The Mathias Prophecy Book II

MATHIAS PROPHECY BOOK II

A Day of Surprises

Harry woke to the sound of laughter, and she was wondering who was in her room as she rolled over in confusion. Opening one eye she was suddenly startled as she realized she was not in her own bed. The last thing she remembered was curling up next to Sirius on the love seat in Remus sitting room. Looking around she discovered that someone had changed her clothes, and this was not a woman's room. Her own clothes were folded neatly on a chair by the bed and a fresh outfit had been laid out for her.

Sliding out of the bed, she went over to the door and opened it to find out where she was. Remus and Sirius were stretched lazily on two cots, and Professor Snape was reclining in the chair by the love seat, which was occupied by Professor Dumbledore. They were all still in their nightshirts, Dumbledore and Snape also sporting bathrobes and slippers. Tea, coffee, and hot chocolate had been laid out on the table, along with some scones and muffins. What really caught her attention though, was the gaily decorated Christmas tree which stood in one corner of the room, with a myriad of gift boxes in all shapes and sizes beneath it, along with one fluffy little black puppy sporting a big red bow, happily chewing on a rawhide bone. The puppy barked happily, when it saw a new face, and waddled over to where she stood framed in the doorway.

"Happy Christmas, Harry," they all spoke at the same time as she bent down to pick up the pup.

"Come and sit by the fire, Child, and bring the pup with you," Dumbledore smiled brightly, his blue eyes brighter than usual as she clutched the little dog.

"I'm going to guess that this puppy is for me," Harry said moving over to sit with the Headmaster, as the pup licked her face, "she's adorable, but I always thought the students couldn't have dogs."

"Occasionally even I will break one of my own rules," Dumbledore laughed as she clutched the dog as if he was going to make her give it up. "Just train her to get along with the other animals or she will have to be kept at Hagrid's."

"I'll just have Sirius give her a good talking to," Harry grinned, "where did she come from?"

"The Headmaster got her for you. He is aware you have an affinity for canines," Snape shook his head in amusement, arching his brow.

"You got the dog?" she asked wide-eyed.

"Does that surprise you, Child? I happen to like dogs myself. I felt the puppy would make you feel better when you're unhappy or lonely."

"What are you going to name her?" Sirius asked. "Don't you dare tell me..."

"Snuffles."

"I was afraid you were going to say that. Can't we call her something else?" he groaned trying unsuccessfully to hide his smile.

"No, her name is Snuffles," Harry tossed her head as the pup wiggled out of her arms and tried to tug on Dumbledore's long white beard.

"No, puppy, that is not a good idea. Professor Dumbledore might just turn you into a cat," she admonished the dog. The men laughed while Dumbledore secured his beard inside of his robe, taking the pup in his hands.

"Now, little Snuffles, you had better behave. Your mistress will be very upset if you are sent down to Hagrid's, and I do not want to see her crying. Do you understand me?" he spoke to the puppy looking her in the eye. Harry had the distinct impression he could really communicate with her, and remembered that Professor McGonagall had told her that Dumbledore used to transform. "Now go on back to your rawhide chew so we can open our presents," he said setting the puppy back on the floor and she did exactly what he had told her to do.

"Now, wait a minute. How did you do that?"

"That, my dear Child, will remain my secret," Dumbledore replied, levitating one of the packages and handing it to Professor Lupin. He then sent one over to Professor Snape, and Sirius.

"I happen to know there are some there for you too," Harry told him following his lead and sending him over one of her gifts.

"Headmaster, thank you," Snape told him examining the contents of a large box.

"Well, let's see how it will look on you," Dumbledore beamed winking at Harry. Whatever was in the box Dumbledore knew Snape would never use it and had bought it just to see his reaction. "Come on, I am anxious to see. Hold it up in front of you."

"Very well," Snape sighed, willing to please the old man, but glaring at the others so they wouldn't say anything. It was a new set of dress robes in bright crimson with a large green serpent on the front.

Harry thought Sirius would suffocate he was holding his pillow so hard across his mouth to keep from laughing, and Remus tried to occupy himself with pouring a cup of tea.

"Headmaster," she began carefully, "I really don't think red is Professor Snape's best color."

"Perhaps you could help him out. I really think he should have something different to wear besides black all the time."

"Well, how about if we do this," she pulled out her wand, directing it at the robe Snape still held up in his hand. The robe turned a dark gray material that seemed to shimmer in the light and the serpent shrank in size until it was only over his upper right side where his usual serpent logo would have been.

"Bravo, my dear," Dumbledore clapped with pride. "I actually believe he may just wear it now."

"I just might, given the right occasion," Snape remarked inclining his head in thanks.

"Somebody else open something. I want to see what you all have," she said eagerly, getting into the spirit and curling up contentedly with Dumbledore, as Remus handed her a cup of cocoa.

"I'll open mine," Remus smiled, tearing the wrapping off a large box. Opening the lid, he let out a low whistle, and looked at Snape, "Severus, you shouldn't have gone to the trouble, let alone the expense." It was the book he had bought for him in London dealing with the Dark Arts. Handling it carefully, he gently flipped through the pages, scanning them.

"I hope you enjoy it, Remus. I believe you will find it useful. Some of the material will help us in our endeavors with Harry."

"I should say, so," he answered as he gently put the book back in its box.

"I want to see what's in this. It's one of the presents Harry got for me," Sirius said, tearing the paper from the photograph of Harry in her Quidditch robes. He was delighted, and smiled happily. "Now, I just want to see you play. How soon before you start again?"

"If the weather is good, we're scheduled to start practice in March and will begin playing in April straight through till the end of the year. I'm sure you'll be right in the front row."

"You bet I will."

"Harry, why don't you open one of our presents?" Remus asked handing her a box from him.

"You notice he gave me his gift. He must be anxious for me to see it," she chuckled, opening the package. "Oh how sweet," she grinned, "you knew about the puppy."

"Of course, we all did, "he replied as she showed them the contents of the box. There was a dog bowl, collar, leash and a box of rawhide bones for the puppy to teethe on. There was also a book on training the puppy. "There is just one more thing I want to do." Taking out the bowl and leash, he took out his wand, and with a swift wave, 'SNUFFLES' was emblazoned on each. "How's that?"

"Cool," she smiled, visibly pleased with his putting the puppy's name on them.

"Hey, open mine now," Sirius begged, pouting.

"No, I will open Professor Snape's first. I'm saving yours for last."

"Saving the best for last, eh?" Sirius gloated.

"Professor Snape, would you please throw that pillow at Sirius for me? He is in need of a good thrashing. He's starting to sound like Lockhart."

