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Sorry I couldn't update sooner. The internet had died.

I couldn't believe it was Christmas morning already. It didn't seem like it had been 5 minutes since I started Hogwarts. My entire family, plus Hermione, Neville, Luna, the Weasleys, and, of course, our Polyjuice and Veritaserum targets were all staying for the Holidays. Jen was spending it with her family, but I wrote to her fairly often, so it didn't matter.

When I got up that morning, I silently thanked my father for giving me that Sleeping Draught, otherwise I would never have gotten any sleep. Plus it kept my nightmares to a minimum.

The second I woke up, I picked up Kitty, who had grown so much, not only in size, but confidence, since I had first met her, threw on my dressing gown and ran down to the common room. Hermione was already down there. The boys were still sleeping. And as for Ginny, well, I supposed that she had gone for a shower.

Hermione had organised all the presents there into a few different piles, one for each person.

"Happy Christmas, Hermione!" I said, running over to hug her, after putting Kitty down. She curled up in front of the fire.

"Happy Christmas, Rory! The girls are first up this morning. Ginny's been and gone, and Ron and Harry are too lazy, even on Christmas."

I smirked.

"So, which pile is for me?" I asked.

"Oh, there isn't one for you." She said.

My jaw dropped.

"I'm kidding. It's that big one on the left." She said. The big one on the left, really? It was the biggest pile there.

I rushed on over, and started to rip all the wrapping paper off the gifts.

The first thing I got was a new, knitted 'A' Jumper from Mr and Mrs Weasley. She also said that she had charmed the wool so it would grow with me, meaning it would fit forever. She also made me a hat, gloves and scarf set, and a quilt. She had made a quilt for all the Weasley children, actually, but when they were small. Seeing as we were now to be part of the family, Mrs Weasley, who had now, in a letter, practically ordering us to call them 'Auntie Molly' and 'Uncle Arthur'. I found it rather funny, actually, but the furthest I was going to stretch was calling them Molly and Arthur.

The next thing I opened was from Hermione, a collection of books, both Muggle and Wizarding.

"Thanks Hermione! You're better than the Library."

"I got you something else too." She said smiling.

The third present I opened was from Chris. Two tops, an 'A' necklace, a new notebook, and a fluffy pen.

Fourth was from Harry. It was some new software for my laptop, which must have been really expensive, but it was the perfect gift. I really loved that laptop of mine.

Fifth was my other gift from Hermione, a necklace.

Sixth, sweets from Ron.

Seventh, a Charm Bracelet from Luna.

Eighth, Owl and Cat treats from Percy.

Ninth, a letter from my mum, promising me a Firebolt the day they came out, and some lipgloss and enough money to say sorry for missing 11 birthdays and Christmases, and some new clothes too.

Tenth, a book on Herbology from Neville.

Eleventh, some pranks to play on people from Fred and George.

Twelfth, make-up and jewellery from Buffy, Bella and Lexi.

Thirteenth, potion ingredients and all the potions textbooks I would ever need from my father.

Fourteenth, a book from Jen.

And fifteenth, a galleon from Ginny.

I got a load of cards too, and a few little things, but I didn't see any other gifts.

By then, Ron, Harry and Neville were up too.

"Happy Christmas, Neville!" I said, enveloping him in a hug.

"Happy Christmas, Rory!"

"Thanks for the presents, by the way. You're all really good friends." I smiled.

Happy birthday you two, too, wait... I just said birthday, didn't I..." I said. I was about to go hug Ron and Harry together, well, until I realised I said birthday, that is.

After breakfast, I spent an hour with Luna, Neville and the Thestrals. As it turned out, he could see them too. I didn't make him tell us why, though.

After my hour with the Thestrals, which, like always, I loved, I went up to finish the potions with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

The potions had done well, actually. Recently, we'd only had two almost slip ups. The first was when Ron nearly added a toenail to the Polyjuice potion at one point, which would only have turned us all, including Ron, into copies of Ron, which obviously wouldn't have helped our quest. The other almost problem was Trevor almost jumping into the Veritaserum. Thankfully, I caught him, and returned him to Neville, just in time. I had already bottled the Veritaserum. We only needed a few drops, but we had, in fact, made 5 bottles and 1 phial. I had decided to keep them in my trunk. I never knew when we'd need them again. I also gave the phial to Hermione, as she was organising the entire event.

We had made far too much Polyjuice potion too. We only needed 4 small glasses, and we had decided I would keep the spares. Again, we never knew if it was needed or not.

It was just Hermione and I finishing the potions off, Ron and Harry had gone off playing Wizard's Chess.

"So, how are we getting the hairs?" I asked.

"Well. Buffy already gave me hers. She said that she was going to spend the night pretending to be a Ravenclaw with Lexi. Harry and Ron are going to steal some of Crabbe and Goyle's and give them a slightly stronger sleeping draught than you have. I made it last week. And as for Chris... well, we'll need you come up with something. I mean, you know her much better than me, right? How can we get her out of the way?"

"I don't know... but she is rather close to Draco, so we'll, basically, have to give her the same treatment as Crabbe and Goyle, but in a less... obvious manner. Well, to her, at least. She can't realise it's happened." I told her.

She nodded, and then said, "Well, what if we get her knocked out and put her in the library or something. She won't be found until much later, and she'll be taken to the Hospital Wing. Simple."

"Okay, well, I'll take care of that, if you take care of everything else." Hermione said.

"Okay. Pinkie promise?" I asked, and held out my pinkie.

"Deal." And we shook pinkies.

We pinkie promised. It was now law. Next to legal stuff, Pinkie promises are the most sacred and serious things in the world. Seriously.

"How long do you think I'll need to prepare? I'm only asking because I want to go hang with Neville and Luna..."

"Not long, I suppose, an hour at most." Hermione said.

"So, basically, I have about... 5 to 6 hours, not including lunch?"

"Pretty much, Rory."

"If you don't really mind, I'm going to knock off now." I said Hermione gave me a look that said ''Go for it' so I thanked her, and ran off to find Luna and Neville talking, each with a cup of Hot Chocolate. Kitty had also found her way down to them, and was curled up in between them.

"How did my cat get here?" I asked.

"Oh, she probably walked." Luna said. "I suspect that nargles may really have carried her down, and she just tried to find her way to someone she knew. She's no real trouble." Luna said.

"I think she's becoming too clever for her own good. So, Neville, do you think you'll need any more tutoring for now?" I asked.

"No. I... I can't... I have to go out somewhere tomorrow..." He said.

"Oh." I replied.

"Where are you going?" Luna asked.

"Nowhere..." He said.

"Neville, whatever it is, its okay. You don't need to be sad about whatever it is." I said, giving him a hug.

"I'm just... I'm going to see someone in St Mungos..." He said, almost crying.

"St Mungos the hospital? What's wrong with them?" I asked.

"They're just... they..."

"It's okay, Neville. We won't make you tell us." I said.

"But if you do want to tell us, we'll always be here for you." Luna added.

"Sit with me at lunch? I asked.

Because it was Christmas, and lots of the other kids had in fact gone home, it didn't matter if we sat in our own houses or not. So, in theory, I could sit with all of my sisters, and all of my friends at the same time. Besides, it's not like they could check, we were in our own clothes, after all.

"I don't see why not. At least there will be more people around me to keep watch for the nargles stealing our food." Luna said.

Neville simply nodded.

I fiddled around in my pocket and found an old, unfinished scoobie. When I was little, they were really popular. Unfortunately, I only got interested in them after their popularity had been and gone. I had taken a whole packet of scoobie strings with me to Hogwarts, and this one was about the fourth I had made. I kind of forgot about making them after I started having Metamorphmagi lessons with Tonks. They had gone rather well, actually. We had stopped having them by this point, however, but Chris and I were still in contact with her, we each wrote to her every few days. Tonks was a bit like a Role Model. At least I wasn't involuntarily changing my appearance all the time now, I normally just looked almost exactly like Lily Evans now, and everyone was used to it. I did, on occasion, revert to my old, blonde haired self, and sometimes I decided on having a completely different appearance altogether. Chris, on the other hand, was another story. Since she had moved back to Slytherin, she was a completely different person. She normally looked completely different to how I recognised her. Her once blonde hair, was now almost always jet black, and her once calm, sea blue eyes were now green. Not like the green eyes I usually had, but the kind that were unnerving, the kind that matched the colour of Slytherin. I was surprised that she didn't have silver hair now, again, to match the colours of Slytherin.

It was lunchtime soon after, and I ate with Neville and Luna. Neville didn't really say anything, but we kept him involved in our conversation as much as possible. We didn't want him to feel left out.

At about 5 pm, after spending some time playing with Neville, Luna, Harry, and Ron, I made sure Kitty was safe and sound on my bed before heading back to Myrtle's bathroom. When I got there, I fond Myrtle just floating around, as if bored.

"Oh, hello, Rory." She said.

"Hi, Myrtle. How's death treating you today?" I asked.

"The usual, I suppose. You know, you four are the only people who ever visit me."

"Well, maybe you would see more people if you left the bathroom once in a while."

