in his rat form as their son's pet, Scabbers.

"Woof, woof," Snuffles barked wagging his tail in agreement.

"Now, why don't you and Snuffles go down and visit with Professor Lupin while Ron and I take his parents down to the Great Hall for something to eat. I'll have the house elves send up some dinner for the three of you since I know Sirius is probably hungry and you had just started eating when they arrived."

"Yes, dear," Molly Weasley beamed at her, "visit with Sirius for awhile where you two can have some quiet time together. We can all get together later on this evening or tomorrow morning. We'll have plenty of time to visit since we'll be staying for a while."

"Come on, Snuffles, let's go and find Remus. I have a hunch he's already waiting in his room and that it's been set up with another bed for you."

"Woof," Snuffles led the way out pulling on his leash, tail wagging happily. He did not transform until they reached the door to Remus' rooms, and Harry took off the collar he was wearing. "Happy Christmas, Harry," he smiled hugging her tightly. "I'm sorry I couldn't talk with you or write too often, but we didn't want Arthur and Molly to be caught protecting me. Their son's didn't even know. I had to stay in my animagus form at night and when Percy was home in the evening. Forgive me?"

"I'll think about it," she replied pretending to pout as she hugged him back.

"Well think fast," Remus interrupted them with a grin as he opened the door ushering them into his rooms, "I'm still hungry. The salmon is excellent, and I was only just starting to eat when you arrived."

"I'm too happy to eat. I have my Christmas present," Harry looked happily at Sirius and Remus as they sat down at the table full of food, which had magically appeared in the middle of the room.

"Hmm...fresh salmon, mashed potatoes, carrots, and salad, "Sirius inhaled the sumptuous odors, heaping his plate full of the food.

"I see Mrs. Weasley had been feeding you well," Harry teased, "You don't have that half starved look anymore. Maybe we should let her take care of Remus for a while. He could use some fattening up too."

"How about it Moony? I think you would love her home cooked meals."

"That's right, you know what Ron said the first time we ever saw you?"

"Wasn't it something like one good hex could finish me off?" Remus laughed shaking his head.

"Did he really say that, Harry?" Sirius asked studying his friend's pale demeanor.

"Yes, he did. It was when Remus first came to Hogwarts because everyone thought you were coming to kill me. We were on the train and Remus was sleeping."

"If I recall the moon had been full the night before, and I fell asleep in the compartment before you kids boarded the train."

"Yeah, but you woke up at just the right time."

"I only know a little of what happened," Sirius looked at her with interest. "What caused Remus to wake up?'

"The train was boarded by the Dementors," Remus explained as Harry shuddered visibly.

"Yeah, and I passed out cold when they came into our compartment, but not before I saw Remus stand up to the thing."

"Is that how you all really met for the first time?"

"It was, and I was more than a little concerned about the effect the Dementors had on her, although at that time she was still disguised as a boy."

"Well, just think, we all liked you. How could you not like a teacher who runs around giving out chocolates?" Harry laughed, remembering the cure for contact with a Dementor. "Could we talk about something else though, it's Christmas and I don't think Sirius wants to think about those creatures any more than I do."

"You're right, Harry, I spent too may years living with them, and too many Christmas's feeling their cold touch," he said taking her hand.

"Well, you don't have to any more. How does it feel to be free and not have to keep looking over your shoulder?"

"I'm still getting used to it. If it wasn't for you and Remus it may never have happened. Remus told me how you got Peter to confess. I'm very proud of you for being so clever."

"It was actually great fun. Especially when he thought I was going to let Snape poison him."

"I didn't hear about that, Remus just told me you had Ron pretend to be your father's ghost and scared him half to death."

"Oh, well, he left out the best part. I had a bottle of perfume in my pocket that I told him was poison and that if he didn't tell us what we wanted I would have Snape pour it down his throat."

"He was absolutely terrified when she tossed the bottle over to Severus and he got up and started going towards him," Remus recalled with a thin smile, "even I didn't know what was in the bottle."

"Did Severus know?"

"No, but neither of us really believed it could be poison."

"Then why did you both question me about if afterwards?" Harry laughed, delighted at his red face.

"We were just curious about what you had," Remus responded while she continued laughing and Sirius grinned at his friend.

"Well, I owe you both a great debt, and I love the two of you. You're my family, and I'm happy to be home," Sirius said getting up to hug the two of them. They all just reveled in each other's happiness and being together for a few minutes before Sirius broke apart from them and sat back down. "So, I hear you have also been up to mischief again with Severus. Remus said you were locked out on the roof after causing a problem in Potions Class."

"Big mouth," Harry frowned at the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, "and I thought you were my friend."

"Harry, you know we all love you, so wipe that scowl right off your face. You were a very bad girl and damn near scared the hell out of Albus, not to mention myself and Severus."

"You all need a good scare once in a while. It keeps you on your toes," Harry smirked.

"Oh, really," Sirius said getting up from his seat. "It seems to me you could use a good spanking, but since I don't believe in it I think I'll just have to punish you like this..." He laughed grabbing her around the waist and tickling her. She kept trying to get away while Remus sat laughing.

"Remus, help, I've had enough."

"Do you promise not to upset Albus any more?" Remus asked winking playfully at Sirius.

"I promise, I promise," Harry cried laughing so hard the tears were streaming down her face. "Sirius, please stop!"

"You promise to be a good little witch and go to classes without being disruptive, and come to us when you feel angry or upset instead?" Sirius asked continuing to tickle her.

"Maybe," she gasped trying hard to catch her breath as Sirius eased off a bit.

"Only maybe, well in that case..." he resumed tickling her harder than before, "I need to be a bit stricter with you."

"No! No! Sirius I promise I'll be good," Harry squirmed trying to escape his grip.

"And you'll be more open with me and Remus when you have a problem?"