"With pleasure, Harry," Snape's eyes glittered, pleased that she wanted him to knock Black down a peg for the remark, as he flung the pillow at him.

"Missed me!" Sirius said, as he ducked and the pillow sailed over to land by the puppy, which promptly began to play with it."

"No, puppy Snuffles!" Harry exclaimed looking worriedly at Dumbledore, relieved to note that he was smiling.

"I can help," Sirius immediately transformed and barked at the puppy, which wagged her tail and brought him the pillow. "Here Severus, catch!" he said throwing the pillow back at the Potions Master, who deftly caught it in one hand.

"Professor Dumbledore, did they behave like this when they were in school together?"

"Child, they're just getting started. So far they haven't come to blows."

"Did they ever?"

"Once in a while, but not too often. I did give them detention quite frequently though," he smiled in remembrance, as Sirius blushed and Snape arched his brows.

"How about if I open my present from you, Child. I see you have given me another one besides the one I haven't yet opened."

"I've been waiting for you to open them."

"Are they edible?" he asked hopefully.

"No, they aren't candy. You eat enough of it as it is. If you keep it up you will look like Father Christmas," Harry gleefully patted him on his belly, as the other three men snickered. "Now open your presents."

"Yes Headmistress," Dumbledore replied, pretending to act chastised as he untied the packages. "Child, I shall treasure this picture of you with Fawkes," he beamed, holding up the photo of her with his Phoenix. "How did you ever get it done? Someone had to have helped you."

"You know how you have a secret about puppy Snuffles doing what you told her to do? Well, this is my secret."

"She's got you now, Albus," Remus teased, offering him a cup of tea and a muffin, which he gladly accepted. "What else did she give you?"

"I'll tell you shortly," Dumbledore said, opening the other box, "Harry, it's wonderful. I shall keep it on my desk," he laughed with pleasure at the water globe containing the castle which so resembled Hogwarts. "Look! It's enchanted to do the weather like the ceiling in the Great Hall."

"I thought you would like it."

"Child, you just like to spoil me. Perhaps you're up to some sort of mischief?"

"Well, I do have a special surprise for everyone, but it has to wait until later." Harry eyed them with a mysterious smile. "In the meantime I will open Professor Snape's gift which was interrupted before with a minor pillow fight," she stated ripping off the paper. "Oh, Professor, how did you manage to get this without my seeing you?" Harry asked holding up the small crystal castle similar to the one in Dumbledore's globe.

"It was a simple matter. When you admired it and got the other one for Albus I merely nodded to the store manager to wrap it up."

"Thank you, I really love it."

"What did you give Snape and Remus?" Sirius asked curiously. They hadn't opened them yet.

"Then we had better do so, or I believe the Headmaster will be very disappointed. He just loves presents," Snape smiled wickedly. Both he and Remus tore open their packages at the same time. "Harry, how did you know I used these two items for Potions? They are only used in advanced mixtures."

"I asked Mr. Abercrombie."

"When did you ask him? I was with you the entire time we were in the shop."

"Were you?" she questioned her face-turning beet red.

"You sent me on a wild goose chase when you told me you thought you saw McNair," he looked at her sternly, "I trust you'll never do it again?"

"I wasn't happy about doing it, but I needed a way to get you out of the shop for a few minutes."

"Harry," Dumbledore admonished, "you really shouldn't have done such a thing, but since it's Christmas I'll let it slide. Besides, I know Severus is quite pleased with that gift."

"I am not only pleased; I can't believe you were able to get them."

"He had them on special order for someone else, so he took some for me."

"Indeed?" Snape arched his brow with interest, "did he say who they were for?"

"No, why?" Harry asked, getting worried that he knew something he wasn't telling her.

"No reason, I was just curious. It's not often I am able to converse with another Potions Master who would know how to use these items," Snape responded in an off hand manner, but the others knew he was concerned it may have been someone working with Voldemort. "However, you shouldn't have gone to such an expense."

"They weren't as expensive as you would think. Sometimes this scar can be very useful," Harry grinned indicating that she had been given a discount simply because of who she was.

"I'll have to bring you with me more often then," his sardonic smile indicating he understood.

"Remus, what did Harry give you?" Sirius asked, seeing the pleased expression on his friend's face.

"She gave me a new brief case to carry my supplies in. It's very reminiscent of the suitcase you gave me when I got my first teaching position," Remus held up the black case for them all to see. "I especially like the symbol she had emblazoned with my initials," he smiled, indicating the gold wolf's head. "Thank you, Harry. You have excellent taste."

"You're welcome, I'm glad you like it. What did Sirius and Dumbledore give you?"

"Our Headmaster has given me two sets of new robes," he indicated the brown and navy blue robes, each with matching trousers. "Thank you, Albus."

"Wear them well, Child. I know you try and save your money in case you should fall on difficult times again, but I want you to be able to look nice," Dumbledore told him affectionately. "What did Sirius give you?"

"Well, it seems that Sirius and Harry think alike. He got me a new suitcase, just like the one he originally gave me all those years ago. If I didn't know better I would swear the two of them planned this."

"Honest, we didn't. We just know you well enough to know what you like and what you need, old friend," Sirius shook his head, holding up his hands, while Harry nodded in agreement.

"Sirius, what did you get from Dumbledore?" Harry asked curiously.

"I'll tell you in a jiffy," he laughed tearing the paper from another package. "Headmaster, thank you," Sirius smiled affectionately at the old man, holding up a new set of dark brown robes. "Now open your gift from me and Remus."

"I don't suppose there are any lemon drops in here?"

"I'm afraid not, Headmaster, but I suspect you'll still be happy," Remus laughed.

"Gentleman, you have outdone yourselves." Dumbledore beamed holding up a new set of dress robes in royal blue covered with silver stars and crescent moons, along with a matching wizard's hat. "I shall have to arrange an occasion to wear them. Perhaps we should have a feast sometime in the spring?"

"How about a 'Welcome Spring Dance? You could decorate the Great Hall with all kinds of flowers and rainbows," Harry suggested playfully.

"Child that is a magnificent idea! I will have Minerva and Professor Sprout start to plan it as soon as the New Years Holiday is over. Now hand me that other group of boxes from Severus. I can't imagine what he bought for me."

"I bet I know," Harry grinned levitating a group of boxes tied into a large tower and topped with a bow. "Professor Snape did you go to a certain store we found shopping in Muggle London that time?"

"I did," he nodded, his eyes glittering happily, aware she remembered the candy store with the ludicrous name of 'Dentist's Delights.'

