A/N Surprise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It is the last day of my break and I'm just itching to write something so I'll post this chapter as a bonus, you know like the special scenes they have on DVDs.

I would really like to thank Butterflygoodbye for sticking with this story throughout its progress. If it's not for her encouragement, I probably wouldn't have managed to upload all those chapters in time. I would also like to thank NaughtyBunny, Lukesweatheart, Unwrittenkhk3 and Lunagurl101 for reviewing the last chapter. I wish all you guys a happy new year and hope you all enjoy this, well thing.

Declaimer: Don't own Harry, never will.

A Wintery Prophecy

By Lola Leddir

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Setting: Chapter two- I Won't Be Home For Christmas/ Harry studying

" What on earth is he doing?" James Potter screamed inwardly as he stared down at his only son. It took all his self-control to restrain himself from fling a book into Harry's face. He had already yelled at Harry and even putting his hand on Harry's shoulder but no avail, Harry did not notice his dead father, just inches away from himself. James reminded himself that he was no a ghost and therefore could not be heard, seen or felt in anyway but he couldn't help it, his son was so dense.

James had watched his son from the moment when he realized that he was dead. He did not choose the path of a ghost however; he was more of a guardian angel who always forgets his other charges to watch over his own son. The guilt of leaving his son when little Harry had needed him most was unbearable. He thought, again and again of the life that he could have led to, if only he was not killed.

As James observed his Harry now, he could tell, just like any father would to his own child that his heart was somewhere else. " Well then?" James yelled as he lowered his face inches to Harry's, " Go and see Hermione! You and I both know that studying right now is a complete waste of time!" How he wishes that he was still alive, if only for ten minutes! That would be enough time to drill some of his " James Potter's knowledge of girls and romance" into Harry.

James knew that Harry has been in love with his best friend Hermione Granger for a long time now. He watched as they shared their first hugs and kisses. Of course every time he watched, he would get a deathly glare from his wife Lily, but that's beside the point. The time to act is now! His own flesh and blood is on the verge of losing the woman he loved the most, James can't just sit there and let things take their course! He had to do something!

James looked at his son, who was once again checking the time on the wall. What should I do? James thought to himself. He can't see me and he can't hear me, how am I supposed to play matchmaker? In his frustration, he looked around the room and found his best mate Sirius grinning widely at him.

" Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Sirius asked, grinning wickedly as he strolled, or floated to James.

" What are you thinking, Padfoot?" James smirked. " Didn't know you could think at all?" But inside, he screamed with joy. Excellent! He thought. Now my partner in crime is here! Let the Marauder business begin!

" I was thinking of getting my godson laid!" Sirius said, matching the smirk that James had on his face.

" You know Lily isn't going to approve this," James said as he tried to keep a serious face.

" Exactly! Why else do you think I'm doing this?" Sirius replied.

" You never disappoint me Padfoot!" James said. " So? How do you plan to get Harry over to Hermione's house?"

Sirius thought for a moment. He opened his mouth, " I have no idea!"

James looked him disappointedly. " Yeah, me either! Strange isn't it! You never seem to be able to get anything done once you are dead."

" That's going to be my quote of the day," Sirius said, sighing. He inched closer to Harry. " Hey you! Chosen boy! Get your self to Hermione Granger's house will you?" Sirius said as he poked Harry in the nose.

" Hey! You just gave me an idea!" James said as a plan dawned upon him.

" What? What is it?" Sirius asked his face lightened with excitement.

" Watch," James said. He pondered for a moment and then concentrated on the book that Harry was reading. With a quick incantation, he spoke the few chosen words softly. He waited for a second or two and then watched with satisfaction as the letters of the page with Harry was reading started to rearrange themselves into a new paragraph.

On the 18th winter of the Chosen one's

He shall find the answer to his desire

Destiny's call is coming closer

He can forget but never ignore

" That's it?" Sirius looked at James incredulously. " You gotta be more specific than that!"

" Well, you try it then!" James said defiantly,

Sirius concentrated on Harry's book also and watched as another verse of James " prophecy" added up to the first four lines.

Avoid he can try

But he's battling a losing fight

By the struck of midnight of the 24th

Love will take its course.

" That's your idea of being more specific?" James asked as he read Sirius's paragraph.

" Well, you know how prophecies are suppose to be! They are not suppose to make sense!" Sirius retorted back.

" What the heck is that suppose to mean?" Harry voice sounded, causing James and Sirius to stop bickering immediately.

" See? It's no help at all!" James said, disgruntled because now his plan was ruined.

" Well you started it!" Sirius said childishly.

" No I didn't! You are the one who gave me the idea of making up a prophecy!" James said.

" Did not!"

" Did too!"

"Did not!"

" Boys!" a stern voice sounded.

James and Sirius looked around to find a woman with soft red hair and brilliant green eyes looking angrily at both of them.

" Busted!" Sirius whispered to James.

" Hi sweetie!" James said as he walked over to Lily Potter and attempted to give her a kiss.

" Don't you hi sweetie me!" Lily said furiously.

" That's right Lily, teach him a lesson!" Sirius said.

Lily turned her gaze onto Sirius. " You are in trouble too!"

Sirius shared a nervous glance at James.

