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Christmas break was very busy for the entire two and a half families in the Potter Manor. Some of the Weasley kids were coming home, and Lily's family was there, and then Hermione and Harry, who made up the half because, after having the ministry move her family over, they just wanted some time away from magic. Though they had that while in Australia, Hermione was too happy just to have them here and alive.
Harry was still unsure who pushed him in the lake, and so after telling the whole story to various people, he had briefly thought it was Ron who did it, but how could he be sure? Ginny thought it was Ron too, but they didn't really talk about that. They would take long walks around the manor in the snow, end up making a snowman and then have a snow ball fight. Sometimes the rest of the people in the house would come and join them, and they all would sit on the steps and be extraordinarily stupid.
Though the break was three weeks long, this chapter highlights the night before Christmas; Christmas Eve. Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron were all sitting in one of the sitting rooms, the girls gabbing about something that Harry and Ron ignored. They just played wizard chess and ignored them.
"Ginny, I just had a great idea."
"Well, spill it!"
"Why don't we have a New Year's party here at the manor and invite the order and DA members?" Harry and Ron heard this part of the conversation because they had just gotten bored of chess. Ron bust into the conversation suddenly and left Harry all alone for the night. After a while, Harry laid on his couch and fell into a sleep that was probably the most peaceful since his Hogwarts classes.
While Harry was asleep, he had a great dream. A dream of peace and happiness, like his current life, only better. He was alone with Ginny and was just spending time with her. No one was yelling at him or making Ginny mad, but they were alone sitting underneath a tree with blossoms on it. Then, the scene morphed into them walking together barefoot on the beach of some distant lake. It was very nice. Then he was jolted awake.
"Sorry Harry, I was just getting comfortable." Ginny apologized, her head lying on his chest. Harry loved Ginny to much sometimes, if that was possible.
"S'okay. I love you."
"I love you too. 'Night."
After falling asleep with Ginny on his chest, the dream changed into something more on the side of a night mare and it was scaring Harry. You could say that he couldn't become scared anymore with Voldemort dead, but he could with the renegade death eaters and other creatures he most likely didn't know exist. His head still had a price, though it was in the black market. He was in a darkly light room, tied to a chair and his wand was across the room, in the hands of a death eater he couldn't identify due to the big hood that Voldemort once had forced upon them. But the hands looked very feminine, with the brightest pink nails and little skulls on them.
The stranger then took off the hood, and the face was Ginny's. Harry almost started to cry, to just give up and join her for the sake of love, but he knew that more death eaters was going to make a new leader and a new leader is not what the wizarding society needed. Ginny pointed his wand at him, and before she could say anything, cast the death spell or anything along that line, he woke up with a thin sheen of sweat on him. This did not startle Ginny, and for that he was thankful. He never really liked to tell people what his dreams were about if there were people he loved in them.
(Invisible line lives here.)
The next morning, as you all will have guessed, was Christmas morning, and that night was rather rough on Harry's back. Making a mental note to quit sleeping on couches, he rolled out of bed, realizing that Ginny wasn't there. He walked down to the kitchen, not knowing what had taken place that morning.
(Put in another line break…I'm too lazy to.)
Susan Joseph, Lily's mom, was working in the kitchen that morning at some time in the morning that most people were not awake at. She was making the youngest baby some food, because he had not woken up for supper and it was one of the few times she actually got David to sleep. The second oldest child, Megan, was watching him when he was awake during the day because she was learning how to read and write at home, and while she was boiling hot water for some oatmeal, there was a knock at the door. Carefully, Susan opened it.
"Hello?"
"Hi. Susan?" The tall man questioned, and Susan almost immediately knew who it was.
"Dimitri. You do know that our family can't pay the rent for our home, mean while you are off partying and making millions with your muggle electronics. You don't come home and visit, and so the other three children don't know that you exist. I had to pull some strings to get us into a house for the holidays. You need to go far away."
"I didn't take the week off so that I could get kicked out by you. Besides, what if I wanted to meet the other kids? What if I promised that I would send money every month?"
"You already did promise to send money and look where that promise is now. Most of our belongings are at the house that Gringotts now possesses. Chew on that." Susan knew that this was probably hurting Dimitri more than it was hurting her. He always tried to be part of the family and though he was a very busy man, sometimes he actually cared about them.
"It would be much easier to actually admit that I am married to you and so I don't forget or anything along that line. That way I can do work and earn my money and bond with the kids- "Dimitri knew that making this statement was dangerous to his life and everyone else's.
"I have told you many different times why I don't want the kids to be exposed to the spotlight and pressure of being a millionaire's child. Besides, I don't want it to corrupt their school life or anything else."
Everyone had a normal family, except Susan's and that was the one thing that she wanted to fix in her life. Life gave her lemons so she was going to make apple juice and fix the problem. Susan lacked a loving family and was going to make sure that her kids didn't have to feel the abuse that she had gotten. Her childhood was pretty good, but not the best. She had too many siblings above her that beat on her when they got upset. Life was an option in her house it seemed, maybe because once her oldest sister turned 20, both her parents left the house and a single twenty year old to watch and care for everyone.
Dimitri had a simple life, like any other child, but their story really starts when they were young. They both went to Hogwarts together and became best friends, and though they wouldn't talk about what it was like at home, they still talked and had fun together. Then in sixth and seventh year, Dimitri changed into a player, taking every girl possible under his wing. This emotionally and mentally hurt Susan, seeing that she was being replaced with some blonde that was made out of plastic instead of a 100% real person. After graduation, Susan had to go and care for her sick brother in the United States and left England.
Then they didn't meet again until she had come back to England to find some work and to search for her brother that was in trouble. When Susan was unsuccessful in searching in London, she had no money and nowhere to go but the park to go sleep in a tree. Before she got to that tree she was going to sleep in, Dimitri had pulled up beside her and took her to shelter. But the only thing he forgot was who else he had at the place. There were a number of girls, and he was lucky that the girl that he loved, Susan, was even agreeing to come and visit in his house. Being a millionaire gave him the right to do this sort of stuff.
If you had asked the children who their dad was, only Lily would possible remember what he looked like. Maybe even Stephen if they were lucky. Walking to the hallway to give the oatmeal to David, she said in a tone that was partially accepting, how she must have sounded when she was young.
"Fine. Stay. But if you talk to the kids one bit I will personally string you up by your IQ points and feed you to the death eaters." And then she walked away.
(I'm on the right track baby, I was born this way. Hey!)
That morning, also known as Christmas morning, was rather great for harry. Well, after he got up. Sleeping on the couch was not the best thing for him, because then his neck would hurt and then everything would be seen in a miserable point of view. There was much to do that morning, including the art of finding the Christmas tree. The house elves had a tradition in this house to hide the tree and all the presents somewhere and then they all had to find the tree.
"Harry! Get the flying cheesecakes up!" a very loud and bouncy Ginny yelled at the top of her lungs into his ear. The concept of letting him sleep in on Christmas was very much dead. She was already dressed and ready for the day, her hair a mess of frizzes and curls that reflected the madness inside.
"Fine. Give me your hand and help me up." He snapped back, being as inhospitable as possible. Together they then walked to the kitchen to eat breakfast. The smell of bacon was so strong that there was no need for the flower pot in the middle of the table. Even the flower in the flower pot was dying.
"Nice hair Harry." Ron said before erupting into laughter. George must have agreed.
"Very beautiful."
Harry was unsure about what they meant. At least he had his hair still. But why did he care what happened to his hair? Sure it was the glory that he had bared for the last forever, with no intentions of getting rid of it, but really? Did everyone think that he was going to cause a fuss over his hair? The rest of the day was going to be interesting.