Chapter 19: Failing at Life

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. The end.

Shout out: Writer in The Valley, I owe you this chapter. It's not as long as it could be, but it gave me a chance to properly re-introduce the Muggles. I didn't have an idea about that before hand!

A/N: Hello all! Having internet is a blessing, don't you think? I do! :D Enough chit chat, I'd better answer some questions so you can read the lovely chapter.

1. What was your favourite part?

I have to say it was the flashback. Completley unplanned and completely effective. Draws in some tension, and is helping me set the... Oh, wait, should I tell you that? Eh, you'll know in a few chapters. You can keep your heads till then, right?

2. Did you approve of my choices?

Comix, if I didn't approve of your choices I would have changed them. You should know that by now.

3. Who are the unknown POVs by? Any new theories?

No new theories, although my favourite one that I've read so far is that it's Sirius. I was actually thinking of Sirius when the review was written, so it makes me wonder... Are you all physic? Can you tell what I'm thinking and write it in your review? I'm spooked out :0

4. What will happen next?

St. Mungo's! YAY! Then Blaise will be able to come back, although I haven't worked anything out for him... yet...

"Merry Christmas, my little snakes!" Our father said, enclosing us in a hug once we'd gotten home.

"Dad..." I said awkwardly, "Neither of us are snakes. Harry's a Gryffindor, and I'm a Hufflepuff." Our fathers smile slid into a straight line.

"Rule number one: Nobody mentions that. You two are Slytherins, unless proved otherwise- don't prove it otherwise." He told us.

"Shouldn't that be rule number eleven?" Harry grinned, and I frowned.

"There are other rules?" I asked.

"Yes, but they don't refer to you, Sophia, so don't worry." My father said, "Now who wants cookies?" He was trying to change the subject... Why?

"Dad, speaking of the rules, I want to tell you something." Harry said, grinning evilly. "Malfoy kissed Phia for more than a millisecond." Our fathers eyes almost popped out of his head.

"Why that little- I am going to get him, I am going to..." He trailed off at my confused and horrified glare.

"Harry! It's nasty to tattle!" I told him off, "Besides, Draco didn't kiss me, I kissed him to get him out of a Mistletoe prank! What, can't I kiss someone for longer than a millisecond?"

"Did you use tongues?" He pressed.

"DAD!" I shuddered, "Not to be rude, but I do need my privacy..."

"Did you?"

"No."

"Fine. He is pardoned- for now..." Our father smiled evilly. "So then, it's almost Christmas, our first Christmas together! It's going to be perfect!"

"Um... brilliant?" Harry shrugged. He'd have been fine with a pair of socks.

"Yes! It will be brilliant as well!" Dad nodded, then frowned. "Now... what do people do during Christmas?" At my incredulous look, he shrugged, "I've been evil for ages- not celebrating Christmas was part of the job suggestion."

"Well, then, how about I write a list?" I grinned, and Harry groaned.

Half an hour later I gave it to them. Our father read it out.

"Go ice skating, buy Christmas presents for each other, go carolling, have fun in the snow." He read. "That sounds like a pretty decent list."

"Yeah, but we're going to have to go to St. Mungo's to give Blaise a pint of my blood." I pointed out.

"Yes, yes, we'll do that. But first... Who wants to go ice skating?" He grinned. We both nodded. "Okay! I'll round up some Death Eaters, and we'll hit an ice rink!"

"I didn't mean that literally, Harry." It was an hour later and Harry was face down on the ice, having fell. I laughed.

"Shut up and help me up." Harry said. I grinned, and held my hand out to him. He took it, and he pulled me down with him. I screamed.

"THE ICE IS COLD!" I squealed. My father chuckled, and pulled us both up. Then he looked over at the Death Eaters, who were stood over at the side of the rink. "What are you all waiting for? Come on, get on the ice!"

"Uh... We don't know how." Crabbe senior said from the side.

"You don't know how to what?" I asked, confused.

"How to skate." Belletrix snapped. I rolled my eyes, before realisation dawned on me.

"You don't know how to skate? You must do! Everyone knows how to skate!" I gasped. "You get on the ice this instant!" One look at my half-mocking, half-angry look on my face, and they were all on the ice. Literally all. They were failing- badly.

"Hah!" Dad laughed.

"Deatheaters! You're failing!" I told them. "And if you fail at ice skating, you fail at life. Do you want to fail at life?" They shook their heads. "Then learn to ice skate! You all fail miserably at skating and life!" I skated over to the side of the rink. "Excuse me?" An old attendant turned to me.

"Yes, dear?" She asked.

"I need around 19 ice skating lessons for those awkward people over there." I said. "They're new to... well... everything."

"Of course, deary." Nodded the attendant. "I'll get some people right on it." I thanked her, and skated off. Draco, who had come with his parents, followed me.

"I don't fail at life." He grinned. "I can skate." I laughed.

"But could you beat me at a race?" I asked him, grinning as well.

"What do I get if I win?" His eyebrows raised mischeiviously.

"Hm... What do you want?" I smirkled.

"How about a kiss?" He asked, looking at me.

"Maybe. If you win."

"What do you get if you win?" He wiggled his brows.

"You look funny when you do that." I giggled.

"Well? What do you get if you win?"

