I do not own Harry Potter.
...***...
I pranced around the empty common room, hollering the lyrics for 'We Wish You a Merry Christmas' at the top of my lungs while my friends opened their gifts. Today was Christmas morning and not a thing in the world could diminish my overly cheery mood. Hermione said I was high on Christmas spirit.
When we woke up this morning I just had a great feeling. I was awake rather early but amazingly Harry and Ron were both already wide awake, tearing open the first boxes of many.
Hermione followed not long after, carrying a mass of gifts from various people in her arms.
"Oi, Mia! Come here and open your gifts!" Harry shouted over my voice. I gave him a confused glance, stopping mid-skip.
"I have gifts?" I asked and darted over. He motioned to a massive pile of boxes, each one wrapped in vibrantly covered paper.
Harry snorted and replied, "Of course! We all got you something you know."
I grinned and reached out to grab the biggest gift of the bunch but stopped suddenly.
"Well, actually I have something for each of you." I laughed and bolted up the stairs, returning with my sketch book.
Over the past week I had been working on a sketch for each person, plus one that I had made magical copies of so each of us, including me, got a copy. I even went to the extent of enchanting them so that they moved just like a wizard picture.
Harry's was a detailed picture of the golden snitch that sped around, flashing in and out of the framed paper.
Ron's was a picture of Hogwarts that had different flashes of weather including rain, snow, a gentle breeze and a rainbow.
Hermione's was a picture of Crookshanks in the midst of playing with a toy mouse and rolling about.
The final picture however was my favourite. It was all four of us in a snowball fight. We were all throwing them at each other and at one point I actually stuff a handful of snow down Hermione's coat. What I liked about it so much was how happy we all were. Smiling, laughing and completely carefree.
"They're not much. I couldn't actually afford to - " I began, handing each one of them their framed sketches.
"Not much? These are incredible!" Ron exclaimed, staring in awe at the pictures. "You drew these yourself?"
I nodded and blushing a brilliant crimson from his praise. I wasn't use to anybody but Harry complimenting me on my art. I never let anybody else ever see them.
"I love it! It's so cute!" Hermione squealed, placing a gentle hand on the glass.
"Same. You must have spent hours on it." Harry murmured and walked over, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek as a show of thanks. With a mischievous smirk I stood up on my toes to brush my lips over his. Even though Harry wasn't necessarily tall he still had a good three inches on me which made me feel even shorter than I already do.
Hermione and Ron groaned, looking away from out display of affection. I surprised my loud bark of laughter, managing to turn it into only a small giggle.
They still weren't use to us being a couple, even though it's been almost two months now. Harry and I have grown closer, even though we barely kiss each other or anything of that sort. We hold hands a lot, but it's more the fact of sharing each other's presence that brings us happiness.
Just like we've grown closer Harry and I also learnt that we frequently. Not major stuff. Often just small disagreements that we laugh about later.
Even so Harry, Ron and Hermione are the only three people gutsy enough to lose their temper with me.
Most people are absolutely convinced that they're going to get blown into a freaking wall if they get mad at me or anything.
Those three know that I rarely ever actually use my power, no matter how mad I get. It mainly happens if I'm scared or if they somehow remind me of my dad like Harry did when he found out about Black.
Hermione ran a hand over her frame, admiring the detailed carvings in it.
"This frame is lovely. I really like it." She grinned at me.
"Thanks. Dumbledore actually gave me the money for it." I said and smiled sheepishly, thinking back to that day a week ago.
...***...
I sprinted through the halls, fretting over the amount of trouble I'm going to be in when I get to class. I had been so busy trying to complete my essay I completely forgot about the actual class I had to attend.
Snape had decided to assign us a stupid two foot long essay on werewolves. Hermione and I both knew that Remus was one, but nobody else did.
Personally I had a feeling Snape was trying to change that and get Remus fired. Stupid jerk.
"Oof!" I exclaimed as I landed on my butt. I had been so consumed with my thoughts that I hadn't even been watching out in case I ran into somebody.
"Oh, hello there Mia. In a bit of a rush I see?" Dumbledore smiled, an amused smile on his face. I blushed and stood up, trying to pick up all my scattered papers.
"Sorry sir! I'm sort of late." I apologized and brushed my robes off, preparing to sprint off again.
"It's alright." He smiled and held up the picture I had drawn for Hermione. "This is really very good. Did you draw this yourself?"
I gave a small nod before turning my gaze to the ground.
"Yeah. I drew a different picture for Harry, Ron and Hermione each for Christmas. I was hoping to frame them as well but.." I trailed off, knowing Dumbledore understood.
"Frames would do these well." He murmured as he looked over his half-moon spectacles at the picture. "I think I can help you out with that."
Raising an eyebrow at him I saw a cheerful glint in his eyes.