"Severus, you have outdone yourself," Dumbledore laughed like a small child, his delighted expression making them all smile with affection. "It's a tower full of my favorite candies. There are lemon drops, toffee, chocolate mints, and candy watermelon slices."

"Enjoy them, Headmaster," Snape smiled, and Harry noted how much he truly cared about Dumbledore. She also wondered about the other package he had picked up when she had done her own shopping while on detention. She knew it was for the Headmaster, but perhaps it was not his Christmas gift, or maybe it was something he wanted to give Dumbledore in private.

"Rrrufff...ruff." Harry was distracted by the puppy playing under the tree and coming out with a long narrow package.

"No Snuffles! Drop that!" The puppy ignored her as the others grinned and Remus reached down to scoop up the playful pooch. Taking the package from her mouth, he handing the pup to Harry.

"Ah, the present is for Sirius. No wonder she wanted it," Remus chuckled teasing his friend. "It's from Harry."

"Now what else did you get for me. I was perfectly happy just having that picture of you in your Quidditch robes," Sirius smiled fondly at her as he tore open the paper. He recognized the style of the wooden box immediately, and removing the lid, he carefully lifted the wand from its box, "Fourteen inches, maple and mahogany with the single tail hair of a Griffin. Harry, how did you know what kind of wand I had?"

"Ollivander never forgets. He had it ready when I got there. He told me it's excellent for transfiguration and the Griffin's tail hair and mahogany are for protection. Why don't you try it out?" Harry asked, growing concerned that Sirius expression was unreadable.

"Go ahead, Sirius, Harry went to great lengths to secure you a new wand. She wanted you to have what should never have been broken in the first place," Dumbledore spoke reassuringly to Sirius, with a nod to Harry.

Sirius stood up and thought for a minute, then pointed the wand at the Christmas tree. "Ornatus transfiguro in aureus cervus et argentum lilium," he spoke the words slowly and softly. A brilliant blue light emanated through his wand as the power poured from his life force, directing itself towards the Christmas tree. Almost immediately the ornaments transformed into golden stags and silver lilies. "Happy Christmas, honey," Sirius said coming to kiss her on the forehead, "and you're not allowed to cry. I did that little trick for you," he smiled, wiping a tear from her face. "Besides, you'll upset puppy Snuffles," Sirius indicated the state of confusion the puppy was in looking from one to the other with a whine.

"It's okay, puppy," Harry crooned to the little dog, which wagged her tail happily, and licked her face. "That was some little trick. I guess the wand is going to be fine."

"Feels even better than the original," Sirius flashed his best smile, and scratched the puppy's ears before returning to his seat. "Now open my present. I bought it for you a long time ago when you were born. I was originally going to give it to you for your sixteenth birthday, but circumstances prevented me from doing so. It has been locked in my vault at Gringott's. I hope you like it," he handed Harry an odd little box, and she tore off the paper, her hands shaking.

"Sirius Black, that's not funny," Harry yelled, pulling back in surprise. From out of the box, two of the Furry Fingered Foulies crawled onto the love seat.

"Ruff, ruff," little Snuffles barked, sniffing the little furry black fingers, no bigger than the size of a caterpillar as they wriggled around trying to escape.

Sirius was laughing gleefully, while Snape just shook his head. Dumbledore's blue eyes were twinkling, and Remus came over to see the Foulies.

"Harry, can I have them for Defense class? The first years could use them to practice their spells. How long do they last?"

"Once their out of the box they are good for about three days before they dissipate," Snape replied. "I had some come out of the cauldrons. The third years thought it was hilarious."

"Until they saw the detention Severus gave them," Dumbledore smiled pleasantly, picking one of the Foulies from out of his beard, where it had managed to crawl from the love seat.

"Here, take them," Harry handed them to Remus, who continued to play with the odd little fingers.

"I see you're still the practical joker," Snape remarked dryly to Sirius, "somehow I don't think Harry appreciates the humor just now."

"Honey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I thought you would find them funny," Sirius soothed, noting the bewildered look in Harry's green eyes. "Here is the real present. Everything I told you is true," he came over to where she was sitting, and handed her a long narrow box. "Go on, open it. I promise there are no more Furried Fingered Foulies."

"Snuffles puppy, is there anything in there that crawls?" Harry asked the pup on her lap, who sniffed the box curiously."

"Ruff."

"Okay, let's see if Padfoot will be allowed out of the doghouse in time for Christmas dinner," she told the puppy as she carefully removed the box from its wrapping. Opening the lid, she blinked twice, and looked over at Sirius in awe, "Sirius is this really for me?"

"Yes, do you like it?"

She nodded mutely, stunned by what she had found in the box. It was a string of perfectly matched pearls, about sixteen inches in length, and polished to reflect an iridescent pink.

"I have no place to wear them."

"So, who says you need a place to go?" Sirius teased taking them from the box. He gently put them around her neck, and fastened the small diamond and silver clasp.

"Child, they're lovely."

"You do have excellent taste in jewelry, Black"

"Princess, you look lovely."

"I guess Padfoot has redeemed himself, huh Snuffles?" Harry asked as the puppy wagged her tail so hard her little body went along with it, and Sirius gave Harry a hug.

"Now I suggest we all get dressed as we are meeting the Weasley's for breakfast in half an hour. Harry, I believe there are some additional gifts for you from the Weasley's still under the tree, and something from Hermione.

"Actually Headmaster, there is a box for all of us from Molly and Arthur. I suggest we open them now, so Molly won't be disappointed."

"Now Severus, what could Molly have gotten for all of us?"

"I bet I know, and Professor Snape is right. You had better open them, and wear them," Harry laughed opening the box, which contained the annual sweater. This year the sweater was trimmed with lace, and knit in pale pink wool. The traditional HP was still in the upper corner, done in a dark cranberry.

Professor Dumbledore's sweater was pale blue and Albus was knitted across the front in Navy. The headmaster was absolutely delighted. Sirius sweater was done in white with a black dog on it, and Remus had one in brown with his initials RJL done in tan. Professor Snape kept his face neutral as he opened his box and was pleasantly surprised. His sweater was black with the traditional green serpent for Slytherin interwoven with his initials of SS.

"I believe Molly will be very happy to see us wearing these at breakfast," Dumbledore stated to make sure they would not hurt Mrs. Weasley's feelings by failing to wear her hand made gifts.

"Harry, here are the gifts from your friends," Sirius stated, handing her the three small boxes.

