Gah! I'm just a lowly Youth Pastor! I don't have a lot of money! PLEASE don't sue me – I really promise that I'm not JK Rowling and I don't own these characters and she does and I promise that…oh….wait – that's all I had to say? Then why are you pointing that Shotgun at me….

Harry gently arose out of bed, smiling gleefully to himself. It was Christmas morning, and he couldn't have thought of a better way to start the day – by giving a gift to two of his best friends in terms of a prank. He smiled ruefully, glancing down at the small red cat that now laid in the crook of one of his arms and with a bag on his other shoulder, he left his room.

Gently padding down the hallway, Harry slowly pushed open the ancient door that led to the room that Ginny and Hermione shared with his free arm. Shutting the door behind him, he waved his hand and the candles in the room lit at a very dim level. He grinned, thinking it was worth all the time training with Dumbledore if just for this gift. Softly placing the red cat down, the formerly angst filled teenager cast a silencing charm around Hermione's bed. Shaking his head at the ease of which he was able to pull off his own prank, he moved to Ginny's bed and gently shook the beautiful red head to wake her up.

"Wha—Mum? Why up?" Ginny moaned in her sleep. Harry couldn't think of anything cuter that he had ever seen. The ends of his fingers ran through her hair, trying to get the young witch to wake up just a bit more. "Mum…," the sixteen year old teen whined, this time blearily blinking her eyes open. Harry's brilliant green eyes met her own soft amber ones and she gasped, though Harry quickly covered her mouth so she wouldn't make too much noise. Just because the silencing charm was around Hermione's bed, the rest of the house might have been able to hear in the room if she was too loud. He wished that he'd first cast one around the room too instead of waiting to do that later. Ginny, now wide awake, was staring expectantly at Harry.

"I need you to go into the room Ron and I share to sleep for the rest of the night…please?" Harry whispered, realizing he should have asked Ginny this before they went to bed the night before.

"Why?" Ginny asked in the same tone that Harry had spoken.

"My gift for Hermione and Ron…" Harry trailed off. Ginny's eyes widened as Harry looked over at the red cat on Hermione's dresser, before she covered her own mouth this time, trying her best to stifle the giggle.

"Promise me you will tell me everything you did to pull this off later?" Ginny quickly asked again in that hushed tone. Harry nodded, slowly standing up and pulling away from the red-haired teenage witch in bed. Ginny swung her legs off of the bed and stood up, toe to toe with Harry. She hugged Harry tightly and whispered Happy Christmas in his ear before sliding away and leaving the room, making sure that she wasn't seen.

With Ginny gone, Harry could now concentrate on the setting up his Christmas prank. Closing the door, he took a piece of parchment out of the bag he had brought in and stuck it to the back of the door with a sticking charm. The raven-haired teen smiled at the handiwork that had gone into that piece of now magical parchment – he'd have to thank Lupin for the spells on the marauder's map that reacted to the person looking at the paper. Moving back to the bag, the famous wizard took out of a piece of mistletoe and hung it in the doorway. Next, he levitated Hermione temporarily into Ginny's bed. Turning back to her bed, Harry transfigured the single sized mattress into a queen sized one along with all the sheets and coverings on the bed. He leant down and pulled back the sheets.

Laying the red cat down in the bed, the powerful teenaged wizard took out his wand to undo the spell he had used on his best friend – Harry had to admit he couldn't carry Ron in his full form. Reversing the transformation, Ron, in his bedclothes, now appeared in the bed. Turning to his other best friend, he levitated her back to her own bed next to Ron, so that she was curled into Ron's side. Harry then gently moved Ron's arm so it lay across Hermione's stomach. While Harry knew that the sleeping drought he had used on them last night should do its job, he didn't want to wake them up now. Harry sighed in relief when he saw Ron unconsciously pull Hermione closer and Hermione snuggle into Ron's grasp. Harry smiled knowing his gift would be perfect.

Harry canceled the silencing charm around the bed and recast a new one around the room. It wouldn't do to have everyone come running if either screamed in surprise. Casting the silent alarm charm for his two friends to go off at 7:30 am, Harry moved out of the room. Harry turned to the door and cast a few final spells on the door – to insure they couldn't get out of the room without a full, emotional kiss passing between them and so that they wouldn't be disturbed. The last of his prank in place, Harry grinned wickedly. His best friends would be in for quite the gift this year, though he did have some other things for them in case they didn't appreciate this one. Grinning to himself, he moved back towards his room to get the gifts he had bought everyone downstairs – he had asked everyone the night before about doing Christmas American style and they had readily agreed.

