The Year of Girls and Defeating Dark Lords Part I

by New Upsetter

Harry's 6th year-out of school. Harry has lived a secret life. I promised flower 123 that I would post this story up on this website so that she could read it, so here it is. I plan to update the first several chapters very soon.

21. Happy Christmas!

20

Happy Christmas!

Harry shot up in bed, breathing furiously trying to catch breath in his empty lungs. He slid off his bed onto the floor and put his face in his hands, still feeling Voldemort touching him, burning him. It felt like he was still right there.

He slowly pushed himself off his floor and went to his bathroom to hop into a cold shower, trying to rid himself of the feeling of Voldemort burning through his skin. He put his arm in front of him and his palm against the shower tile, leaning his head down to let the cold water run over his hair and down his back. His hair dripped onto his eyelashes that he blinked off only to have them replaced. The cold water got his breathing to regulate and calm down.

He stepped out of the shower and went into his room to dress after drying his hair. After one day of eating right he probably only gained two pounds but it seemed enough for his jeans. He pulled them on and slipped on a black leather belt. He put on a green T-shirt under a black button up shirt with the sleeves folded to his elbows. He put on a leather wristband and green converse.

He then left for breakfast where he was apparently late. Everyone was already gathered around the table eating. "Guess that means I slept in," Harry said, taking his seat beside Bonnie.

"Yeah, having a nice dream or is your bed nicer then you thought?" Bonnie asked.

"Caught in a nightmare actually. But the bed is comfortable once the knives are taken off," he said, thanking the maid as she set his breakfast down in front of him.

"Oh you poor thing," she said, stroking his bicep.

"I say poor Tim and Tom. Has anyone said happy birthday to you this morning?" Harry asked.

"No," they replied together.

"Well happy birthday." He sent two small matching boxes across the table.

"Thank you," they said together starting to unwrap their presents.

"Oh, I'm sorry boys," Bonnie said standing from her seat. "I can't believe I forgot." She kissed them both on the cheek. "Happy birthday." She then sat back down beside Harry. "We should go out today. We'll buy French butterbeer. The strawberry kind. That crap is so good."

"Don't use vulgar words at the table dear," her mother reprimanded calmly, speaking the first words the others had heard her say since the hospital wing.

"Sorry mother. Daddy, can we borrow one of the cars? I promise we'll be very nice to your car."

"And I promise I'll get you a very safe driver."

"But Daddy that's no fun. You know Fish is a very safe driver."

"So is Harry but he usually breaks the wires with the key to start the car."

Harry smiled and his mother laughed.

Bonnie sighed into her seat and looked over to Fish. "Are you wearing pink?" she asked, just noticing his shirt. The kids looked toward him.

"Yes I am. I think it looks nice with my hair," he said stroking one side.

"Is someone changing their sexual preference?" Harry asked, leaning into him.

"No. Haven't you heard? Real men wear pink."

"You're not a man Fish. You're sixteen."

"I like to believe you become a man when you first have sex."

"So you were a man by your thirteenth birthday?"

"At least Jenni wasn't a woman yet," he said quietly.

"Again," Cameron said, interrupting them, "don't talk about your sex lives at the table either."

They all looked at him then turned to Fish. Bonnie leaned in. "You had sex with Jenni?"

"Yeah. But she moved away. That's why she wasn't at Sober Day."

"Oh." She leaned back in her chair.

"And what are the rest of you doing today?" Harry asked.

"Mr. Potter, you have mail," said the butler walking into the room.

"Apparently reading mail," Harry said, looking at the large envelope.

The butler set it down in front of James. "No one knows I'm here," James pointed out. He looked at the label. "It's to Mr. Harry James Potter. Your fan mail." He slid it across the table.

"I don't want it," Harry said, giving it to Fish.

"Harry, you can't avoid your fans," Bonnie said taking it back. "I'll look for all the addresses of your obsessed girl fans, and track them down to kill them," she said happily. She opened the envelope and opened the first letter. A picture fell out. She screamed and hid it from Harry's eyes. She turned to James and spoke in a hushed shocked tone. "Harry is getting porn in his mail."

"What!" Harry asked reaching for the photo.