Opening Hermione's she found some new cosmetics and nail polish. Ginny's gift was a group picture of Harry with the entire Weasley family that had been taken over the summer. Ron's gift proved to be quite interesting. It was a small painting of a young woman with red hair, standing with a dark haired child by a stream. Above them on a small knoll stood a large stag.

"I wonder where he ever found this." Harry asked aloud without realizing it.

"Found what, Child?"

"I'm sorry; I didn't realize I had spoken out loud. Look at this gift from Ron," she passed the small painting around, and they all understood its significance.

"Harry, Ron is your best friend. I have a feeling he went looking for a gift and found this purely by accident. He was probably as delighted as you are," Remus smiled, studying the small painting.

"Well, I'm going to put it on the mantle in my room, along with the one Ginny gave me," Harry said as she gathered up the pile of gifts to bring back to her room.

"I will meet you all shortly for breakfast in my sitting room. Harry, I think little Snuffles will need to go out before you come upstairs, and yes you can bring her along."

"I don't suppose she's housebroken yet?"

"Actually Albus and I have been working with her. She only needs some papers at night since she's so little. We'll all help to see that she gets out during the day while you're in class," Sirius informed her, petting the puppy. "You go and get dressed and I'll take her out for a quick run right now. Molly left your clean clothes on the chair by the bed. Oh, and in case you were wondering, it was Mrs. Weasley who undressed you last night after we put you to sleep to set up this room."

"Professor Snape, kindly throw that pillow at my godfather again on your way out," Harry instructed red faced.

"Hey, he supplied the sleeping potion," Sirius retorted ducking as the pillow came sailing back at him.

"Well, in that case," Harry said as she picked up the pillow, "he needs to be properly chastised too!" She then flung the pillow at Snape who caught it and threw it at Lupin. They then all started grabbing the loose pillows, throwing them at each other, with the puppy trying to catch them, while Dumbledore just shook his head and laughed.

"Enough children, pulvinus haesito," he called with a wave of his wand and the pillows stopped in mid air. He then slowly lowered them to the floor. "Now shall we all go and get ready for breakfast?"

"Our apologies, Headmaster. We didn't mean to be disruptive," Snape spoke for all of them.

"Severus, you don't need to apologize for having fun, but we are running late, and I don't want our guests to be kept waiting. I will see you all shortly in my sitting room," he smiled pleasantly, and winking at Harry, left to go and get dressed.

Snape and Remus picked up the pillows while Sirius transformed and took the puppy out to do her business. Harry ducked back into Remus' bathroom and pulled on the gray slacks that Mrs. Weasley had laid out along with a white blouse. She then pulled on the new pink sweater. Gathering her belongings, she then put them into a neat pile with her gifts. She knew the house elves would see that they got to her room. She hoped Dobby had gotten the new shirt and socks she had bought for him.

Returning to the sitting room she found Remus was waiting to get dressed and Snape had left. Remus ducked into his bedroom just as Sirius returned. Handing her the puppy he went into the other room. Harry could hear the shower running as Remus returned wearing slacks and his new sweater. Sirius was happily singing, and Harry couldn't suppress a giggle. He returned to the sitting room a few minutes later, fully dressed, and sporting his new Weasley sweater, towel drying his hair.

'How handsome he is,' she smiled to herself. 'I'll bet if he fills out some more and loses the haunted look in his eyes half the girls in this school will be mooning for him.' Suddenly she was afraid. She didn't want to lose him, and she was confused by her feelings. 'Harry, snap out of it. He's your godfather, not your boyfriend. What would your father say?' From somewhere inside of her a little voice spoke, 'Your father would want you both to be happy. If he's meant to be with you it will happen.'

"Princess, are you all right?" Remus asked, watching her expression carefully.

"Oh, Remus, yes I'm fine. I was just letting my mind wander."

"You're sure? You had a strange expression on your face."

"I'm fine, really. I was just thinking how much I love you two."

"We love you too," Remus relaxed. "Sirius, are you ready? We're ten minutes late already."

"I'm all set. Harry, you look adorable. I see you left on the pearls, I'm glad."

"I hope nobody thinks I'm being snobbish."

"Nonsense Princess, they're a special gift from your godfather. Everyone will understand."

I hope so," Harry fretted, picking up the puppy as Remus locked his door.

They were the last ones to arrive and the others had already started eating, but Mrs. Weasley was fretting over all three of them like a mother hen. It may not have been her kitchen, but she was still running the show, much to everyone's amusement.

Harry had given both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley a Christmas gift, and both told her how happy they were. Mrs. Weasley had received a new winter cloak, which Harry had assured her she had gotten on sale. She had given Mr. Weasley a CD player with extra batteries and two CD's of classical music. He was having a great time with the Muggle Music Player as he called it and was asking her all kinds of questions through breakfast. He was thrilled to discover that it would also work on electricity with a special adapter, which prompted a myriad of all new questions. Ron was more than happy with the new robes she had given him, and Ginny liked her gifts too. She was also impressed with the pearls Sirius had presented to Harry, as was Mrs. Weasley. It was a wonderful Christmas morning and one Harry would never forget.

Ron and Ginny were especially fond of little Snuffles. She was also having a great time lying under the table where Ron and Ginny were sneaking her treats.

"Ron, she's only a baby. All this extra food will make her sick," Harry warned him.

"She'll be fine. I won't over feed her," Ron whispered.

"Well if she gets sick, you're going to clean it, young man," Dumbledore whispered from his other side, and Ron flushed. He had no idea that the Headmaster knew he had been feeding the pup.

"You're right, Harry, all this rich food may be too much for her," Ron responded, and Dumbledore smiled. "Can I take the puppy outside for awhile?"

"Me too," Ginny chimed in, "she is just so cute. Why did you name her Snuffles?" she asked, unaware that Sirius was an animagus.

"She sniffs a lot," Harry said with a straight face, as Ron snickered into his napkin, and Sirius tried to hide a lopsided grin.

"We'll come too, if you're going to take her out," the twins chorused. "We could have a snowball fight."

"Honestly," Percy shook his head, trying to act mature, "you wouldn't believe that they're almost twenty."

"Knock it off, Perce, you're just missing Penny," Fred quipped.

"Yeah," George agreed, "If she were here you would both be joining us and you know it."

"Did I miss something?" Sirius asked puzzled.

"Oh, Mr. Black, Percy and Penelope Clearwater just got engaged," Ginny explained excitedly.

"Congratulations, Percy," Sirius nodded, "and do convey my best wishes to the future Mrs. Weasley."

Mrs. Weasley suddenly burst into tears, and her husband moved to comfort her. "Now, Molly, you knew they wouldn't stay babies forever."

