Warning: Major fluff ahead. Also, Scorp/Rose haters might want to look away now...

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, the Next Generation, or any of the characters mentioned in the Deathly Hallows. I do, however, own frank and Alice Longbottom II, as well as Cassie Malfoy and any other characters that were not mentioned or named by J.K. Rowling.

Cassiopeia's Point of View
A good portion of that semester went by very fast. I learned to turn a mouse into a goblet without keeping it's tail on the third try, but that was pretty much it. Before I knew it Christmas was upon me. I had to start making plans for the holidays, and for that I needed assistance. I wrote my mother the first week of December to ask where I needed to be. Apparently she, dad, and my maternal grandparents were going to be in Paris for the holidays, so I found myself making arrangements to go to the Potter house.

I woke early on the day that we were supposed to be going back to London, earlier than most of the girls except for Roxy, and found myself all packed and ready before breakfast. However, I didn't dare venture into my trunk to fish out my books, which I had already packed, and so I found myself bored out of my mind as I waited for the train to arrive.

When it finally did, of course, the others weren't ready. Lily had yet to find her sock, which she had somehow lost between the night before and eight that morning, so we were almost late for the train while trying to search for it, only to find it under one of her bed sheets, having had the bed made right on top of it.

The train ride, luckily, was uneventful and I found myself enjoying the company of my friends. When we got to the station I relished in the warm hugs that I received from Ginny, Harry, and the others. Nana Molly, of course, was happy to see me and the first thing she said when she saw all of us kids was that we all looked "peaky" and not to worry because dinner would be waiting for us at home. Merlin bless that wonderful woman.

She had a full ham waiting for all of us when we got there, along with mashed potatoes, corn, asparagus - my favorite no matter how much Scorp hated it - and a side chicken noodle soup for those of us that were still hungry after the main course. Needless to say, I was completely and utterly stuffed by the time that I stopped eating long enough to register that I might have eaten a tad too fast.

All of us went to bed that night with full stomachs and smiles on our faces, and I found for the first time since leaving for Hogwarts that year that the morning after I slept past seven o' clock.

On Christmas morning I woke up to Roxy jumping on my stomach and telling me to wake up. Groaning, I tried to shove her off, but she refused to budge until I was sufficiently woken up and completely unable to get back to sleep even if I tried - which, of course, I did.

Of course we went downstairs soon after, me being far too lazy to even attempt to get out of my pajamas. As we walked downstairs, as tired as I was, even I couldn't keep the grin off of my face as I saw all of the Wotters - plus Lorcan, Lysander, and of course my brother - sitting next to the tree already. All of them had plates of waffles in their laps and mugs of hot cocoa, and as I walked into the room I was greeted with my own plate and mug by Nana.

Within ten minutes I had wolfed down my waffle and was sipping on my cocoa while presents were passed out.

Never once did I stop smiling that day, and I found myself more than once laughing the hardest I had in a long while.

I had several of presents from not only mum and dad, but the Wotters, Scorpius, and even Harry and Ginny. My favorite present was from everyone collectively.

It was a goblin-made, silver locket in the shape of a heart, with a star in the middle and in the middle of that was a diamond-encrusted C. The locket itself was just from my family. When you opened the locket, however, it was charmed so that the pictures inside changed. The first picture was of me and Scorpius, at two and four respectively, with his arm around me and both of us laughing, while the second picture was of mum and dad with us in the same picture from around the same time. Then there were pictures of me growing up, and then finally there were pictures of me and the Wotters from Hogwarts and during the last summer. They assured me that we could also get more pictures added as time went on.

As they showed it to me and explained that the pictures changed, I found myself with tears welling in my eyes. I gave every one of them hugs and thanked all of them, my voice breaking.

Aside from that, I also got a wand holster from Lily that went around my waist like a belt, a bottle of pepper spray from my dad - in blue, one of my favorite colors - a whole bunch of muggle books from Hermione and Ron, a book titled, "How to Teach Yourself to Play Quidditch" from Scorp, who wanted me to try out next year, and a bunch of other things from everyone.

My favorite part about the day, however, happened toward the end. Everyone was eating dinner when Scorpius and Rose walked into the room together, laughing and talking. Now, earlier that morning, Fred, James, Lorcan, and Lysander had put up magical mistletoe up all over the house, and while everyone had been careful to walk through doorways only one at a time (besides the adults - BLECH) apparently those two had forgotten.

Stuck in the doorway, the two looked up almost immediately upon realizing their predicament, and looks of realization crossed their faces at exactly the same time. I couldn't help but giggle at the wide-eyed look that my brother sported.

"Well kiss her already!" I said, laughing. "It's not like you weren't going to anyway!"

Scorp looked at me with a look that could have killed the whole of London. "Oh, shut it," he said once before turning back to Rose and quickly pressing his lips to hers.

Cheers broke out all across the room, as well as catcalls when they didn't immediately pull away, and by the time the two had left the doorway, they were both blushing bright red - quite a sight, with my brother's complexion - and grinning from ear to ear.

That is, until Ron got up from the table, a flabbergasted look on his face, and asked my brother to step outside for a little talk.

I have to admit, I laughed pretty hard at that.

By the end of the day, I had found myself completely tired out, although happy, and by the time Nana's dinner was over, I found myself laying on the couch, my head on Roxy's lap as she ran her fingers through my hair while everyone else was sitting around the room, watching a movie.

I fell asleep with the biggest smile that I had ever worn.

Christmas break, unfortunately, was never meant to last forever and as the weather gradually heated slightly, I found myself unable to go to the Room with the Marauders as I had come accustomed to. In their fifth year, the boys were already having trouble keeping to their studying habits, and thus they spent nearly every second doing so. Our almost-daily Room visits turned into once-ever-other-week visits and before I knew it, it was March.

Spring dawned on me suddenly and I couldn't help but smile the first time that I took Onyx outside with me to play in the grass in front of the castle. The Quidditch games were well attended, since - while neither had made the team - Lily and Roxy dragged me to all of them. Although, to be fair, I didn't exactly object. The very last game was in early May, against Hufflepuff and Slytherin. I don't think that it takes a genius to figure out who won. If I can say one thing about my brother it's that he is good at Quidditch, and Potter was no amateur either.

However, with spring I found a growing worry - a few days after I started letting Onyx out more, I noticed that her belly began growing. I quickly owled my mum to ask what she thought, and after a thorough evaluation via owl, mum came to the conclusion that Onyx was most likely pregnant. At almost two years old, this wasn't exactly an oddity for Onyx to have conceived her first litter.

Unfortunately mum told me in no uncertain terms that I would not be permitted to keep the kittens. I would have to find a home for them. And thus, when Onyx gave birth in mid-May, I had already found homes for all three beautiful kittens. I had determined that the daddy cat was a third year girls' snow-white cat, and the girl absolutely refused to be of any help whatsoever in finding a home for the kittens. Therefor, after looking around for what seemed like forever, I found that my solution to the problem was really closer than I had thought.

Roxy, apparently, loved kittens but her mother hadn't wanted her to have one until she was responsible enough. However, when the kittens were born I noticed that she took an instant liking to the one kitten that was born with pitch black fur except for it's nose and mouth, which had white fur that was comparable to snow. And thus, I owled her mother the week before summer and asked if we could arrange for that kitten to be a birthday present. Thank Merlin that Roxy's mom is as nice as she is.

The other two kittens were, unfortunately, given away soon before school ended, but it made the job of hiding that Roxy's present was on the train with us much easier. After all, it's not easy to hide one kitten, let alone two or three, especially when their mother is constantly looking for them.

Let's just say that the ride home was none too easy. And yet, it was definitely worth it.