When I wake up on Christmas, excitement blooms in my chest. Straight away I'm at the foot of my bed ripping open gifts – Jacky slumps out of bed minutes later groaning about how it's too early even for Christmas.

"Too early for Christmas?" I exclaim, "Never!" Jacky laughs and rouses everyone else till we're all groaning and rubbing our eyes. But everyone's sleepiness soon disappears as they see the presents at the end of their bed. We're all scrambling through our gifts, and I'm giddy with happiness. Christmas is my favourite holiday, I look outside the window and see fluffy, white snow falling onto the grounds. The lake was frozen and shimmered as the morning light shined on it.

"What did you get?" Aubrey asks, excitement tainting her voice. I look at the pile of presents I've unwrapped and begin to list them.

"Let's see, a Malfoy Manor Snow globe from Narcissa, so I can always be reminded of home. A jar of Lemon Drops from Lucius, because they're my favourites. A Charm Bracelet from Harry, which is gorgeous, a novel from Hermione, what else would she give? A potions guide from Emma and Snape. A packet of Bertie Botts, Chocolate Frogs and Liquorice Wands from Ron and Pippa. I also have a photograph of my parents from Theo, and lucky last a fake wand from Fred and George. Ooh! There's two more presents left, I didn't see them!" I say, gesturing to the other wrapped presents. Aubrey picks up the snow globe, examining it as I open the second last gift.

"Wait those aren't your last gifts, I still have some to give!" Delphini suddenly shouts, she passes me a present wrapped in green whilst passing gifts to the others as well.

"And ours!" Echoes the rest of my friends, I laugh as we trade presents, but my eyes are drawn back to the other gift; the one from Dominic. It was a funny little book, locked with an ordinary muggle lock, but I didn't have the key. Adding it to my collection I also add, the photo book from Jacky of all our friends, the new Satchel from Delphini, the Slytherin scarf from Alexia, the cute black jumper from Aubrey and the Weasley Christmas Sweater and fudge from the Weasley's.

"Thanks, you guys" I say as I neatly place my presents at the bottom of my bed. We have a group hug while Pansy grumbles on her bed, clutching a Christmas present, I glare at her nastily when my eyes catch on the letter attached to the gift she was cradling. I'd notice that handwriting anywhere.

Draco Malfoy had a huge smile on his face, he was holding a present addressed to me and had his other arm slung around Loki's shoulder who was having a thumb war with Daniel, who was holding another present while Loki balanced a gift on his head. Each of their smiles were soon wiped off their faces as I came stomping down the stairs.

"DRACO MALFOY! Once I'm done with you, you're going to wish you did go home for Christmas." I snarl, Draco takes two steps backwards in surprise.

"Merry Christmas to you too, Wendy." He says weakly, I take another few threatening steps towards him until I'm clutching his shirt, my fist shaking in anger.

"How. Could. You. You know what? I don't care. Merry Christmas. Here's your present." I snap, shoving his gift into his arms and stalking away, I was too annoyed to argue.

"Wait! Wendy, please, at least let me give you your gift." Draco begs, I stop, and he runs into me. I twirl on my foot and face him. His eyes look down into mine and I feel myself breaking, I can't stay mad at him. He gives me the present he was holding, his lips slightly parted as I accept it and open it. My heart seems to do an aerial. It was a notebook, but not one of those bad quality ones a really good, drawing pad one, and on each page was a drawing of us and our friends, or just us or just me. There was just plain sketches but also watercolours and paintings, tears threatened to spill from my eyes.

"You're forgiven." I say simply and hug him. Together as a group of friends we walk to breakfast.

"What did I do in the first place?" Draco asks, his lips brushing her ear as he whispers it, I tell him the whole issue with Pansy and her clutching his letter.

"But I know you didn't mean to hurt my feelings." I finish reassuringly, he smiles and hugs me to his chest. We sit down, side by side, grabbing pancakes and drizzling maple syrup over them till they drown.

"That's enough syrup if you ask me!" The familiar voice of Harry exclaims, as he squishes between Draco and Me, Draco glowers at him but I just smile.

"Merry Christmas Harry!" I cheer, flicking my wand to make his present appear in his lap. Ron and Hermione wonder over squeezing into the gap between me and another group of Slytherins.

"Where's our gifts Wendy?" Ron gurgles, his eyes glancing at the present in Harry's hands while Hermione wishes me a Merry Christmas and then glowers at Ron.

"Rude, much?" She snorts, smacking him with the book she was holding, he rubs his head.

"That hurt Hermione!" Ron complains. I flick my wand once more and deliver their presents, Ron hungrily ripping into his.

"Calm down Ron!" I squeal as a piece of wrapping paper flies into my face. He holds up his gift in awe, it was a Gryffindor beanie, an enchanted Snow globe to picture him, Harry, Hermione and myself outside of Hogwarts and a Chocolate Frog card holder.