"I know," she sniffed, "but I just can't help myself. Our little Percy is getting married. The next thing you know Ginny will be finishing here at Hogwarts."

"Gee, Mum, at least Ginny isn't getting married," Fred laughed making a bad attempt at levity, and Mrs.Weasley started to cry again, "Oh, Fred, that isn't funny. Ginny is my baby."

"Mum, I'm not a baby!"

"Of course not, dear. Your mother just means you're too young to be getting married," her father responded calmly.

"Mrs. Weasley," Harry started carefully, "why don't you think of it as adding a sister for Ginny, rather than Percy leaving home. Look at our Headmaster. How many generations has he seen come and go, including you and Mr. Weasley. He loves watching us all grow and learn and finally we all leave, but somehow we all manage to come back here to where we started. Percy isn't going anywhere. He's just coming back with another addition to your household."

"Does that mean I don't get his room?" Ron moaned, and they all laughed.

"Come on, let's go and have that snowball fight," George suggested. "then we can all build a snowman."

"Go on, children," Dumbledore smiled, "there will be hot chocolate and snacks when you all come back. Christmas dinner will be this afternoon. Go out and get some fresh air while we old folks sit and talk."

"Headmaster, should Miss Potter and the younger Weasley's be out alone?"

"I think it will be all right so long as they confine themselves to the grounds, and that doesn't mean the Forbidden Forest or using any of the hidden passages," Dumbledore stated firmly eyeing the twins and Harry.

"We understand, Professor," Fred smiled mischievously.

"We give our solemn word," George agreed, looking at his brother.

"Harry, I'm waiting for your answer."

"I promise not to leave the grounds. Besides I have to take care of Snuffles."

"Very well, off with the lot of you. That includes you too Percy."

"Sir?"

"I think you will be quite bored with our conversation, besides I expect you to make certain our three mischief makers behave themselves."

"Yes, I understand perfectly," Percy replied importantly, "I'll be happy to accompany them." He rose from the table and ushered the others out ahead of him.

Harry would never forget that afternoon. Snuffles loved the snow and kept getting stuck in the drifts. Percy got together some of the other students who had stayed behind for the holidays and actually organized the snowball fight. It was Gryffindor and Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin and Hufflepuff. There was no clear winner, and all the students had a wonderful time. Harry got hit in the face with a snowball, and when she ducked, she landed on top of George. They both laughed and then he just looked at her strangely.

"You have the most marvelous green eyes, Harry. I think you're one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen."

"Thank you, George," she blushed lowering her eyes.

"I wish you would come into town more often."

"I can't. I'm under super protection because of Vol...I mean You- Know -Who."

"I wish I could be of some help."

"Maybe you can. Why don't you listen and watch for anything or anyone who seems out of the ordinary who may come into Hogsmeade? You could get word to me or Ron and we could tell Dumbledore."

"Hmm....a silent spy. I like that."

"Just don't do or try anything foolish. I would never be able to forgive myself if anything happened to you or Fred. I still feel guilty that Cedric was killed because of me."

"Trust me, I won't. Not when it involves You- Know -Who," George said tilting her chin up to look at him. "It's nice that you're concerned though."

"Of course I am!" she smiled up at him.

"I'm glad." He gently brushed the snow from her hair, and lowered his mouth onto hers. Slowly pushing his tongue into her mouth, he realized this was probably her first real kiss.

Harry responded, and met his kiss awkwardly. She had a knot in her stomach, and was suddenly very confused. Pulling away from him, she got up from the snow.

"I...I have to go inside. The puppy is getting cold," she didn't give him time to answer, just scooped up little Snuffles and ran as fast as she could back into Hogwarts, George staring after her, a slight smile playing about the corners of his mouth.

Harry went directly to her room and closed the door. She was confused and didn't know what to do. A part of her was upset that she had kissed her best friend's older brother, someone she had gone to school with. George had been her friend and they had been on the Quidditch Team together. She liked his sense of humor, and was one of the few people who could tell him apart from Fred. She had always thought of him as Ron's brother and felt like he was hers too. He had changed all that in one moment. His kiss hadn't been unpleasant; indeed, she had enjoyed it. Most of the other girls at Hogwarts were now experienced with kissing, Ginny among them, although Harry suspected her brothers were unaware of it.

She knew she liked George, but was unsure of what to do. She couldn't ask Sirius. If anything she wished he would kiss her like George had done. The only thing she was certain of was that she was more confused than ever. She would just have to be patient and see what developed.

"Ruff, ruff, ruff!" Puppy Snuffles was barking at the door, and she realized someone was knocking.

"Who's there?" she asked hoping it wasn't George or Sirius, her heart pounding.

"Professor McGonagall, dear. May I come in?"

"Yes, of course," Harry opened the door, pulling off her heavy cloak at the same time. "Happy Christmas, Professor."

"Happy Christmas, Harry. I was just going to go outside and look for you when I ran into Ron. He said you had come back into the building. He said his brother told him you wanted to bring the puppy inside."

"Yes...yes I did. Professor, this is Snuffles," Harry said, picking up the puppy. "Snuffles, this is Professor McGonagall. She is the Deputy Headmistress and can turn herself into a gray tabby cat. So make sure you don't chase her or we'll both be in the doghouse!"

"Hello, Snuffles," McGonagall laughed, "you are one adorable pup. Albus told me he had gotten you the puppy, and I happen to have a little something for her. I have an old pillow which she can use as a dog bed."

"Thank you, Professor. I appreciate it."

"Now, the rest of the family is having an afternoon snack with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. I think it's the perfect time for us to go and see the Headmaster for your special surprise. He has agreed to meet us back in his office with Sirius and Professors Lupin and Snape."

"I'm ready whenever you are, but what if I can't do it?"

"Harry, you learned how to transform in three months. That has to be some kind of record. Just relax and let yourself feel your animagus the way I showed you."

"Then let's go," Harry replied, scooping Snuffles up into her arms, "I can't wait to see their expressions."

"I'm sure they will be more than amazed. I know I was," the older witch remarked as Harry followed her back to Dumbledore's sitting room.

"Child, did you have a good time outside? I understand you left before the others."

"Snuffles was getting cold, so I came back inside," Harry answered, noting that Snape was looking out the window and realized he could have been watching the whole time. He merely turned and looked at her without saying anything.

"So, Princess, what is the big surprise?"

"Where's Sirius? I don't see him here yet."

"I'm here," he said, coming out of the bathroom, "sorry to keep you waiting, but I couldn't," he smirked. "I am really curious though as to what you have for all of us."

