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My birthday is in four days! YAY!!! Happy Fourth of July to the American people!
This is NOT a Hermione/Harry fic, like it was first planed. Change of plans…
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As October passed into November and November turned into December, Jefferson found him self wound up in work and finding Christmas presents. He really disliked shopping with a great hate and had to force him self to look around shops for gifts.
He entered a small boutique near the edge of Diagon Alley that sold small angel ornaments that giggle as he passed them. Jefferson was currently trying to (unsuccessfully) find Jill a gift.
Since that incident that happened sometime back, the poor girl hadn't even owled Jeff. Not that he'd tried, of course. He'd send lots of letters, post cards, and everything he could think of, but he never got anything back.
Snape was making daily visits to Jefferson's flat and was teaching spells that were far beyond N.E.W.T level. Most were some long incantations that even Snape couldn't do properly. But it seemed that he (Jefferson) was able to do everything with minimum difficulty. Sometimes the other professors would visit and teach him all kinds of things that they thought would be useful against Voldemort.
Dumbledore had told Jefferson about the prophecy made about him and the two had discussed the subject of killing Voldemort in deep thought. The old headmaster said that his special group called "The Order of the Phoenix" would find news about the Dark Lord's activities and depending on what he was doing, the Order would try to prevent it.
"Is there something the young master would like to buy?" The familiar voice of Movingstreet said from behind.
Jefferson snapped back into reality and turned around hardly showing shock. "Why are you here?" The young man demanded.
Movingstreet chuckled, "For your information, Potter, I work here. I got fired from the Ministry because I was missing too much work."
Jefferson gave a smirk and said, "I'm trying to find a Christmas gift for a--" He paused, carefully choosing his next word. "Auxiliary."
"A what?" The man blinked in confusion.
"I suggest you go back to school then old man." He said and started prowl around the shop looking at the angels on the shelves. The atmosphere of the shop felt rather old and moldy. It seemed that the shop had a nice "homey" feel and Jefferson felt right at home.
He then came by an angel who was sitting next to a boy. The angel was wearing a long white gown and had a halo above its head. It had long flowing blonde hair and looked sad. The boy was the exact opposite from the angel. He had short black hair and looked rather devilish. It wore black clothes and was wrapped in a dark purple coat.
The angel was looking at the boy with what seemed rather…loving eyes, while the boy was ignoring it. Jefferson didn't even notice Movingstreet come behind him and say, "That reminds me of a certain someone…and a young Jill from Hogwarts."
"She doesn't want anything to do with me," He said stubbornly and continued on walking around the shop. "I have nothing to give her!" Jefferson moaned.
"You give me ten galleons and I'll get her a present," Movingstreet replied to the hopeless boy.
Grabbing his money pouch, he handed the man the right amount of gold and left the shop.
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Dear Harry,
It's me mum, and I was wondering if you'd like to have a Christmas party with your closest friends? Since our house is rather big, they can all sleep over on Christmas Eve and then leave on Christmas day after a nice huge celebration. I'm sure Harriet and Harold would love you to spend the holidays with us! Reply soon!
Lots of love,
Mum
Thinking of who to invite, Jefferson felt himself fall onto his crummy couch and think of who to invite. After thinking rather carefully, he came up with the list of:
Movingstreet
Jill
Draco
He had pretty much shopped for presents for all of them and slowly got off the couch and wrote a reply.
----- Christmas Eve
The Potter house was buzzing with excitement. There were lots of guests, just around fifty. Most of them just happened to be Harriet's friends, to Jefferson's disgust. The bunch of hormone-controlled girls followed him around and giggled every time Jefferson would cough.
Jill was there too, but she kept mostly to her self and wouldn't talk to anyone. She did have a small conversation with Lily, and Lily did then come to Jefferson and said, "You really don't know how to handle girls. Are you and Draco Malfoy…comfortable?"
Some of the girls dissolved into fits of giggles while James chocked on some wine he was drinking. Jefferson felt himself turn a brick red. "I'd ask the same thing about a certain Molly Weasley, mum." That earned a slap from a devastated Molly and a bark of laughter from a man named Sirius Black.
Soon it was getting late and everyone was residing into their rooms for the night. Around one in the morning, the only people up were Jill and Jefferson. Both seemed to ignore the other, but would glance at each other when they though the other wasn't looking.
When Jill got up from the couch that was opposite of the couch Jefferson was sitting in, he quickly got up and pinned her to the wall.
The girl's eyes widened and she said softly, "I'll scream if you don't let me go." Shrugging, Jefferson pulled out his wand and muttered the Silencing Charm.
"Look," He said, muttering everything he was saying. "I'm sorry for being rude to you…I-It won't happen again. I was just really shocked…and I wasn't sure how to handle it."
Jill looked away from him and he continued to speak. "I would really like to be friends again…If that's all right with you."
She looked at him in to the eyes and slowly nodded "yes" and gave a small smile.
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The next morning all the guests ran down stairs into the living room and saw that there were a bunch of presents by the huge tree. The tree was decorated with a bunch of ornaments that moved and said loudly, "HAPPY CHRISTMAS!" to whom ever passed them.
"Come on you guys!" An excited Harriet dragged Jefferson and Movingstreet to the small circle that everyone had formed. Draco was nowhere to be seen ("Probably asleep. He doesn't really give a shit about Christmas," Jefferson explained to Jill who was questioning about it).
After opening presents, he found himself with lots of candy, books, and a knitted pair of socks from Jill (who continually apologized about how badly they were made. He's shut her up by putting them on and putting a silencing charm on her again). Plus some rather nice cards from a bunch of girls and an invisibility cloak from his parents.
Harold was complaining about why he didn't get the cloak, but was surprised when he got the Marauder's Map from James, Sirius and a man named Remus Lupin who wasn't at the party because he was said to be ill.
While everyone was enjoying breakfast, Movingstreet popped in and looked terrified. "The Dark Lord is trying to break your protection enchantments! He's got about one hundred Death Eaters with him surrounding the grounds!! We must get everyone out!"
When everyone else ran for the fire place and disappeared to Hogwarts in groups, Jefferson ran to his room and grabbed his wand just in time to duck the door that burst open. He was then face to face with the feared Dark Lord.
"It's about time you die," The man smiled cruelly.