"What do you mean?" I inquired, taking the picture as he held it out to me.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a handful of golden coins and handing them to me. "That should cover the frames."
"T-thank you sir! Wow." I murmured as I counted the amount he gave me. Thirty galleons. Much more than I need!
"You're very welcome. Now run along! You're already late." He chided and skipped away. Literally. He really is mad.
...***...
"Now open your gifts! I can't wait to see if you like them!" Harry smiled and grabbed me hand, leading me over to the untouched pile sitting by the crackling fire.
I grinned and sat down, easily ripping open the thin packaging to reveal an ornate book.
It was made of leather and had a charmed lock so that only I could open it by pressing my thumb to it. My guess was that it was a journal because of the lock. I gasped when the word happy appeared on the cover in curly gold letters.
"Oh my gosh! I love it Hermione!" I gushed and hugged the book tightly to my chest. Harry and Ron both laughed while Hermione blushed, becoming suddenly interested in a loose plank on the floor.
"Mine next!" Ron exclaimed, shoving another gift into my hand. This time it was a small box about the size of my palm.
I giggled and opened the box to reveal a small silver sun charm safely wrapped in paper. Looking up I raised an eyebrow, looking between Harry and Ron.
Ron gave Hermione a slight nudge and she jumped slightly. He gave her a look and she jumped slightly as if remembering something she forgot.
"Just a second!" She ran up to her room, returning quickly with another charm grasped in her hand. "Here." She handed me a bracelet chain along with a moon charm.
That just confused me further.
Harry gave me a smug smirk before handing me another small box that contained not only another charm, but a watch as well. The watch was also silver with a sun and moon drawn on the watch head.
"Okay, I am now completely confused." I admitted, looking around at all my friends - and boyfriend - faces. Harry handed me a small piece of paper that explained.
His and Her Gift: Watch and Bracelet
The his and her watch and bracelet are the perfect gift for a blooming couple.
The heart charm on the bracelet and the watch are charmed so that when pressed, the wearers are transported to each other.
I looked up from the paper and awe'd, encasing Harry in a tight embrace.
"You the best." I whispered into his shoulder and he blushed slightly. "You're so cute when you blush." I smirked and pinched his cheek lightly, causing him to blush even more.
Hermione smirked and walked over, pinching Harry on the cheek as well. We both giggled and Ron eventually joined in while Harry just sat there and pouted sitting with his legs crossed in front of him.
"Let's test this out." Harry grabbed his watch and I put all the charms on and pressed the heart. In a split second I landed in Harry's lap softly. "I quiet like this." With a smirk I put my arms around Harry's neck and planted a kiss square on his lips.
Ron and Hermione both groaned but smiled all the same. I can't remember a happier day.
...***...
"Come on Mia," Harry said and rolled his eyes, grabbing my wrist and dragging me out of the common room, "it's time for lunch! We already skipped breakfast."
I glared at him playfully and stomped my foot like a five year old.
"No! I don't want to go yet!" I whined and Ron and Hermione smirked, watching Harry try and deal with me. Most of the time he was the only one that could get me to leave the common room. "I have an idea!" Harry groaned and shook his head.
"How do I deal with you?" He muttered to himself.
"You love me!" I sang and pranced up to him, pecking his cheek lightly. I was in a good mood, and when I'm in a good mood I kiss him more often. "Just go to the hall and when you get there I can transport there!" I said gleefully.
He frowned, not liking the idea already. "What if you land on my lap again?"
I gave him a mischievous smirk and wink. That was part of the plan after all!
"Then there's another upside to these things. Me constantly getting to land in your lap." I waggled my eyebrow at him suggestively. He shook his head and walked out, leaving me behind.
He muttered something along the lines of 'horny teenage girl' before closing the portrait behind himself.
Ron and Hermione both snorted with amusement before following after him.
I always win!
After waiting for five minutes I thought it was suitable for me to pop in, so I pressed the heart button and, again, landed softly in Harry's lap.
The room was just lovely! There was a massive tree, it was so big that the tip of it brushed the roof and the singing angel was placed just below the roof. There was fake snow gracefully floating down from the enchanted ceiling. The snow never melted but rather disappeared after about a minute.
Blue and white streamers were strewn all across the room, intertwined among each other. The normal yellow-orange candles that floated above them were replaced with beautiful dove white candles with small blue flames licking the ends.
Gasps traveled around the table when I landed and I glanced around, noticing we were at the professor's table. Luckily Harry wasn't sitting beside a professor. To his right was Hermione and he saved me a seat right beside him on the other side.
Harry and I looked at each other and exchanged loving glances, Dumbledore, McGonagall and Remus all smiling at us warmly. Almost as if they could sense how we felt about each other.
After about a minutes I hopped off his lap and sat down beside him.