"Woah! Thanks Wendy!" Is all he can say as I smirk smugly. Draco raises an eyebrow as if to say, 'Where's my present?'. I answer him with one last swish of my wand and his present appears just as Harry and Hermione manage to open theirs.

"Wait, this pin and this scarf changes colours and quotes to brighten how I'm feeling based on my heartbeat? That's cool!" Says Harry as he wraps his colour changing scarf around his neck and pins his pin on his chest.

"Enchanted and made by me, myself and I." I boast proudly, Hermione meanwhile has her head stuck in the book I got her and is chewing on the peppermint flavoured 'wisdom chews'.

"This book is so creative, the storytelling is just – ugh, SOOO good!" She groans, flipping through the pages, I have to hold back a giggle. Draco reveals his present, his eyes precisely focused on it.

"Do you like it?" I whisper timidly, Draco just stares, as he opens the wooden box, carved with drawings by me and painted with the colours of the rainbow. The story begins to be told, the pieces of paper floating up and folding to create little people, places and things. Little sparks like fireworks explode in rainbows around the fairy-tale.

"I love it." He whispers back. My heart blooms like a rose and I smile warmly at him.

"Thanks." I say shyly, but I don't know why I'm shy. This is Draco I'm talking to, what's there to be shy about? We hug and I can feel everyone's eyes staring at us like laser's cutting into skin. We pull away and begin to eat the pancakes, letting our mouths water from the sweet flavours. Basically, Christmas was amazing and when dinner came around, I was exhausted from having snowball fights all day. We (my friends and I) skipped into the hall gushing on how amazing the festivity might be, my hair was still a little damp, but I was wrapped from top to bottom in cosy jumpers and pants. The feast was no disappointment, food of luscious sorts decorating the tables and Christmas trees were everywhere, along with wizard crackers which could be heard booming all across the hall. I was grinning so much my face started to hurt. The festive seemed to go forever, but finally everyone was full and tired and we stumbled our way to bed; singing, dancing, laughing and tripping flat on our faces – this was the most fun I'd had in ages.

"Night." I mumbled as we entered the common room, but instead of walking to my bed I fell over onto the floor groaning, making all my friends watching laugh their little hearts off. Finally, we made our way to bed and slept soundlessly till morning.

"Wendy," A voice said, I groaned and mumbled something rude, still the voice was persistent. "Wendy!"

"No!" I whined as they tried shaking me awake, I even tried growling at them and baring my fangs like a dog, but they were more persistent still, so when that didn't work, I tried hissing like a cat. That didn't work either.

"Wendy Nott!" Someone shouted angrily and I opened my eyes a little, someone's brown hair was tickling my nose. Hermione was stooped over me, clicking her tongue impatiently.

"Good morning." I stammered, embarrassed of my acts as I open my eyes completely and take in the scene.

"Harry, Ron and I need to talk to you." She says all business and no 'morning Wendy, hope you slept well', I groan and roll, quite literally, out of bed, landing with a thump. I'm dragged outside where Harry and Ron stand by the bookshelf glaring at a very angry Draco in pyjamas. I have many questions.

"Um, OK." I stutter as she starts to walk determinedly out of the room, Harry and Ron soon scampering after.

"Good morning Wendy, did you sleep well?" Harry whispers into my ear, I nod as we continue walking until we find an empty classroom. Hermione props herself onto a desk and crosses her legs. Harry and Ron pull up chairs.

"If you're wondering why you're here it's because bloody 'Mione over here thought you deserved an explanation." Ron rumbles gesturing wildly at Hermione who just sticks up her nose, in ignorance to his accusations.

"Since when were you three, buddy-buddies?" I ask and they finally begin their explanations as the suspense was killing me (not literally – but still).

"Well long story short we saved Hermione from the troll which made us best friends. But that's not the only explanation we're telling you." Harry explains.

"You see we found some things out about you know the death of Isabella," Hermione hisses, glancing at Harry. "As you know her death was so sudden therefore, I wanted to look into it, to find out what really happened – was this a set up murder, a suicide? Or maybe a werewolf attack." My heart was pounding by now as Dominic swarmed my mind – but it didn't add up, she died two weeks ago and Dominic became a wolf the night before I found out, so the dates were different. But maybe someone was lying, a bead of sweat trails down my neck.

"It wasn't a suicide, we looked into that first." Ron adds, my heart beating so fast I feared it could be heard from across the world.

"Then we thought it could be a murder committed by a werewolf," Harry continues. "We had after all found out that werewolves had been attacking near Hogwarts. But the more we researched the less it seemed likely, so we almost gave up on that idea. Until we researched into werewolf attacks without any murder implication and found out about a freshly bitten werewolf who goes by the name of…"

"Dominic Invisiwood." The trio says, and my heart seems to stop and shatter. Who was lying – Dominic or Dumbledore or both?