It was several hours later that found Harry with Remus, and all of the Weasley's, except Percy, Bill and Charlie. Though Harry had hoped that a few more people would come, most were out on Order business and weren't able to enjoy the holiday. Hermione and Ron were still holding hands as they had all morning; the faint blush around their cheeks hadn't disappeared either.

"Wait…what I want to know is how you pulled the sleeping drought over on them!" Fred questioned mirthfully. The news that Harry's Christmas gift to his two best friends had come in the form of a prank had come as a surprise to all, almost bigger than the result of the prank itself. It had been the subject that they had talked about in between a lot of the gifts being opened that morning, which had lasted into the afternoon.

"Aye mate, it would've changed the color of the pumpkin juice!" George added to his twins' comment, as if the two had tried it before and failed on their own attempt. In response, Harry threw the two a small packaged box. Fred, the one who caught it, ripped it open to find a small disk inside with a small syringe stopper above it. The twins looked at Harry with a perplexed look in their eyes.

"I made it – with no patent yet. That is my gift to you two - a color copier. That little device is how I changed the color of the pumpkin juice back to the original color. Be careful though – it's a permanent change!"

"But Harry – transfiguring just the color of an object is extremely advanced magic!" Hermione responded over Fred and George's bellows of joy and exuberance. Harry looked up and just smiled with a small twinkle in his eye that reminded her of Dumbledore.

"Why didn't you patent it first, Harry? You could have made oodles of money from the twins' store." Ron asked. He didn't want Harry to be taken for as much money as he knew Fred and George would make from modifying objects with that – not to mention if they actually sold it.

"I already get money from –"

"HARRY!" Both the twins hissed at him. Harry looked at them strangely for a moment before he quirked his own eyebrow questioningly.

"Get money from what, Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked, feeling she knew the answer to the question as the twins had jumped down his throat. Shrugging, Harry responded to Mrs. Weasley's question.

"Well, I'm their silent business partner." Harry used his hands to emphasize the silent part – as if to say, that wasn't his own idea. "I get five percent of their earnings."

"Why, Harry?" Ron asked.

"I gave them the money to start the business." He could hear a very loud audible sigh to his left from the duo who owned Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.

"There goes our last secret, Forge!"

"Down in smoke!"

"In Ruin!"

"Though, it was a fun prank to see Mum ruffle when we brought up how we got it."

"We'll never get that again," was heard with a fake, exasperated sigh.

"Those were the memories…" Now, a sniffle had joined the conversation.

"Boys! How could you take the money from Harry here!" Mrs. Weasley interrupted. Both looked at Harry, unsure how to answer that question.

"Mrs. Weasley – it was my triwizard money. That's all."

"That's all? A thousand galleons! That's ALL?" She replied to Harry's statement, astounded that it could be so nonchalant. A stubborn and stern look came upon Harry's face as he looked at the matron of the Weasley clan.

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley, that IS all!" Harry retorted, his voice firm though he never raised it to a shout. "I didn't need the money – and I didn't want a reminder of just how I'd gotten that money – so I gave it to a good cause." Harry paused, a small smile on his face again. "Laughter. Besides, at this point they've paid me back in full and are treating me as if I were a smaller, third partner, which is fine by me."

"Oh Harry!" She was nearly crying at this point as she reached down and hugged the seventeen year old.

"Well, I say we get to more gifts!" Ron said, trying to give Harry some breathing room. "What's left?"

"I think…that I've got the last one, Ron." Remus said, as though slightly unsure that he wanted to give his gift to Harry. Mrs. Weasley quickly calmed down and backed off the older teenager so that he could open his last gift. She, of course, had been keeping track of exactly would had gotten gifts so far. Remus stood from his chair, a small, clothing box under his arm. Harry took the gift, recognizing the reluctance in Remus' eyes. "You may want to have some time by yourself when you open your gift, Harry." Harry pulled open the paper on the box, throwing it all in the trash bag near by. Placing the box down, he opened the top of it to reveal a note, sitting on top of a pensieve. Taking the pensieve in hand, Harry briefly read it.

Harry –

I know that since the moment you looked into Snape's pensieve a year and a half ago, you wanted to know a more complete view of your parents. This gift is two fold- it's a pensieve for you to use, but it is also all the important memories I have of either one or both of your parents. It has not been easy to go through all of these – and I lived them. But, I think this should give you the best picture you can get.

With all my love,

Moony

Harry shakily placed the parchment aside and looked into the pensieve. It was a gift so overwhelming he didn't know what to say. Focusing hard on the silver dish in front of him, he wished to see, more than anything, a defining moment that would show him a side of his Dad so different than what he had seen in Snape's office a year and a half ago. The basin started swirling…

"Sirius, if you ever forced me to choose between you and her, even as things stand now…I'd chose her a thousand out of thousand times without batting an eyelash."

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