"Glad you joined us Mia. Quiet an entrance, might I add." He smiled and winked at me, causing me to blush. Damn me and my girlish reactions! "Since we're so few today I decided that we should all sit together instead of at separate tables. Now, let's begin!"
Food suddenly appeared on the golden plates. There was everything you could ever imagine!
Turkey, mashed potatoes, carrots that were steamed to perfection and even rich gravy that tasted good on everything. I piled my plate high and turned to Fred, George and Ginny.
"So, where were you three this morning?" I asked them, referring to the fact that they weren't there this morning to open gifts.
"Well, we spent this morning - "
"With our wonderful friends - "
"In Ravenclaw - "
"And Hufflepuff." They answered in sync, a habit that they've developed. It's confusing at first but you get use to it. Ginny nodded in agreement and gave me an odd stare.
Probably pranking the poor saps. I looked around though, noticing that both the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students were girls. Raising an eyebrow both girls blushed but hid their faces with their hair.
Wow... poor girls. Desperate girls. Snogging Fred and George.
I rolled my eyes and continued on with my meal.
Suddenly Professor Trelawney burst into the Great Hall, being rather dramatic about the whole thing.
"I apologize Dumbledore," She said sounding as if out of breath, "I was rather nervous about coming. Had a bad feeling today you know." She frowned and approached the table. McGonagall snorted, laughing at Trelawney. I smirked but continued to look down at my plate of food.
"It's alright Sybill. Why don't you take a seat?" He asked politely and she smiled, about to take a seat. Suddenly she jumped back and gasped, laying it on thick. Her and the dramatics.
"I can't sit! If I do there will be thirteen people here! The first one to get up will die!" She exclaimed and pointed a bony finger at her empty seat.
The four Weasleys all gasped, taking her seriously. I heard McGonagall snort again and let out a loud burst of laughter, unable to hold it in. Hermione too allowed herself to chuckle lightly. The both of them were rather convinced that she was a fraud. I wasn't completely sure, but hey, if she could prove it then good for her.
The rest of the meal went by rather quickly. By the end of it McGonagall had become partially drunk, swaying slightly in her seat and laughing heartily at a rather pathetic joke Hagrid made.
I grabbed Harry's hand, entwining my fingers with his own and leant my head on his shoulder. As I did I couldn't help but notice the wave of smiles from McGonagall, despite her being drunk, Dumbledore, Remus and even Hagrid.
To be honest I was mainly wondering what was going through their minds. It was almost as if they were sharing a secret moment or something of the sort with each other about Harry and me. Not that it bugged me, I was just curious.
These were the moments I liked best with Harry. Where I could just enjoy being with Harry in peace. The worst thing was all the teasing it got from the Slytherins. Us dating was just another excuse for them to mock us, likely jealous of our happiness.
"I'm feeling rather tired. I woke up rather early this morning." I told Harry as a yawn escaped my lips. "I'm going to head off to the common room to take a nap." He nodded and gave me hand a squeeze as I stood up, stretching my arms above my head.
Trelawney suddenly let out a scared squeak and I jumped, startled.
"Y-you were the first one to leave! You're going to die!" She announced, her eyes widening at me.
"Honestly Sybill. The only way she's going to die is if a chainsaw murderer is waiting at the entrance to jump her." McGonagall scoffed and waved a dismissive hand at her proclamation. Even Dumbledore laughed at the comment and I rolled my eyes, walking straight to the common room.
...***...
Tentatively I knocked on the door, awaiting an answer from my Headmaster.
"Come in Mia, I've been expecting you actually." Dumbledore said. I opened the door and stepped in, smiling at the large office.
"Hello Sir. I need to talk to you about something I heard." I said and walked up to the desk, taking the seat in front of his desk.
He raised an eyebrow, giving me an expectant look.
"Could you explain to me what an Aura Holder is?" I asked in my usual blunt fashion. Let's just say I wasn't exactly one to beat around the bush when I wanted to know something.
"I was wondering when you may ask about this." He sighed and leant back further into his chair, his eyes containing that usual twinkle of amusement and childish joy. "An Aura Holder is a common name of somebody with your gift, The Aura." He smiled and folded his hands together.
I nodded, hoping for more information. I had already guessed this part of it but I wanted to know why I was left 3 million galleons by the previous one.
"I kind of figured that. What I more want to know is why I was left 3 million galleons by the previous one and was never told about this." I frowned and noticed his smile falter slightly.
"You need to understand Mia that we wanted to just wait for you to figure it out yourself. How you discovered what the previous Aura Holder left you though I do not know." He sighed.
Honestly, what was so important about Aura Holders? I mean, I know that we're rare and strong and everything, but come on!
I heaved a deep sigh and stared at him intently, trying to read his face. "I noticed you avoiding my question."
"An old man can try." He chuckled before suddenly turning serious again. "We didn't want to tell you because we weren't sure whether or not you were ready for that much responsibility. No matter what you do or say you still are a thirteen year old girl."