"No. Your obsessed fans are sending nasty pictures to a man who does not believe in sex. You can't see." She handed it to Fish who laughed at her but stuck it in his pocket. "Her letter isn't any better. You have one whacked up fan Harry."

"I blame Hanna for how she portrayed me. And I would still like to know where she got that picture. I do not read in skintight black t-shirts."

"Computer animation," Tim and Tom said.

"Maybe you should just leave your mail alone," Fish said.

"I want to read them." Harry grabbed a letter and opened one. "Oh, that's not good," he said setting a picture face down on the table. "Another nude picture. And it's the wrong sex. Yep, definitely don't want that one," he said, setting the photo on fire with his hand.

"I want to read it," Hermione said, snatching it from his fingers and reading it between herself and Ginny.

Harry glared at them and reached for another letter. "This one's for Bonnie…. I don't think we should open that one." He grabbed another. "And this one is for… my godfather," he said slowly. "Okay. Have fun with that Sirius."

Sirius took it from him and looked it over but decided not to open it. Harry took the letter back from Hermione and Ginny who were continuing to giggle.

"He really likes you Harry," Hermione giggled.

"Did he leave a number?" he asked.

Hermione's eyes widened. "Yes."

"I'll give it to Ma'am later. She likes gay guys."

Hermione calmed down.

"We should leave now. No more fun with the letters." Harry stood and pulled Bonnie with him as the others followed. "I just have to grab something out of my room. The car should come up in a minute. Bonnie come with me," Harry said quickly, pulling Bonnie along and leaving his friends at the door waiting for the car.

He pulled her up the stairs quickly toward their rooms. "Harry would you slow down," Bonnie said. When they were in their hallway Harry pushed her up against the wall and captured her lips hungrily. He pressed her hands up against the wall, lacing their fingers together as Bonnie moaned in surprise. He continued to kiss her heatedly for five minutes before he pulled away to breathe. "What was that for?" she breathed, feeling Harry still leaning against her.

"I missed you," he said. He kissed her lips lightly. "You know I won't let anything bad happen to you right? You know I won't let that happen again. I'll protect you. Riddle won't touch you. You know all that right?"

"Harry―"

"Bonnie I have to know that you know that. I need to know that you trust me to protect you," he said desperately.

Bonnie smiled. "I do trust you Harry. I―"

She was cut off by Harry's lips again. She stiffened but fell into mush as he kissed her. He dropped one of her hands to bring his own up to her face and stroke her cheek. He removed his lips and slid his hand out of hers and down her arm letting it slip from the wall. "I have to grab some money. Stay here okay?"

"I thought you already ordered your gifts," Bonnie asked.

"I'm still missing some. Plus, I thought what is a vacation without a concert. She Wants Revenge is in France for the weekend. I looked it up while we were in the hospital wing."

"Good plan. But you don't have to pay for everything. Especially with your own money. That's for when we travel, remember? Why don't you just go ask your father?"

"Because I have my own key to the vault. But I don't feel like going to the bank to transfer to Euro. It's just easier this way. Besides, I'm not asking my father for concert ticket money. I always pay my own way in concerts. I'll be back in a second."

He headed into his room and went over to his large vault that was tall and just a bit wide, like a dresser but taller. "19-20-0," he said quietly turning the dial on his vault. The door to the code pad snapped open. He pressed in five numbers. "10-9-13-13-27." Then the door opened to a cluthera of things. Money was spread around everywhere in great piles held together with string. Books were stacked in the corner, strange things no one would steel because they wouldn't know what they were, had been placed at the front and few large and small paintings sat at the back. Harry grabbed a wad of cash that were all in large Euro bills. He pulled out a few of them and then put it back in the vault and shut it tight. He twisted the dial and pressed 'locked' on the keypad. He stuck the money in his pocket and headed back into the hall.

"Let's go now." Bonnie smiled and placed her head on his shoulder as they walked down the hall and followed their friends into the car. "Oh look. Mr. Jacissk. I thought he died with Crud."

"No he just drives as slow as turtles now," Bonnie sighed. "Leave it to father to give us him as a driver. Not only is he slow but he's become that grumpy old man who tells children to get off his lawn even when they're not there."

Harry laughed and pulled her into the car with him as the butler closed the door.