" How many times do I have to repeat myself?" Lily asked James. " It's bad enough that you invade Harry's personal moments but now you are manipulating his decisions?"

" I'm not manipulating Harry! I just want to save him before it's too late!" James said quietly, avoiding Lily's eyes.

" From what?" Lily asked.

" From leading to a life as a lonely old man with too many pets!" Sirius chirped in.

James gave Sirius a deathly glare. " Not helping!"

" Harry needs to go experience love on his own! You are not suppose to make fake prophecies to make him fall in love with someone!" Lily said. She glanced at the prophecy James and Sirius made and added, " And if you are going to make a fake prophecy, you could have at least made it more convincing! What kind of prophecy is that?"

" I told you!" James and Sirius screamed at each other in unison.

" Let's go boys! You've done enough. Harry will go to Hermione when he is ready." Lily said. With a nod of her head, the prophecy vanished and the words on the page began to rearrange themselves once again, back to the way the book was originally written.

" But Lilis!" James said.

" Go!" Lily interrupted.

James and Sirius shared another look with each other and then vanished.

Rolling her eyes, Lily turned her attention back to her son who was now deep in thoughts. She stroked his messy hair and said quietly, " Listen to your heart Harry," With that, she vanished.

Setting: Two years later on the morning of Christmas day. (A/N you can also call this the epilogue if you want to! XD)

The rays of sun shot through the window of Hermione's cottage. She opened her eyes, welcoming the beginning of another day. She opened her eyes and smiled. Her living room floor was covered in sleeping bags, and from few various places, snores were sounded. Suddenly a pair of hands covered her eyes.

" Guess who?" a familiar voice sounded.

" Good morning Harry!" Hermione said, turning around to face her Harry. Or The-Man Who-Survived as most people referred to Harry ever since he destroyed Lord Voldemort.

Harry grinned from ear to ear as he looked into Hermione's eyes. " Let's wake up the others! It's presents time!" He said excitedly.

Hermione laughed and set to work

Thirty Minutes Later

" Thanks Hermione!" Ron said enthusiastically as he unwrapped Hermione's present and found two tickets to the Chudley Cannon's game.

" You are welcome Ron!" Hermione said, smiling slightly as she unwrapped Luna's present, which was a pair of beet earings. Somethings just never change. She thought as she turned her attention to Harry as he cleared his throat.

" Hermione, the Daily Prophet is here," he said as he addressed to the crowd of owls outside her window.

" But I stopped subscribing from the Daily Prophet ages ago!" Hermione said, surprised as she opened the window to let almost a dozen owls inside.

" Hey! It's already paid for!" Ron said as he removed his copy of the Daily Prophet from the owl that flew straight for him.

Hermione looked down at her own copy and gasped. The front page was a huge picture of Harry, surrounded the picture were smaller moving pictures of her and Harry together. The headline read, Harry Potter's Christmas shout out. The room went silent as the front page came to their attention and all of them began to read.

My Dearest Hermione,

I had tried to find the words to tell you how I felt about you ever since we were fourteen years old. As we grew together throughout the years of my progress of becoming a wizard, our friendship progressed into unconditional love. I had tried again and again to blurt out the three simple words that I never got the chance to say to anyone in my life, but words would always fail me. In my dreams every night, I would dream about you and me, always together and never apart. But in real life, we always found great obstacles that kept us away from each other. Whether it was the fear of ruining our friendship or fighting great evil, the obstacles always triumphed over my feelings towards you. Every time my heart wanted to speak out, my head would stop me. A long time ago, a wise person told me that I should let my heart lead me toward the right path that I need to take in life. He told me that the human mind was nothing but a guard that kept you from making decisions that was not rational. But the mind is not always right, I have learned it the hard way as I pushed you away from my life again and again through out the past few years. And then, exactly two years ago from today, I realized the love was not a weakness but a protection, it's something that I can always look for comfort in when I needed it. Your love was the thing that gave me hope when I needed it the most. It gave me the light when I couldn't find the way and gave me a peace of mind when things got unbearable. Loving you is what got me through the war. My dear Hermione, you are the best thing that ever happened to me, you've fulfilled my wildest dreams and even more. Will you let me fulfill your wildest dreams too? I love you Hermione Jane Granger. You've given me hope, pride and the reasons to survive and if you had not been there though out the years, I would probably have been long lost in the haze of darkness. Please Hermione, I beg you to give me the chance to be with you for the rest of your life. Will you marry me?

Love,

Harry James Potter

Hermione finished reading and looked up. Harry was down on one knee with the most beautiful ring that Hermione had ever seen.

" What do you say Hermione?" Harry asked quietly. " Will you marry me?"

Hermione was speechless. She looked around at her friends as they screamed, " say yes Hermione!"

Slowly, Hermione nodded.

" Yes, Harry, I will marry you," She said, smiling as she slowly came out of the shock.

Harry grinned as he slid the ring onto Hermione's finger, stood up and kissed her.

The world was blocked out completely as Harry's lips descended onto Hermione's.

" Merry Christmas Hermione," Harry said softly.

And a merry Christmas they had indeed.

A/N Okay, this time, it's really over. Please don't forget to review and I wish for everyone have a safe, happy new year. May the next year bring us hope and happiness.