A few years later.

Harry slid in to the first available seat at the bar, smiling as Hannah placed a mug of hot butterbear in front of him. It was a winter to remember in Britain and currently London felt more like Hogwarts.

Ginny and the children were already at George and Angelina's island, basking in the sun and lazing by the shore. He was waiting for Teddy to arrive back from school and working, before heading to the island for the Christmas hols.

Hannah smiled as she rang up a customer, then placing a large slice of treacle tart in front of him; she sat down beside him on an empty stool. "So Harry are you done with your shopping?"

Harry nodded his mouth too full of the delicious tart to say anything. "I suppose your waiting for the time to pick up Teddy aren't you?"

Swallowing, Harry answered with a nod and a question for her. "Neville going to get to spend the hols here?"

The smile on Hannah's face said it all. "I hope I get to see him while he's here!" she chuckled, "That Galen manuscript of his keeps him busy most days."

"Fleur was telling me that St. Mungo's were very excited about some of the potions they have come up with using Neville's research, and Teddy wrote that Neville had a visitor from Greece a few weeks back that brought additional plants for the Hogwart's greenhouses."

Just then the door opened and blew in a large group, Harry and Hannah had no more time to talk.

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Neville banked the magical fire in the greenhouse, Minerva had assigned a 7th year, who would be staying at the castle during the holidays, to tend to the plants and keep the warming spells in place.

Tucking two cuttings in to his coat pocket he closed and latched the door behind himself. Tonight was the end of term dinner and tomorrow he would ride the express back to Hannah.

He had just enough time to take the poinsettia to Hagrid's hut. At the hut he was greeted by the delicious smell of baked goods, combined with pine boughs. Teddy, Victoire and their gang of friends had adopted Hagrid and done themselves proud decorating and laying in food for the large loveable gamekeeper and his brother Gwarp.

The addition that Hagrid had added to house his giant half brother was the most festively decorated part of the hut. It had a majestic tree and a huge stocking that hung from nearly the ceiling to the floor.

Victoire, with the help of her grandmother and aunts, had knitted Gwarp his own Christmas stocking, and a matching, smaller one for Hagrid. Hidden up at the castle was the collection of toys the boys and girls of Hogwarts had been making for the gentle giant.

After a pleasant half an hour with his friend they left Gwarp eating his own supper and headed up to the castle for the feast.

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AN sorry for the delay and sorry for how short it is, but I do have a few ideas perking around so hopefully the next one will be soon.