\-\

That morning, as the kids were leaving for town, Jackeline went out into the back. She had her dark brown waves of hair thrown up in a ponytail this morning and wore light makeup, since it wasn't needed to care for animals. Her face was soft and flawless without help. She would put on more later for dinner. She wore a simple gray camisole, an oversized black knit sweater, and a flowing black corduroy skirt to her knees. She had black stockings underneath and boots for her time in the barn. "So, Jackeline," Sirius said, following her down the hall as she was going to leave the house to tend to the horses. She rolled her eyes at his third attempt at conversation this week. "You like animals?"

"I guess. I do have a lot of them."

"Yeah? I mean besides horses, what do you have?"

"Horses, chickens, cats, we only have two dogs left now. And I don't think either of them will have puppies."

"Why not?" Sirius asked.

"They're both female. And very old."

"Oh. So you're a real animal lover. Is that why you live in a castle with a barn and lots of room for animals?"

"Well, that. But my husband enjoyed selling and breeding the horses for race tracks."

"I'm sure you don't appreciate that. Wait, hus―"

"I didn't like that. It's why I divorced him. I got the house, the land, the money and the animals. He got nothing. Which is the way it should be. I did pay for all of it."

"Of course. So, you are single now, right?"

Jackeline stopped and turned to him. "Did Bonnie ask you to flirt with me?"

"No. I'm sorry. I'm doing a really bad job at this, aren't I? But I had to have lost something in prison and it just so happened to be my charm. I'm annoying you aren't I? God I must sound like I'm still in school," he rambled. When he looked up to her face she was smilingly amused at him. "What?"

"You're so cute."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Can I ask you one thing?"

"Sure, go ahead."

She turned and continued to walk and Sirius caught up beside her. "Well your reputation I've heard of. Though hasn't everyone after you got out of prison you were the hottest thing for the press. So what perplexes me is this. I'm quite plain. I wear this outfit practically everyday. Sometimes the skirt is a bit shorter or lower. I'm hard-core conservative and I go to church every Sunday. The only thing we know we have in common is pureblood so for the life of me, I can't see why you would have any type of interest in me at all. Especially when you could have so many more attractive women hanging at your innocent, come back to life, "I'm the Savior's godfather" feet."

Sirius smiled at her as she had stopped and turned to him in the middle of her rant. She waited for her answer. He just shrugged. "I don't know. I've dated the slutty, hang at my feet type. I wanted a change."

Jackeline took a great sigh and smiled at him observing whether he was serious. "You do know I'm only 24, right?"

"You are?" She smiled and nodded. "You're much younger then your sister then?"

She giggled. "Yeah. Younger."

"Well, my best friend is 22, his wife is 22 and we were all the same age when we went to school. So I guess things like age really can't get too much more uncomfortable anymore."

She smiled. "Okay. You want to help me feed the dogs?"

"I would love to."

They walked off to the barn to feed the animals, and Jackeline let Sirius slowly slip his strong sturdy hand into her own delicate one. In response, she smiled.

\-\

Meanwhile, in the car, they finally got to get out. Stepping out of the car before it came to its sluggish stop. "Merlin he's slow. I think we could have gotten here faster if we walked," Ron said.

"Come on. Now that we've spent half our day in the car we have to get some shopping done. Now since we're obviously, some of us, buying for each other we'll have to split up. We'll split up boys and girls first and that way we can buy for each other. Then we'll split up again so we can buy for the others. Work for everyone?"

"Sure," they all agreed.

"Good. We'll meet back here in two hours."

Ron and Harry grabbed a kiss from their girlfriends before they left with the others.

"So Harry. Have you bought Bonnie her present yet?"

"It's being special ordered for Christmas Eve," he said.

"Really? What is it?" he asked curiously. Fish, Tim and Tom listened in secretively.

"I'll tell you but you have to promise not to tell Bonnie."

"Why would I ruin the surprise?"

"Well, not that you would get the joke, but a dog. Well she did say she would gets cats, but dogs stay cute for so much longer. Cats stretch out. Plus I hate cats."

"You're getting Bonnie a puppy?" Fish asked.

"Yes. One that will always stay small and not shed on her."

"You're getting her a hairless rodent?" Fish asked.

