I had gone to visit with Sirius – who had just finished wrapping up the broom – and he told me he had already worked out a way to place it inside Gryffindor common room. He wouldn't tell me, though. So I went back to my dormitory to put any remaining stuff inside my bags.

The next morning we all woke up early, to my distaste, to get on the train back to King's Cross.

I can't remember much of it except I was so tired that the moment Becky, Marcus and I found a compartment I made myself comfortable and fell asleep.

Later on, I opened my eyes wondering where I was. When I looked out the window at the snowy outdoors and remembered, but was surprised to find that I'd been leaning against Marcus and that he had an arm draped around me. We were alone in the compartment, and Becky wasn't there to pry him away from me.

Rubbing my eyes, and trying to pretend like that wasn't at all embarassing, I asked, "What time is it?"

Marcus smirked, "Noon."

"Huh..." I said softly, still trying to wake up, "Really?.. I can't believe I slept that long."

"Well, believe it," he said with a small laugh.

I looked around, "Where's Becky?"

I felt him shrug his shoulders, "She just said that she had something to do and to not do anything to you, because if she notices anything wrong when she gets back she swears she's going to kill me."

I laughed, "I suppose you bore her because she dares not make fun of you." It's really weird though, first she was okay with him and suddenly she's trying everything to push him away from me. What is going on?

With a chuckle, he leaned his head on top of mine and said nothing.

The silence was more comfortable than anything, I was still slightly tired so I felt my eyelids close halfway. I looked to the compartment door, and no sooner did I see someone bolt away than Becky burst in. Putting her hands on her hips, she said, "Well, now that you're awake sleepyhead, you can get up off of Marcus."

I laughed and slowly sat up, "I didn't realize how I'd fallen asleep until I woke up."

Becky rolled her eyes and turned to Marcus, "Draco would like to speak with you before the train reaches King's Cross. So go now before the time passes by too quickly and he has no time to speak to you."

Marcus raised an eyebrow at her, "Did he say what for?"

"No," Becky said frustratedly. "Now get on out and see what he wants. Go on."

Marcus stood up and gave Becky a small smirk, sidling his way out of the compartment.

Sitting down across from me, after giving a glare at Marcus as he made his way down the hall, she looked at me with a strange expression on her face. "Are you falling for Marcus or something? I thought sure that once you woke up, you'd move as far as possible away from him."

I thought reflectively on that. Am I? "I never really thought about it actually... it's just I'm still exhausted and, you know, he was comfortable... why are you changing your mind about him, anyway?"

"What makes you say I'm changing my mind about anything?"

I nodded. "One moment you're going '*gasp* he could adopt you' and the next you're going 'maybe we should make amends with Draco instead of continuing a friendship with Marcus.'"

"Oh…" she responded as though she got caught in a lie. "Well, I guess I'm just a little confused."

"About Marcus? He's been more than accomadating to both of us –"

"No, it's something else.. you – you wouldn't understand..."

I looked at her in confusion, raising an eyebrow I said, "What wouldn't I understand?"

"How long do you think Marcus will take with Draco?" The change in subject couldn't have been more obvious.

I sighed, exasperated. I'll just let it go, then. "How am I to know if I don't know what Draco's talking to him about?"

Becky shrugged wordlessly.

"I have a feeling you do know what they're talking about... you're just not telling me."

"I would never!" Becky said with fake shock.

Grumbling to myself, I looked out the window at the day passing by.

Marcus' dad, mom, and grandfather were very excited about having us there. They were really great hosts and tended to our needs at the best of their ability, making sure Becky and I were enjoying ourselves.

On Christmas day, we were awoken with sharp jolts by Marcus.

"What, are you trying to kill us?" Becky asked grumpily.

He laughed, "It's Christmas, don't you know?"

"What time is it?" I asked, groggily sitting up and pushing off the blankets.

"Oh, seven or eight in the morning. There're also presents under the tree for you two." Marcus said, jumping up and pulling me along with him. Becky had to scramble to her feet and catch up with us.

All three of us in our pajamas, rushing down the stairs, made me feel like I was a little girl again. In the Ollivander house, we never got a Christmas tree like Marcus' family did. I'd only ever had a tree when in American with Jim and my mom.

