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"Wake up everybody! It's been Christmas for six hours!" shouted Portia as she ran through the halls. She banged on every door before sliding down the banister to the main hall. Harry, Galatea, and Persephone woke their respective parents as they did every year and as per tradition Margareta told them to get dressed and wait for every one to wake up completely.

"Look for any broom shaped ones." Said Harry as he inched closer and closer to the literal mountain of presents

"They're in boxes, dummy." Said Portia

"They weren't last year, remember?" said Persephone as she shook a box. Something inside shattered and she nonchalantly put it back down.

"That's because we took all the boxes last year." Said Portia. Everyone looked at her in shock.

"We agreed never to speak of that again." Said Galatea. She shuddered as she remembered the pixies, all the pixies.

"Fine, but it was an adventure." Said Portia as she shook a present

"No it wasn't, it was a disaster." Said Harry as he took the present from her hands and pointed to the label which clearly had his name on it

"But at least we learned that you can drive out a boggart with pixies, chickens, and fire." Said Portia

"I thought we were never going to speak of that again." Said Addie as she entered the parlor. She sat in her customary comfy chair and sipped a tea.

"Sorry mother but we learned that-" said Portia

"The fire drove everything including half of our servants out." Said Addie

"We lost the other half of our servants?" asked Peter as he came into the parlor.

"Aunt Addie's just reminiscing. " said Galatea

"Well children? Shall we begin?" asked Margareta as she sat away from the other adults. Paulette began to pass the presents to their respective owners. Portia waited and waited for Galatea to open hers, being the oldest child meant she went first, and we amazed when a cage was revealed.

"A raven?" asked Galatea puzzled

"Nevermore!" quote the raven

"A replacement for your owl, daughter." Said Margareta rubbing Galatea's head

"What do you mean my owl? My owl ran away when I was eleven." asked Galatea slightly alarmed

"Nothing, just thought it was about time you got a new pet. Besides, Nevermore ravens are hard to come by." Said Margareta. Galatea wasn't convinced this was the only reason for her new familiar but she didn't press it.

"Didn't they drive all those muggles insane?" asked Harry as Portia ripped into her present

"That, dear nephew, is why they are hard to come by." Said Margareta as Portia finished opening her present

"Wow! A world class racing broom!" said Portia as she pulled it out of the impossibly small box.

"Nevermore!" quote the raven as it landed on Peter's head. It dipped it's head down and began to drink Addie's tea

"Yes, and it doesn't even talk." Said Peter as he tried to wave the bird away. He was rewarded with a bite to the ear.

"This is the best present ever! I'll never have to walk again!" shouted Portia as she sat on her broom

"Not in the house!" said Addie as she threw her tea at the bird

"Nevermore! In the house!" said the bird as it began to fly around them like a vulture

"Hey, it can say other things." Said Persephone as she made a fort from herself out of presents

"You know you're going to have to open those, right?" asked Harry as Persephone shut herself into the fort

"I know, I just don't care." said Persephone

"Harry turn." Said Peter as the bird once again perched its self on his head

"Um…Peter?" said Addie as the bird eyed her

"Ignore the bird." Said Peter as he crossed his arm

"I think it knows you're a rat." Said Persephone

"Ravens don't eat rats." Said Galatea

"Do so!" said Portia swinging her broom like a club

"I'll side with Portia for my own safety." Said Harry as he hid behind Portia

"No." said Peter darkly

"What?" asked Harry

"Don't ever side with someone for your own protection." Said Peter looking at nothing

"Brother?" asked Margareta as she tried to put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Addie slapped it away and gripped his hand.

"Never mind, children. Now, let's get to those presents!" said Peter with false enthusiasm. If the others noticed they said nothing. Peter looked over at Harry and he remembered, it was all a farce. In the past few years he had pretended, hoped, that if he took in Harry everything would be made right.

Albus Dumbledore was not having a merry Christmas. Harry Potter was still missing and even though he wondered about this Harold Pettigrew there was nothing he could do to prove he wasn't who he said he was. He wanted to go to Remordere and just get the truth out of the Pettigrews but he knew that they'd just run off and disappear to India or Africa and he'd never be able to find them. He had paid a visit to the Dursley's months ago when his letters got no reply. Mrs. Figg had told him that she hadn't seen Harry in years but he assumed that the Dursley's were keeping him inside for his own protection. He was surprised to find them telling him that he had disappeared years ago and they hadn't even filed a report. The money they got for his care went to their oversized son, Dudley. He tried to keep it under wraps but the Daily Prophet had gotten wind of it and published the story. He vowed to keep Harry safe. Even though the dark lord was dead his followers still wanted to destroy Harry Potter. He would not let that happen.

Sirius Black was not having a merry Christmas. He sat in his cell in Azkaban staring at his 'Daily Prophet'. It was terribly out of date but it was difficult for him to get a recent edition. He knew Harry was missing and he knew who's fault it was. It was Albus Dumbledore's fault because he gave Harry to Petunia's rotten sister. It was his fault to for switching secret keepers and it was James and Lily's parents fault for having children in the first place. He knew he had to get out and he knew he had to get out. He vowed it.