"No. I... I..." and then she did her usual wailing, and flew back into the loo, a simple, 'I'd rather not' would have sufficed.

Hermione left the phial of Veritaserum in the bathroom, near all the potions equipment, and the glasses for later on. We only needed a few drops, actually, so I didn't have a clue about what to do with it.

I also knew that I didn't need to take the Polyjuice potion at all. In fact, if I took it, it wouldn't really do anything. Still, I didn't want to miss out on any of the fun, so I decided to take it anyway.

In the end, it only really took about 20 minutes to finish everything off, I didn't mind that I had over planned for the amount of time I needed, and it really didn't matter. In a way, it was a good thing; it meant that I could already put the Polyjuice potion in glasses for later on, and bottle the spare. It meant that I could pack everything else away, and it meant that I could take up the remaining supplies and my books and everything up to my room. It meant that I could see Buffy beforehand, and check with her what would be going on. Needless to say, it all worked to my advantage. We also had the same outfit, oddly enough, so we arranged that we would be wearing that for the feast and the rest of the night, so that no-one would suspect foul play after I took the Potion.

With everything sorted; I headed down to the feast.

Before the Christmas Feast began, the choir performed some song I didn't recognise, then Dumbledore said a short speech "Merry Christmas, everyone. We've had a wonderful year, haven't we? Let us hope that the next one will be even better. Now, before the feast begins, I have one final thing to say to you all, and that is: Nitwit, Oddment, Blubber, Tweak. Thank you, and let the feast begin!"

Dumbledore clapped his hands, and all the tables were covered in food, literally. Main Course wise, there were Mashed potatoes, Roasted Potatoes, Turkeys, Yorkshire Puddings, boats of steaming Gravy, Vegetables, and, oddly enough, Crumpets. Looks like my Christmas dinner was mainly going to be potato based. I didn't mind very much, though, I suppose there weren't enough vegetarians in the school to bother making a proper alternative, like a nut roast.

Just as I sighed about that, a nice, steaming hot tray of nut roast appeared in front of me. Thank you, kitchen staff. Obviously I didn't need it all, so I shared it out with Luna, Neville, and Hermione. I nearly gave some to Chris, but then I realised who she was sat with, and that she had completely changed. She wasn't the same sister I once knew.

After I gave Neville and Luna their Nut Roast, which they actually rather liked, I went back to sit near Ron, Hermione and Harry, and discuss the final details of our plan.

"Okay, so now that we are all here, and we all know, basically, what's going on, let's get it all sorted out."

She gave Ron and Harry some rather scrumptious looking cakes, and they were about to eat them when she said, "Stop! Don't eat those. Those are for Crabbe, Goyle, and Chris. I'm taking care of Chris. They contain a simple but powerful sleeping draught."

"Okay, so we all know who we're turning into, right?" I asked.

"Is everything ready, Rory?" Hermione asked.

"Yep. So we'll meet, all ready to do this thing at, say... Seven thirty?" I asked. That would give everyone enough time to sort out their people.

We nodded, and then continued eating.

After dinner, we went our separate ways, and prepared for the oncoming events. I went and talked to Buffy, who assured me that she would be hanging out in Gryffindor with Bella, posing as another Gryffindor. I also got some more of her hair, just in case we lost the first set, and then I went on my way to Myrtle's bathroom.

I was almost there when I felt someone grab my arm, and say, "Wait!" It was Neville.

"What's the problem, Neville?" I asked.

"Um, you know what we were talking about earlier?" He asked. I nodded. "Well, you meant it, right?" Neville asked.

"Of course I do, Neville. I meant what I said."

"Well, it's just... I'm really nervous about it now, and I was wondering if you would go with me. I mean I go a lot just with my gran but... I don't know... it's really hard every time I go..."

"Of course I will go with you Neville, it would be great. I'm sorry, but I really need to go now. I'll be back in the common room by nine, if you wait in there, we can talk then."

"See you then."

I smiled. Neville was a really good friend to me.

I then had to run the rest of the way to Myrtle's bathroom. Not that I minded.

When I got there, everyone was already there, dressed in the right clothes for who they were turning into.

"You're just in time, Rory." Ron said,

"Sorry, guys. I just had to talk to someone about something. Looks like I'll be going out tomorrow." I said.

"It's alright. I've already put Buffy's hair in your glass." Hermione said.

"Thank you, 'Mione." I said, and took my glass.

"On the count of three, we drink." Hermione said.

"One." Harry said.

"Two." Ron said.

"Three." Hermione said, and we drunk.