Once there, we sat down to open the presents. Marcus got a broom care kit from his parents and instantly ran up to his room to get his broom. Becky got a letter from her parents, as well as a watch and some jewelry. My mom sent me a letter and a book called Jiggery Pokery and Hocus Pocus.

The letter said:

Happy Christmas Melody,

I know you're probably thinking 'another book?' I thought you'd like these two as well. Yes, two. The Invisible Book of Invisibility is in there, too. The manager at Flourish and Blotts found some of them the day I went in to get you some presents and I bought it. Very expensive, but I know it'll be worth it for you as long as you don't lose it (I almost did a couple times thanks to Gerald.)

I haven't been able to think of telling you about your new baby brother, he keeps me up all night. His name is Blake Gilderoy Lockhart, and I can't wait for you to come home this summer to see him.

Love and kisses,

Your mother, Orele Ollivander

"What's up? You're smiling uncontrollably." Becky said. "Is it the book?"

"Not about the book, although I do apparently have an invisible book in here too... my mom had a baby boy – I had forgotten all about when she was supposed to have him..." I said.

"Well, you've had a lot on your mind. What's his name?" she asked excitedly.

"Oh, you're going to love his name." I said with a small smile. "Blake Gilderoy Lockhart."

"Did I just hear you say Gilderoy Lockhart?" Marcus asked, coming in with his broom as Becky gave a gasp of happiness. "And with a smile on your face! Oh, the shame."

Becky frowned at him, "Don't you know that Lockhart is Melody's stepfather?"

"He's not my stepdad!" I snapped. "Just because he and mom were talking about getting married, doesn't mean I was ever going to consider him my family."

His mouth dropped open, "No way! How's he doing now?"

I shrugged, "Fine, I guess. He'll be in St. Mungo's for the rest of his life, thank the heavens for me. He was so annoying, I can't even imagine how he must be without his memory. My mom is the only one to go visit him."

He smiled, "So you don't like him?"

I vigorously shook my head, "Becky, here, is the one who fancies him."

"Then why were you –"

"She has a baby brother because of him!" Becky shouted, unable to contain her excitement. She didn't care what Marcus thought of her.

I laughed, "My mom named him Blake Gilderoy Lockhart. I don't know why she would want any of his name, though. I feel like he'll be shunned for having that name in the future. She should've done Ollivander instead – and without Gilderoy, too."

"Ah, they won't remember Lockhart by then... and besides, you don't have Ollivander as a last name either."

"No, but I suppose it's to keep my dad's memory alive." I said, almost cringing at the thought.

After dinner that night, Becky and I went upstairs to bed. I closed my door behind me, bidding good night to Becky, and sat down on my bed. The two books were on the desk next to me, and I picked up the invisible book. This is going to be a hassle to keep up with…

I opened it up and found out two things: One, was it was upside-down; and two, was I had opened it to the back of the book. That was going to be a problem with this one, unless I could put a large bookmark in it so I don't ever lose sight of where it is or where my page was.

Fixing it, I started to read it when I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," I said.

Marcus came in, closing the door behind him and looked at me. His confusion was oh too clear, "Why do you have your hands like that."

Oh, I thought, I have a book in my hand but it looks like I hold nothing. Ugh, how embarrassing.

"Sorry, it's the Invisible Book of Invisibility." I said, placing it on top of Jiggery Pokery and Hocus Pocus. "And now I'm free."

He chuckled.

"So, what's up?" I asked curiously.

He went over to the window and beckoned me over, a smile on his face.

I walked over and stood next to him. It was snowing madly outside... but it was really beautiful. The naturality of it, the way the flakes glittered against the dark background of the clouded night sky. "Wow," I breathed, mostly to myself. I started to search the sky for any stars possibly peaking through gaps in the clouds.

It surprised me to feel a pair arms snake around me and turn me toward Marcus. Had we ever been this close face to face? It seemed as though he had the brightest stars in both of his grey eyes, and his face was so close I felt his warm breath flit across my face. Looking up above us, mistletoe hung from the ceiling. I smiled at the irony, knowing that he must have put it there. I looked back at Marcus just in time for him to bend down and kiss me deeply on the lips. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck.