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"The most important thing is to enjoy your life - to be happy - it's all that matters." - Audrey Hepburn

-O-O-

The beginning of the holidays begins with Harry waking in an empty dormitory. Ron, last minute, had decided to go travelling with his mom and dad to visit Bill after all. The first few days after the separation of the group, Harry had worried what the other Weasley's would think about it and so- had subconsciously taken to avoiding them. However, Fred and George decided that they weren't having any of that and cornered Harry in the common room one day:

"Harrykins." Fred had began with a sigh,

"Don't think we haven't noticed you avoiding us." George had cut in.

Harry had opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by Fred. "Listen Harry - Ron told us what happened..."

"Everything. He more shouted it though, Fred." George informed his counterpart thoughtfully.

Fred groaned: "That he did. But -" he carried on as Harry opened his mouth again. "Because Ron is our brother - we know how much of a prat he can be better than most."

"We also know you and Hermione aren't the kind of people to drop friends without a well-founded reason..." George went on.

"And, we quite like Angela. So, we just want to make it clear that we don't hold anything against any of you." The two stated simultaneously.

Harry had looked between the two, noting the unusual seriousness of their expressions and felt himself deflate with relief. "Thanks guys, for understanding."

"No problem mate." The twins said with identical smiles. "Oh, and Mom and Dad don't blame you either."

When the had two left, Harry had a grin so wide it may have split his face.

Because of this, the holidays are extremely cheerful for Harry. The Weasley's along with Angela would walk with him and Hermione outside and have a friendly competitive snow-ball fights. The Twins and Harry also decide to tell Angela the password so that she can spend time with them in Gyffindor common-room as opposed to being stuck with Malfoy. Hermione did not completely approve at first, and Percy had wholeheartedly agreed with her.

"We have passwords for a reason you know! Otherwise people would just go from house-to-house as they pleased!" The prefect had told them, scandalized.

However, Harry and the Twins insisted: "But it's Christmas!"

And they continued to do so...

Harry: "People should be with friends on Christmas. Would you like to be stuck in a room with only Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle for company over what is supposed to be a cheerful time?"

Fred: "Plus, it's her first Christmas at Hogwarts - as prefect, Percy, would you like to be responsible for ruining it?"

George: "Besides, the password always changes after the holidays, and I doubt she would want to come into the lions den then with everyone even if we did tell her the password."

Within a day, their constant badgering had worn Percy down (Hermione had resigned almost immediately due to Christmas spirit winning out over love for rules) and Angela's offer to give the Slytherin password for even ground made the prefect 'see the light' so to speak.

"All right. But any funny business..." He warned the girl, who Harry could see was struggling to keep a straight face even as she nodded respectfully.

"I understand, Sir."

Percy had turned slightly red; still trying to sound stern even as he stammered. "Good..." Though the pleased smile on his face gave him away. Well that, and the fact he didn't complain when Harry, Hermione, Fred, George and Angela (sometimes joined by Ginny) played Exploding snap loudly the whole afternoon and even granted permission for Angela to sleep-over per Hermione's request.

"How do you do it?" Fred asks Angela in a soft whisper once Percy disappears upstairs.

Angela smirks, shuffling the cards: "It's called flattery boys. Master it, and you can get away with nearly anything."

"You know - I really can see how you ended up in Slytherin." George states; although it is with respect rather than scorn. "That is sneaky."

"I still don't get why you two aren't in Slytherin." The girl responds as she deals out the cards. "Your pranks involve a lot of cunning to pull off and get away with. Not to mention the dedication into making some of things you use for them."

The twins exchange a look: "Yeah well, it's a family thing." They mutter, both shrugging after a moment.

Throughout the game - Harry cannot concentrate. For the first time, he wonders if he was not the only one who asked the hat to pick a different house.

-O-O-

Christmas morning, Harry's emerald eyes open to see two grinning girls looking down at him. "Merry Christmas!" The chorus cheerfully, each giving Harry one of the two presents tucked under their arms before handing the other to the opposite girl.

"You didn't have to get me anything, you know." Angela says to Hermione with a smile.

Hermione snorts. "Neither did you have to get something for me; but you did. I'm dealing with it."

Angela laughs while Harry sits up, shoving his glasses on quickly, and tells them both with a toothy grin: "Merry Christmas." Before beginning to undo the bow of Hermione's present.

Just as he does this, Hedwig swoops in with something tied to her leg and gives an affectionate nibble on Harry's ear. Angela lets out a breath: "That's your owl?"

Harry nods, looking over at her as he runs his fingers down Hedwigs back-feathers gently. "Yeah, why?"

"She's gorgeous!" The girl exclaims in explanation, storm eyes gazing at Hedwig appreciatively. "I always saw her flying around. She stood out 'cause of her colouring..." She trails off, turning slightly pink as Harry and Hermione share a laugh at the Slytherin girl's unusual girlishness.

"Well, she seems to like you to." Harry notes with a chuckle as Hedwig coos, looking at Angela thoughtfully with her amber eyes. "Flattery works on owls too then?

"Oh...shut up." Angela tells him - although the effect is ruined by the delighted grin that spreads across her face when Harry and Hedwig allow the Slytherin girl to pet her while Harry takes the note off her leg.

The contents: a matchstick from the Dursley's along with the question of whether or not he could stay at Hogwarts for the summer. Angela, from her angle got full view of the note and scowled. "Maybe you should stay. Or, better yet, come over to my place once I'm settled in."

Harry looks up at that - startled. "You would - you would do that?"

"'Course. I'm sure my guardian won't mind. Besides, what are friends for if not giving you the chance at a decent summer?" Angela says with a grin, turning to address Hermione. "You're invited too of course, if you want."

Hermione smiled, "I would like that."

Harry, on the other side of the bed, was brightening even more at the prospect of being away from the Dursely's. He draws in a breath, feeling something burning behind his eyelids as he looks between the two oblivious girls. 'Best Christmas ever.'

And, today it seems, Luck is giving Harry a well-deserved break by making sure it got better.

From Hermione, Harry received a handsome eagle-feather quill. From Angela, a nice green scarf the colour of his eyes and some of those Paris chocolates from her visit to the hospital wing.

While Harry put on his Weasley jumper and Angela's scarf, Hermione opened her presents. Angela got Hermione a book titled: Prejudice and Discrimination of the Wizarding World from 1200 C.E to Present Day and she also received chocolates. The curly-haired witch beamed, allowing both of her friends to take one and stealing one of Harry's as she opened his gift - a pretty, simple gold bracelet with a book and H charm on it along with a bag of mixed candy.

"Nice one Harry." Angela praises as Hermione gushes over the bracelet, before pulling both Harry and Angela a tight hug.

"Now, you open yours!" Hermione tells Angela excitedly, crossing her legs as the storm-eyed girl took Hermione's present and unwrapped it. The smiling girl pulls out a soft midnight blue blanket that is decorated with stars. "You told me how cold it sometimes gets in the dungeons. And I know you like the view we have so..." Hermione trails off as the Slytherin gives her a fierce hug. Beaming, the girl moves on to Harry's gift; opening the box carefully. The girl's jaw drops, and Harry has to fight off a blush as the girl lifts up a silver cuff bracelet made of elegant swirl designs with three small jade stones down the middle.

"Yeah, um...I was going to get you one similar to Hermione's but I wasn't sure what kind of charm I should get you. So I got you that instead." Harry informs her, not knowing why he says it so quietly or why he even feels the need to share it.

Angela, in reply, places the bracelet gently on her wrist before throwing her arms around Harry. "Thank you. I love it." She tells him, sincerity dripping from her. Harry smiles, relaxing so that he can wrap his arms around her.

"No problem." He murmurs back, pulling away with a grin.

The girl beams, before letting out a shout: "Oh! I need to give the twin's their presents! Hang on..." Gleefully, she scrambles off the bed, giving both Hermione and Harry another hug before bolting out the door, yelling: "I'll meet you guys downstairs in a few!"

Hermione and Harry exchange bemused looks. "What do you think she could have gotten them?" Hermione inquires.

"I don't know. But I reckon it'll be something we want to see." Harry states with a wide grin, which Hermione returns.

Five minutes after Hermione returned to her dorm to get dressed, the two are waiting downstairs for Angela and the twins with an odd sort of anticipation. When the three finally come marching down the stairs with their chests puffed out - it is clear that it was well-founded.

Harry and Hermione stare, wide-eyed at the three who look each other over thoughtfully. "You know, I think green is my colour..." Fred states, wrapping the silver and green scarf tighter around his neck with flourish.

"I'll say." George agrees, looking at the tie thoughtfully before turning to Angela with a grin. "Red suits you nicely Angela."

"Why thank you George, I think so too." Angela replies with a wide grin, fixing her slightly large sweater so that the lion showed. "In fact, I think everyone in the hall will think we all look rather dashing in our opposite colours. Shall we go?"

"We shall." The twins say, each offering Angela an arm which she takes with a near perfect poker-face which only cracks slightly at seeing Hermione and Harry's gobsmacked expressions. It is only when the portrait closes behind the trio that the two snap out of their shock to break into laughter.

"I need to see this..." Harry gasps once his laughter is at a manageable level, nearly booking it to the portrait with Hermione on his heels.

-O-O-

Thankfully, they make it to the great-hall at the exact moment the trio do. Upon first glance at the three, no one seems to notice the change in uniform. However, that only lasts for a few seconds before people were doing double-takes and spilling their food over themselves. Professor McGonagle had a particularly interesting reaction; she nearly stabbed Mr. Flickwick's hand while trying to get a sausage as she gaped the the three students who walked the entire length of the hall chatting like nothing was wrong. Malfoy had turned an interesting shade of purple. Hagrid had stared at them all comically before breaking into laughter. Snape did what Snape always does, sneer. Although, not before dropping his fork with a clatter.

The whole day, the three wore their opposite colours, accompanied by a cheerful Harry and Hermione as they discussed possible ways to reuse the idea on a grander scale.

'Definitely the best Christmas yet.' Harry thinks again as he goes to bed that night with a content smile on his face.


Just a nice fluffy chapter before shit goes down...

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