Fawkes suddenly let out a screech, glaring at Snuffles, who was sitting by his perch, wagging her tail.

"Oh, no, puppy. You can't play with Fawkes, he's a bird."

"Well, little Snuffles," Dumbledore smiled picking her up, "Fawkes does not like to be woken up from his nap. Fawkes, this is puppy Snuffles. As you can see, she's very young, so be patient with her. She is a friend and will be staying with Harry, just like you stay with me," he told the phoenix, giving him a treat. Fawkes immediately began to trill contentedly and the puppy tilted her head, wagging her tail fiercely. "I think they'll be quite good friends in time," the Headmaster beamed, putting the little pup back down. "Now, Harry, what is the big surprise? You have had us all in suspense and Minerva is fit to be tied."

"Then sit down, and I'll show you," she directed. "That includes you too, Professor Snape."

"What could be so shocking that you would want me to sit? The last time I did you turned out to be a witch. I doubt you could top that."

"Don't be so sure, Professor," Harry said imitating his usual stance. As soon as they were all seated, Professor McGonagall nodded to Harry to begin.

"Harry, honey, what are you..."Sirius never finished his sentence. Harry had transformed and had flown over to sit on the perch with Fawkes. She was an animagus. She was also a Phoenix! This was the rarest ability among animagi and hadn't been done in generations.

She then flew over to Dumbledore and very gently lighted on his shoulder, while Fawkes was trilling loudly with pleasure. Snuffles just sat, tilting her head and wagging her tail. Dumbledore very gently reached out and had Harry climb onto his arm so he could look at her.

"Harry," he smiled with awe, " I want you to change back and then we will talk. Minerva, I don't want this to leave this room. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Albus," the stern witch nodded. She knew this was something special and wonderful, and Dumbledore would deal with letting people know when it was time to do so. "I think you will want to talk with Harry alone. I will be in my quarters if you need me." Dumbledore merely nodded, waiting until she was gone, and then turned to Harry who was looking on puzzled.

"Professor, have I done something wrong?"

"No, Child, you haven't. In fact you've done something very wonderful."

"I don't understand. All I wanted to do was transform. I thought it would make you all happy, but you're all looking at me so strangely."

Sirius rose from his seat, and put his arms around her, "Harry, what you just did hasn't been done for generations. It's the rarest of all the animagi. You can transform into a magical animal. You're a Phoenix."

"I know I'm a phoenix. But why is that so important?"

"Because it means you are pure of heart. You will not kill and are able to heal," Snape's voice came very softly, from where he had sat down by the fireplace.

"If I can't kill, then how am I supposed to take care of Voldemort?"

"Severus did not say you couldn't kill, Child. A phoenix will not kill unless it is forced to. Its song will increase the courage of the pure of heart. You are pure of heart because you can become as the Phoenix, yet you are human. In time, you may be able to appear and disappear at will, just as you have seen me do, and we already know you are a natural healer. You will always protect those who are loyal to you, without question. Just as Fawkes came to you that time in the Chamber of Secrets, you would do the same for those you love. It makes sense that you're an empath, you can feel what's in the hearts of others."

"Princess," Remus looked at her, his hazel eyes wide, "how long have you been able to transform?"

"How long have I been able to do it, or how long did it take me to learn?"

"Why not tell us both? What prompted you to try and transform?" Snape asked, staring at Sirius suspiciously.

"No, Professor, Sirius had nothing to do with this," Harry shook her head amused by Snape's belief that her godfather had encouraged her to try to transform.

"She's right, Snape. I would never have allowed her to try such a thing."

"Why not? If I recall correctly, you, James Potter and Pettigrew all tried and succeeded. It would make sense that Harry would try to do so under your tutelage."

"Stop it, both of you! I did this all by myself. In fact, I originally started trying for Professor Lupin."

"What! Harry I never asked you to try to transform. I shouldn't be surprised though, your father and Sirius both did it for me."

"Well, their reasons were different than mine. They did it to help you control the wolf, which I think I probably could do too, going by what you've all just told me. However, that is not what prompted me to try."

"What then, Princess?"

"Do you recall the story I told you about the princess and the wolf?"

"Yes, she was a hawk by day and he was a wolf by night. You wanted to turn into a hawk?"

"I thought it might make you feel good to know another Potter liked you enough to turn into an animal to keep you company when you needed it, but I couldn't get it right."

"Child, how long have you been trying?"

"I guess since the end of September, maybe a little later."

"Did Minerva help you, I see she was aware that you could transform?" Dumbledore inquired with interest.

"I have only been able to do it since yesterday. She helped me with the final stage. I questioned her about it when she came to my room after I had slept late and you wanted to be sure I was all right. She was not happy that I had been trying, let alone by myself."

"Honey, you've only been trying for less than three months and just succeeded yesterday?" Sirius questioned, amazed.

"The next thing you know she'll be able to apparate," Professor Snape's familiar sardonic voice remarked from where he still sat by the fire.

"Hmm...now there's an interesting idea," Harry looked brightly at Professor Snape.

"Not until you're eighteen, Child, do you understand me?" Dumbledore eyed her sternly, and there was no mistaking the authority in his voice. He had denied Snape and Lupin's request to teach her early.

"I understand, Headmaster," she grinned up at him, her green eyes bright with laughter, unable to hide her smile.

"Harry, I am not playing. Under no circumstances are you to try and apparate."

"What if Professor Snape is bleeding profusely from being tortured by a group of Deatheaters, or Voldemort is trying to kill him and I need to get help fast?"

"Why is it, that I am the one who is being tortured and not you?"

"I can get away faster since I can fly," she replied contritely.

"But I can apparate."

"Maybe they have you tied up and took your wand away."

"And maybe they broke your arms so your wings are useless."

"All the more reason to learn to apparate!"

"Are you both quite finished yet, or am I going to have to put a silencing charm on the two of you in order to finish this conversation?" Dumbledore asked, looking at the two of them and trying to appear angry. He didn't wait for a reply, but continued to speak, "Now, Harry, I love you dearly, but I do not want you to apparate. I have no doubt the skill will come quite easily to you, but unless I say otherwise I expect you to respect my decision. Is that clear?"

"Yes. I won't try and apparate unless you tell me I can."

"Honey, don't sound so disappointed. We just don't want you leaving a piece of yourself in one place. It can be very nasty. I don't like to apparate. That's why I used to ride the motorcycle. When you're old enough either Albus or Severus will teach you. They both do it often and are skilled enough to apparate another person at the same time."