"Wait and see..." I laughed. "One lap around the rink. Get ready... Get set... GO!" We set off at an alarming rate around the rink. Our feet slid across the ice, left right, left right, left right, left right, sending little flecks of ice shooting of them. Every so often he would take a glimpse at me, and I would see his confident smirk. That would give me a burst of energy, and I would spurt forward. We were fast approaching the full lap mark, and I could tell Draco was winning. I wouldn't mind kissing me, I'd have liked it, even... But there was no way a Riddle would loose to a Malfoy. I wouldn't allow it. So I did the only thing I thought possible. I rammed myself into him, meaning to throw him off course. It didn't work. He shrieked like a pansy and fell over, pulling me down with him. We burst out laughing.

"Well that was a fail." Came a boys laugh.

"Boom boom boom EPIC FAIL!" Two girls giggled, one's voice slightly posh and the other's slightly American accented. I looked up. There, laughing from the side of the rink, was Livia, Melina, Bryony, and Freddy.

"Is anybody else feeling déjà vu?" Bryony wondered. I laughed.

"Bryony! Freddy! Livia! Melina!" I greeted in alphabetical order.

"Draco! Sophia!" Melina noticed in alphabetical order.

"What brings you lot to the ice rink?" Livia asked. True to her stereotype, she was wearing pink ice skating boots/shoes.

"Ice skating, of course!" I laughed.

"Looks more like ice falling to me." Freddy laughed. I laughed.

"Hang on, I won." Draco turned to me. "I won! I want my prize!"

"I want doesn't get." I told him.

"Please?" He puppy dog eyed me.

"No."

"But... Please?" He blinked a few times.

"No."

"But I won!"

"Technically, we drew." I told him, but I reached down and kissed him anyway.

"Woah woah woah, you guys are dating?" Melina's eyes widened. "This is as shocking as the end of Evercrossed!"

"What's Evercrossed?" I asked, looking up at her.

"The sequel to Kissed By An Angel." Bryony told me, as Draco's arm snaked around my waist. "Tristan, the guy who died, comes back inside a killer's body, Ivy breaks up with Will and Gregory's back somewhere unknown."

"Ah, confusing." I nodded.

"So you two here on a date?" Livia grinned.

"No. We're here with my family and my fathers friends." I replied, pointing over to my father, who was helping Harry up for the nineteenth time, and the Deatheaters, who were failing to be taught by professionals. "They aren't very good at skating."
"But if you fail at ice skating you fail at life!" Bryony gasped.

"That's what I said." I nodded.

"So what's been going on with you guys?" Freddy asked.

"Well when we went back to our boarding school, I got placed into a different house. Then we had a new... uh... Biology teacher who I think is downright mean, but everyone says is nice as a deer, and I've been hearing voices."

"Ah, confusing." Freddy nodded, and I punched him playfully, laughing.

"Oh, and Harry turned out to be my long lost brother." I added.

"I'm going to go say hi!" Livia giggled, skating over to him. She tripped and fell. "Stupid ice rock."

"Livia, there's no such thing as an ice rock!" Melina laughed.

"Stupid Melina." Livia retorted.

"Don't blame me, blame our Geology teacher Mrs. Taylor."

"Stupid geologyer." Livia grumbled.

"Geologist." Bryony corrected.

"Shut up!" Livia whined, skating off to Harry. We laughed.

"Hey, where's Luna..." Freddy went to ask, but he was cut off by a loud yell. I turned.

"Dad!" I yelled worriedly. He was curled on the floor, and bleeding. We all quickly skated over to him. "What happened?"

"Dolohov ran over my finger!" He tattled, "And it's been cut off!" He pointed to a finger half the way across the rink. "I'm bleeding Sophia, make it stop!"

"Right..." I calculated a plan in my mind fast. "Melina, go get the finger and put it on some ice." Melina raised her eyebrows and smirked.

"It's already on ice, Sophia. We're on an ice rink." She pointed out.

"Oh. Right." I blushed. "Draco, hand me your scarf." Draco gave me his scarf and I ripped off a small bit. Draco whimpered.

"That was Parisian silk..." He protested, but it was too late. I thrust the tiny Parisian silk scarf piece onto Dad's bleeding stump, stemming the blood flow.

"We'll have to get to St. Mungo's." I mused aloud, forgetting I had three Muggles around me and a Muggle who knew everything she could about the Harry Potter (book) universe.

"St. Mungos? Sophia, you do know that St. Mungo's isn't a real place right, it's just inside a book?" Commented Bryony dryly.

"I didn't say St. Mungo's, I said St... Mango's?" I improvised.

"That makes sense." Freddy nodded.

"Harry!" I called out to him, and he broke the avid conversation between himself and Livia. "We have to go- now!" I took the finger from Melina. "Wow, Dad, you need a manicure bad." Melina laughed, and Draco rolled his eyes. I hauled Dad out of the rink, with Harry following. On our way out, the old lady I'd spoken to earlier smiled at us.

"Hope you had a good time. Merry Christmas!"

A/N: Merry Christmas to you too, random old lady.

1. What was your favourite part?

2. Are you happy the Muggles have returned?

3. Which idea do you like better, for only one can happen:

Alien Invasion

Fluffy butterfly named Boo

4. Can you ice skate? Can you win at life?

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