Mine didn't taste half bad. It tasted a little sour at first, but then began to taste sweet and nice. Clearly it wasn't the same for the other three. Ron ran into the toilet straight away, smashing his glass. Hermione kind of just... dropped her glass and dropped to the floor and put her hand over her mouth, and Harry dropped his glass and looked like he was about to be sick down the sink.

My skin began to feel a little... odd, and I looked in the mirror. I noticed it was bubbling, and I assumed that this was how normal Wizards did it.

I had soon transformed into Buffy. When I looked around, Ron had come out of the bathroom, and he was a perfect copy of Crabbe, and Harry was a copy of Goyle, except with glasses. I looked at Hermione and I was surprised to see that, yes, she looked like Chris, but she looked like the Chris I knew, rather than the Chris that hung around with Draco Malfoy and his crew.

"What are we going to do?" I asked. "If Draco sees Hermione, he will know that she isn't Chris. Chris has a different hair and eye colour now." I turned to face Hermione. "I'm sorry, Hermione, but it looks like you can't come... so I won't either." I said. Hanging around with Hermione would be cool. Besides, we'd still find out if Malfoy knew anything or not. It was a Win-Win situation, I mean; I still got to drink the potion, didn't I?

"No, Rory, you don't have to do that for me. You go. I'll be fine on my own." She said.

"No, Hermione, you're basically my best friend, I'm not letting you be alone. Friends don't do that. Harry, Ron, you go. Give Draco a few drops of this, and he'll tell the truth. You can put it on his skin, or give it to him in a drink. Find out what you can." I said, handing Harry the Phial.

They nodded, then ran off to Slytherin Common Room.

"You really didn't have to do that for me, Rory. I would have just as happily stayed here alone, besides, I'm not completely alone. There's Myrtle here to keep me company." She said.

"I know, but Myrtle's a little but more sensitive than me..." I said.

"What is it like?" She asked.

"What is what like?"

"Knowing the future..."

"It isn't great, Hermione... I just feel a little... powerless sometimes. I mean... I know what's going to happen, but there isn't really anything I can do about it. The nightmares are the worst bit... I mean, once I had a dream about one, but only once... and... yeah, I'm rambling, aren't I? I try not to let it affect the way I act around people that I know are going to die... I mean, what would you do in my place? I wish that there was something I could do... even to save just a handful of people... but I don't think that there is."

"You know, Rory, you're really brave. You may seem all shy and scared and reserved, but underneath that... you're really brave. You really are a Gryffindor. Now that I know you the way I do, I would say that... If you were in a different house, then the hat would have made a mistake."

"The Hat doesn't think so... he thinks we would have both done well in Ravenclaw."

"I mean, okay, we would have fitted in because of our brains, but I disagree. I mean, yeah, we're pretty brainy, but I know some really snobby Ravenclaws. I wouldn't like to be like that."

Hermione and I talked until the Potion lost its effects. We left a note for the boys to find, and I went to talk t Neville, whilst Hermione went to give my sister her clothes back.

I found Neville on the sofa facing the fire, playing with an old sweet wrapper.

"Hey, Neville."

"Hello, Rory..."

"Are you going to tell me anymore about who we're going to see? If you don't want to, it's fine with me, but... it might help..."

"My gran and I go every time it's the school holidays... we go a few times in the summer, too. It's been like that ever since I can remember. They're not... they never remember who I am, but I'm okay with it, at least I get to see them..." He said.

"Whoever they are, Neville, they sure are lucky to have a boy like you visiting them so often."

"They always give me these." He said, showing me the sweet wrapper. "It's rather sweet actually, and it really means a lot, especially because they don't know who I am. They're the bravest people I've ever known, and I want to grow up to be like them..."

"They're your parents, aren't they?"

"Yes, but... they're a bit... insane... it happened a long time ago, and I suppose that it's good they don't remember. My gran said that something really terrible happened to them."

"That's horrible, Neville. I can see why it can be so hard on you. And don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone about this." I said.

Neville and I sat, staring at the sire comfortably for a few minutes before Ron and Harry came in. I looked over to them, and Harry looked over to me at the same time. He shook his head. Well, at least we knew Draco was innocent, and he didn't know who it was either.

I went off to bed a while after that, it must have been at least ten thirty, possibly eleven o'clock. Neville and I had spent the evening playing Wizards Chess, and playing with our Christmas presents together. I nearly started tutoring him in transfiguration. That is, of course, until I remembered that it was Christmas. The work could be saved for the New Year.

I've already started Chapter 23. Neville is awesome. Once again, sorry for the late update :( If you review, I'll give you a free, imaginary Ron/Neville/Hermione/Ron/Draco (Whichever you want) Harry Potter e-Cookie :)

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