"Sirius is right, Princess. I don't like to apparate either and prefer other means of transportation when I can use it."

"Now, you said Minerva helped you with the final stage. Why didn't you both come and tell me you were able to transform?"

"I asked her to wait until after Sirius returned so I could tell everyone at once. I thought it would be a nice surprise. She knew he would be coming back soon, so she agreed to wait. You're not angry with her are you?"

"No, I'm not angry. She would have told me herself if she thought you were deliberately keeping it a secret like certain other young Gryffindors did a few years back." Dumbledore arched his brow at Sirius, who was grinning and blushing with embarrassment.

"She was the one who explained why I was having so much trouble with the final transfiguration. I was trying to become something I wasn't meant to be. I knew the bird wasn't the right color for a hawk, and believe it or not I was worried it was a chicken for a while, but it was too big. Once she showed me what I was doing wrong, I fully transformed. That's when I saw that I was a Phoenix. She had the same strange expression on her face that the four of you did."

"It's because it hasn't been done since before I was born," Dumbledore explained. "The last wizard to do it was one Ezekiel Sprague. He could transform into a winged horse, the Aethonan, the breed native to Britain."

"Harry this is such a wonderful thing," Sirius beamed," that none of us ever expected it. When you said you had a surprise, and Minerva came up with you, we thought you were going to show us how well you were doing with the advanced transfiguration lessons we have been teaching you."

"Does it top finding out I was a witch, Professor Snape?"

"Tenfold, Miss Potter. You're really starting to impress me."

"Good. You've been bored for too long down in that dungeon," Harry remarked, pleased that she could impress the Potions Master. She wasn't sure why, but his opinion mattered to her a great deal.

"Professor Lupin, I'm sorry I didn't turn into a hawk, but if you don't mind a phoenix keeping you company from time to time I'll be happy to do so."

"I like it even better than the hawk. I think I'll give you an assignment for your next detention in Defense class to write a story about an evil Wizard and a Phoenix."

"Professor, there are two problems with that. You never give me detention since I don't misbehave in your class and there is already a story in progress about an evil wizard and a witch who can turn into a phoenix. The story just isn't over yet."

"I'll bet it will have a happy ending when it is," Remus smiled kindly, knowing she had been referring to herself and Voldemort.

Harry just smiled back and looked up at Sirius, who smiled down at her, "Albus told us you were special, now we're beginning to see just how special. He was right, you know."

"I'm not special; I'm just plain old Harry. I like it that way too. There isn't anything I can do that any talented witch or wizard hasn't already done at one time or another. There are also plenty of things I'm not very good at."

"Name one."

"Divination. It's boring and stupid."

"It seems to me Professor Trelawney predicted a Grim in your future yesterday," Dumbledore reminded her.

"That wasn't a Grim, it was Sirius. If she were really any good at divination she would have known that."

"How do you know she doesn't, Child?" She has been right a number of times."

"I'm amazed she didn't say she wasn't any good at Potions," Professor Snape grinned evilly.

"Because, as you yourself said, and I quote, 'she's quite good, Black, when she wants to be,' besides, I like doing Potions when the instructor isn't on one of his tirades!"

"Ruff, ruff, ruff..." The puppy had come over and was barking at Snape, and started to pull on his bootlaces playfully.

"Well now, Little Miss Snuffles, it is not nice to chew on people's shoes." Snape picked up the puppy and was holding her in one hand above his head.

"Professor, don't hurt her," Harry panicked, moving over to try and reach them, but was held back by Dumbledore.

"Miss Potter," Snape lowered the pup into his lap, "I have never in my life harmed an innocent animal. She merely wants to play and she knows what I have in my pocket."

"I don't understand."

"She wants a treat," he reached into his robes and pulled out a puppy treat, which the little dog took greedily, her tail wagging. "Who do you think kept her hidden from you for the Headmaster for the past week? In fact, I have the basket she has been sleeping in down in my quarters. I shall see that you get it," Snape said as the little dog tried to lick his cheek.

"Professor McGonagall has a pillow for her too. I'll set her up a nice cozy bed in the corner by the fireplace."

"Harry, now I want you to listen to me very carefully," Dumbledore put his hands on her shoulders, "you are at present an unregistered animagus. Mr. Weasley is aware of Sirius unregistered status and he agrees with me that he shall remain so until the situation with Voldemort is resolved. It gives Sirius an advantage, as he is able to go and listen to others without their being aware he is a member of the Order. I am going to tell Arthur that you are also now an animagus. I am going to see that you also remain unregistered for the time being. You may have need of the skill in the fight against Voldemort and it is better if no one beyond Minerva, Arthur, and us know you can transform for the time being. I don't want you to tell anyone, not even your closest friends."

"I had no intention of telling anyone. I was sort of thinking along the same lines as you. Besides, sometimes even my friends don't feel comfortable with some of my abilities."

"I know Child. Now if you want to practice you may do so, but only with the supervision of either Sirius or Professor McGonagall. They will go with you to a quiet place where you will not be seen. You may also fly around in the building when I am present, as people will think it is Fawkes," he smiled, moving over to give the Phoenix a treat as he began to trill happily. "I want you to promise me that you will do as I have asked. I will be away from Hogwarts more often with the situation over at the Ministry and overseeing the Order."

"I promise. I'll just torment Professor Snape instead so he keeps me on detention. Then I'll stay out of trouble," Harry teased, as the men laughed.

"I seem to recall you said you would behave in Potions if you got off that roof without freezing to death," Professor Snape arched his left brow quizzically.

"I must have been delirious from the cold."

"In that case, Miss Potter, I hope you like mashing flobberworms, since we will need quite a few for my third years."

"Yech, never mind, I'll torment Sirius instead."

"Does this mean you have heard about my new position here at Hogwarts?"

"What new position?"

"Albus, should we tell her?"

"I think we should, she will find out shortly anyway."

"Honey, with Albus being away so much it will put an extra burden on Professor McGonagall. In order to help her out, I've been hired as an adjunct Professor to teach Transfiguration, since she will be functioning in the capacity of Headmistress when he isn't here."

"Please tell me you're not teaching the sixth years?"

"That hasn't been decided yet, Child," Dumbledore chuckled, his blue eyes bright with amusement."

"You don't want me for your teacher?"

"Sirius, I love you dearly, but I don't want you for my teacher. I already do advanced tutoring with you."

"Here, I thought you would be happy," he pretended to pout.

"I am very happy that the Headmaster has seen fit to give you a position here. I just don't want to be in one of your classes. I already have all I can do to deal with your best friend and your old nemesis."