"Yes, but that doesn't make me irresponsible! I also was curious on why Aura Holders are so important? I know we're strong and rare and all of that, but..." I sighed. Thinking back, I wasn't asking completely. I had remembered what Remus said.
That Voldemort had his sights set on me and what he wanted to use me for. And I wanted to know why.
"Because ofthose two reasons. You're valuable. Thankfully the majority of the world doesn't even know you exist. If it ever does get out though, you will never be safe no matter where you are." He said. I blinked, trying to let it all sink in.
This year was one hell of a year so far.
...***...
Just After Lunch.
Minerva, Dumbledore, Remus and Hagrid.
Third Person.
The four professors conversed, all of their minds flickering back to the events of lunch.
Minerva sighed happily, allowing herself to sink lower in her chair and her shoulders to slouch. They were all in the headmaster's office enjoying the peaceful Christmas day.
"Was I the only one that noticed the way Harry and Mia looked at each other?" Remus finally asked thinking fondly of a memory where the two of them holding hands as they walked down the hallways.
"No, you're not." Dumbledore smiled. Minerva and Hagrid both murmured agreement.
"The way they looked at each other. Even though they've only been dating for a short time, they still look at each other so lovingly, almost as if they share some connection that none of us know about. Just like Lily and James did." Minerva said dreamily, remembering the young couple who were so much in love.
"Yes." Remus said, the same dreamy tone entering his voice.
Hagrid smiled, small tears falling from his big black eyes. "I can remembr th two o em. Such a per'ect couple. Ne'er seen two pe'el so in love." He sniffled, grabbing a tablecloth-sized hanky from his pocket.
"That they were. I see so much of both Lily and James in Harry, just as much as I see so much of Sahra in Mia." Dumbledore said sadly, and the room was engulfed in a thick silence.
Sahra, Mia's mother. They share the same eyes, hair and overall facial look. The only thing Mia gained from her father was her thin and short frame.
She also gained her mother's heart and cheery out look of the world.
...***...
It was so cold. I felt so alone and sad. Like I could never again feel cheery or anything.
I had that dream, the one I had the day we took the train to Hogwarts.
With the man that had black hair, Harry and I.
The dementors had shown up and began sucking our souls and every happy memory that existed in the depths of our minds.
Stumbling slightly I made my way downstairs and collapsed onto the couch, silent sobs racking my body. The tears poured down my face steadily, the coldness and fear wrapping around me and chaining my heart.
It was sudden, but I heard somebody tentatively stepping down the stairs and running over. The person wrapped their arms around me and I buried my face in their chest, feeling warmth coursing through my veins.
"Harry." I sniffled, hating how weak my voice sounded.
"Yeah?" He asked automatically. He sounded desperate, willing to do anything to make me happy.
"H-how did you know I was down here?" I asked, finally lifting my face from his chest and staring into his brilliant emerald eyes.
He looked rather thoughtful for a second. It was as if he too wasn't exactly sure. "I felt your sadness in a way. Something inside me knew there was something wrong I guess." He shrugged and looked at my face.
With a frown he wiped the tears from my eyes and placed a gentle hand on my cheek. The worst thing when he was comforting me was having to see me cry. I could tell that it hurt him. He just hated seeing me in pain, as do I when I find myself comforting him after a nightmare.
"Please Mia, tell me what's wrong?" He pleaded, his eyes searching my saddened face for an answer.
"In my nightmare, I saw dementors sucking your soul out. Yours, mine and somebody else. I don't know who though." I sighed and shook my head, describing the man to Harry.
"That sort of sounds like Snape." I thought about it for a second before feeling my heart sink.
He was right. Greasy long black hair, sickly pale skin - I could tell from his hands - and dark black robes.
"What could that mean?" I asked myself, speaking my thoughts aloud. Harry gazed into the fire just as he does whenever he's deep in thought.
"I really don't know, but I have a feeling that it's not good." He sighed and placed his head in the crook of my neck, snaking an arm around my waist.
"Yeah. I still wonder how you could know that I was down here and crying." I murmured, my mind making the connection though.
It could be the beginning of that mental connection the book mentioned. If it is, then that means Harry loves me back. That single thought alone made my heart soar with joy.
He loves me! Just the same as I love him. All I can hope though is that the love lasts.
…***…
A/N:
AM I THE ONLY PERSON THAT THINKS THEY ARE THE CUTEST COUPLE EVER?
No? didn't think so.
So as I promised, their relationship is growing really fast! It's not ultra love yet, but just you wait, it goes up and up and up and up until BOOM!
Your not gonna get told what the boom is ;D
So I hoped you all liked it, because I know I LOVED this chapter. Just so adowable!
Thanks guys for spending your time reading my wickedly amazingly awesome fan fic!
Big ego ftw!
Rose xx