"Yes...yes...I'll come and talk about it. Just please stop tickling me," she said looking up at his soft brown eyes.

He was grinning so broadly she was reminded of the pictures of him at her parents wedding. She could feel how happy he was, and she hugged him close as he kissed her gently on the cheek, releasing her.

"Now that we have settled our little witch's behavior problems, let's have dessert," Remus smiled broadly passing out a tray of pastries. "Harry would you like some tea or coffee?"

"No, I'll stick with a glass of milk, thanks."

"Sirius? Do you want tea or coffee?"

"Coffee, preferably black," Sirius passed him his cup and Remus poured out the coffee and then poured himself a cup of tea.

"So what do you want for Christmas besides my being here, Harry?" Sirius asked as they moved over to sit on the soft chairs and small love seat by the fireplace in Remus sitting room.

"Nothing, all I wanted was for you to come home to Hogwarts," she smiled contentedly as she curled up on the love seat beside him.

"There must be something you want, Princess," Remus looked at her curiously.

"Actually, I did want to give you all a nice surprise, and I'm going to, along with the presents I happen to know you will be getting. Of course, after that tickling torture maybe I should tell Father Christmas to leave you coal instead!"

"What kind of surprise, Miss Puppy Prongs?" Sirius laughed.

"I see a certain wolf actually did deliver my message."

"Of course, and I like the Puppy Prongs as much as he did, now tell me what this big surprise is."

"Not until tomorrow. It's something very special," Harry said biting into a pastry filled with whipped cream and getting it all over her nose.

"She just wants to torture us by keeping us in suspense," Remus said as he reached over and wiped her nose with his napkin. "Maybe we should tell her what she's getting for Christmas from us and she'll let us in the big surprise early."

"Sorry, you'll both just have to wait. You're both like overgrown children. I think you just want the presents."

"Maybe I should tickle her again?"

"So help me Sirius Black, if you so much as try I'll put a spell on you to...to...I don't know, but I'll do something," Harry tried to sound angry, but failed as she broke into another smile.

"Oh, well, I guess we'll just have to wait. Here I was hoping for a treat," Sirius moaned feigning disappointment.

"Yes, you will, so don't go rolling those big brown eyes at me. It won't work, and the same goes for you too, my sometimes fluffy hazel eyed friend."

"In that case, have another glass of milk and some more goodies," Remus said handing her some more sweets.

"You're just trying to make me fat. That way Sirius won't worry about who I want to go out with."

"Great ideas, Remus keep feeding her."

"You two are crazy," Harry beamed shaking her head.

She hadn't been so happy in her entire life, and knew she would always hold this Christmas Eve in a special place in her heart. She did however, eat another cream puff and had some more milk. What she didn't know, was that Remus and Sirius had put a potion in her milk to make her tired. Dumbledore was aware of their plan and allowed them to do it. Snape had provided the potion. They all had planned a special Christmas morning for her, and wanted it to be perfect.

"Harry, you're falling asleep, honey. Why don't you let me walk you down to your room so you can go to bed?" Sirius gently nudged her.

"I don't want to go to sleep. I might wake up and find out this was all a dream," she nodded sleepily, nestling into his shoulder.

"Sh...it's not a dream. I promise I'll be here when you get up in the morning," Sirius cuddled her gently as he picked her up in his arms. She had fallen asleep sooner than they had expected, making their plan even easier.

"I'll go and get Molly Weasley," Remus whispered conspiratorially, "you go and put her into the bed."

"I hope we didn't give her too much of that potion."

"No, if there's one thing Severus knows about it's how to mix potions. He's a real stinker about it with the kids."

"He always was a perfectionist," Sirius remarked as Remus exited and he brought Harry into the other room.

She looked innocent and pretty as he laid her down on Remus bed and removed her shoes. 'You just get prettier every time I see you. Your parents would be so proud of you if they were here. I know James would have loved watching you play quidditch; and Lily, she wanted so badly to dress you in little girl clothes. She would be so happy to see how you look now.' Sirius whispered to the sleeping figure. 'I'm sorry I let them down. I promise I'll try and make you happy,' he said as he heard the door to the outer room open.

"Sirius," Molly Weasley poked her head into the bedroom, "I brought her a nightdress. Why don't you and the others start in the other room while I get her changed?"

"Sure, Molly. I really appreciate this."

"We're glad to do it for her. She's like a member of our family. No off with you and get that room ready, while I get her tucked in properly."

"I'm going," Sirius flashed Molly his best grin, and she blushed at the younger man's attention.

Molly Weasley changed Harry into the nightdress easily and then tucked her into bed, kissing her good night. She had always loved Harry, and was now even more maternal towards her, knowing what she had had to endure. She was glad Ron and Harry were so close and a part of her hoped one day, they would be more than friends, but her instincts told her it wasn't going to be. Going into the other room, she surveyed the work going on in there with a smile.

Dumbledore had put up a Christmas tree and was decorating it. Severus was putting presents out while Remus, Sirius, and her husband were redecorating the room to accommodate the two cots the men would sleep on. Dumbledore and Snape would join them in the morning to open the presents. Afterwards they would all meet in Dumbledore's sitting room for breakfast. All of the gifts Harry had wrapped had been delivered by the house elves to the proper rooms, as were the gifts Harry would receive. Molly laughed as the men each found a box with their names on it and acted like little boys. Severus kept shaking his curiously, while Remus gloated that his was the largest box. Sirius just kept poking his box and tried to sneak it under his robes, but Dumbledore stopped him. Dumbledore beamed when he found the presents she had gotten for him, but Snape whisked them away and put them towards the back of the stack beneath the tree with a wicked grin.

When they were all finished, Molly had tears in her eyes, knowing that this would be the happiest Christmas Harry had ever had.