"I'll keep that in mind when Minerva and Sirius plan the schedule," Dumbledore beamed at her over his glasses, " in the meantime, why don't we go down to the Great Hall? It's almost time for Christmas dinner."

"That is an excellent idea, Headmaster. I have been looking forward to it all day," Professor Lupin rose from his seat and rubbed his stomach in anticipation.

"Now that you mention it, I'm starved," Sirius agreed. "How about you, Severus?" Sirius questioned, using Snape's given name in a show of Holiday cheer."

"I am a bit hungry, ah, Sirius," Snape answered, trying to accept his rival's show of friendship.

"Then we are all in agreement," Dumbledore looked at them all fondly.

"Wait, I need to speak with the Headmaster privately for a few minutes."

"Honey, is something wrong?" Sirius queried with a worried look.

"No, it's something personal. I will tell you about it later on."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, it will only take me a moment, but I prefer to speak with Dumbledore alone right now."

"All right. We'll meet you down at dinner."

Harry waited until she was sure the three men had left the office and then turned to the Headmaster, "Professor, do you remember what I said about my father's letter?"

"Yes, Child, you wanted to wait to read it until Sirius returned."

"Do you still have it?"

"You know that I do. Do you want me to get it out?"

"Yes, but I also want to go to the cemetery. Will you still be able to take me? I know you're very busy."

"You just tell me when you want to go and I'll make the time."

"This may sound crazy, but I'd like to go on New Years Eve."

"Why then, Child?"

"I would like to end the year knowing that my parents would want me to look forward, not back. I need to say good-bye. It just seemed like a good time to do it. You know, Auld Lang Syne, and all that."

"I think it's a very good time, Child. It will be good for Sirius too. Do you want anyone else to come?"

"I think maybe Remus and Professor Snape, if they really want to. I know we all have guilt, and need to deal with what happened in our own way and time, but I think they also need to put my parents to rest."

"I shall ask them then. Are you going to read the letter before you go?"

"I haven't decided yet. I may wait and read it at the cemetery, or I may read it alone first, and then read it for everyone else."

"Whatever you decide, we will all be there to support you," the old man hugged her.

"I know. Will you be gone often?"

"At least three days a week. I will be here as much as possible. If you feel you need me, you just send me an owl. I won't lie to you Harry, there are going to be some difficult days ahead."

"I understand. I should be all right. Sirius and Remus are here along with Professor Snape. Just remind them not to make me feel like they're smothering me."

"I will. Now here is your father's letter. If you want to read it and need someone with you I will be happy to help."

"I'll let you know," Harry replied placing the letter in her pocket. "Now why don't we go down to dinner before the Weasley boys and Sirius eat everything in sight?"

"That, my dear, is an excellent idea," Dumbledore hugged her close before they left together for the Great Hall.

Christmas dinner was a pleasant and happy affair. Harry sat with Sirius and Ron, and fully enjoyed her meal of roast goose, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, carrots, broccoli, and biscuits. Dessert was a variety of puddings, and pumpkin or sweet potato pie.

Harry knew George Weasley had watched her through out the meal, and she was aware that Sirius was watching them both. She wondered if Sirius realized that George liked her, and if he had seen how she had blushed when he had greeted her at dinner. She sensed that Sirius was feeling very protective, and something else, but she wasn't sure what it was. One minute he seemed jealous and the next protective. Did Sirius have feelings for her too? She was more confused than ever, but determined to just wait and see. She wasn't ready for a long-term relationship but at least she had finally had her first kiss.

Following dinner, the students went to their common rooms and Harry joined Ron, Ginny, and Sirius for a quiet evening of conversation in Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's rooms. Sirius and Ron enjoyed a game of Wizard's chess, and Ron was surprised at how good Sirius still was, even after being in prison and in hiding for so long. Sirius just laughed and said he had been brushing up during the time he was with Remus.

Percy had to get back home, as he had to go to work in the morning, so he left early, and the twins returned to Hogsmeade by ten o'clock as they were going to open the magic shop early in the morning. Before he left, George warned Harry that the boys still in school were going to be competing with him for her affections, and that he hoped to see her again soon. Sirius just watched from a distance, but Harry had the idea he could sense her discomfort. Finally, Harry rose to go and walk little Snuffles, and Sirius accompanied her. Once they were outside, he turned to her, his expression serious.

"Do you like him?"

"Who?"

"George Weasley."

"He's just a friend from school and Ron's brother. We used to play Quidditch together."

"Are you planning on seeing him again?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure. I know he would like to see me again, but right now, I'm not ready for any kind of relationship. I may date him though, but I don't like the idea of getting involved with any of the Weasley's."

"Why not?"

"Ron is my best friend. If I date his brother and it doesn't work out it could cause hard feelings. I would rather we just stayed good friends."

"I understand, and I think that would be a good idea," Sirius remarked and Harry noted the relief in his voice.

Was he jealous, or just acting like an overprotective parent? She wasn't sure, but did not want to think about it. Sirius was in his thirties and she was only sixteen. Wizards and witches never seemed to be concerned with age differences and she was glad, but she was still underage. She knew that even if Sirius liked her he would not do anything about it until she turned eighteen.

"Sirius," she began in an effort to steer the conversation away from the Weasley's, "I wanted to talk to Dumbledore about my parents."

"Honey, you could have asked me about them. I know as much as Albus."

"That's not what we were discussing. I asked him about my father's letter."

"You still haven't read it?"

"No. I wanted you with me when I did. I am planning to go visit their graves. I would like you to come. I've never been there. Up until a few weeks ago, I didn't even know where they were. I may read the letter before I go, but I may not. I asked Dumbledore to ask Remus and Snape to come too. We all need to burn our bridges and go forward."

"Honey, you know I have never been there either, even as an animagus. I will be happy to go with you. I would like to visit them. We both need to say good-bye," he hugged her gently, stroking her soft hair. "Come on, it's getting late and little Snuffles may not be tired but Padfoot is. I'll walk you upstairs and say good-night."

"That sounds really good," she smiled picking up the puppy.

They both returned to Hogwarts, arm in arm, and content with each other's company. Sirius kissed Harry gently on her forehead after he was certain she was safely tucked in for the night. As Harry drifted off to sleep she couldn't remember being so happy in her entire life. Sirius was home, and would be teaching at Hogwarts. Remus was happy to have his friend back and free, even Professor Snape seemed to have mellowed towards him. She had also had her first real kiss, and was now able to transform. It had been a wonderful magical holiday season, and she would remember it fondly for many years to come.