"No. A small dog that doesn't shed."

"If a dog has hair it's going to shed. And if it's small it'll look liked a rodent. A hairless rodent."

"You guys are so rude. Besides it's too late now. The stupid dog is on its way here already. What are you getting for Hermione, Ron?"

"Not sure. Probably a book."

"That's not nice Ron. Hermione is a girl you know. Maybe you should get her some jewelry."

"Some of us do not have endless amounts of money like you Harry."

"Neither do we," Fish said. "But we get everyone quite expensive presents."

"How?"

"We have a five finger discount in every store across France and Britain," he smiled.

"You shoplift your Christmas gifts?"

"Either that or accept money from Harry. And that's only when we're not feeling like devious little devils. And I don't think I can remember a time when I didn't feel like a devious little devil."

"Don't you know that shoplifting is bad for the economy?" Ron said.

"Well think of it from our point of view. It's not our fault our parents are crack heads and alcoholics. They spend all the money they should be using to support their children on drugs and liquor. Now is it our fault? Should we really have to suffer and go through the embarrassment of not getting any presents for our friends and family because we're poor? No. So we take five fingers, lift from the counters and walk out. The people who run the expensive shops deserve it anyway for setting their prices so high."

"You always have the answers for all your bad deeds don't you?" Ron asked.

"Hijacking cars is only our way of saying this is what could happen to your car if you drove home drunk," he smiled.

Ron laughed and they headed to a jewelry store. Fish leaned into Ron. "See, Harry is our little cover. He looks rich because he is. And he can act rich. He knows diamonds and jewelry so the owner won't think anything but we're here with our rich friend waiting for him to finish his boring jewelry shopping." Ron nodded, amazed at how useful street smarts could be. He doubted these kids actually learned much past second grade. They wandered around the store looking over some things. Fish stayed next to him to point out things while Tim and Tom were a row behind them. Harry stood at the front desk looking at the case of jewelry.

"Can I help you sir?" the owner asked him suspiciously in French, seeing he was a child wearing dark clothes.

"Um, yes," Harry said, in a voice sounding eighteen instead of sixteen, somewhat older then he was. He lifted his hand and put it through his hair showing off an expensive looking gold band around his finger, making sure the man saw it. The man quickly straightened his posture. "I was wondering about this ring here. Real canary diamond?"

"Uh, yes sir. Seven carats, perfect canary shine. Sings just like her."

He pulled the ring out of the case and let Harry look at it. "Lovely choices you have in your shop sir. I've seen some good small shops and I must say yours is one of my preferred."

"I'm glad to hear that sir. May I ask your name sir?"

"James Evan. Looking for that special trinket for a girlfriend. She's just so darn picky you know? Parent's choice in wife, not mine. But parents know best, don't they? Now she's made specifics on what to get her for Christmas. Can you believe that? As if she didn't trust her own future husband. If she doesn't trust me enough to pick out her Christmas gift she could tell her father she doesn't want to marry me and we could get out this marriage. But no. You know what I'm talking about?"

"Ah, yes sir."

"Yes."

"I wouldn't believe that she doesn't like your taste. That is a fine ring you have there," the owner pointed out.

"Oh yes. Thank you. From a long lost love of mine. The woman I would have adored to be marrying. But a poor commoner she is apparently. My parents didn't like her and shipped her off, out of my life and left me with Hannah. The hornet."

"I once had a love to. I got to marry her though. For fifty years. Almost lost her once but it was love that saved her. But it wasn't enough to save her the second time I guess. She died but a month ago."

"Oh sir I'm so sorry," Harry said deeply sorry.

"That's alright sir. She was old, as am I. It was better for her. At least she didn't have to live through this horrible time. People are whispering everywhere of horrible things happening so suddenly. People are hearing and talking about something coming. Word of horrible news that no one has heard but knows is coming. I think it's all nonsense of course. People talk about anything as long as it amuses them and makes it seem like something interesting was happening in their life time."

"I think something interesting happens in everyone's life time. You got to meet the love of your life and keep her for fifty years. Some people don't get a happy ending but they can't say they died without a fascinating life."

"What a strongly opinionated young man you are."

"I know. My father yells at me for it a lot. He says it's not my strong point and I should stick to jewelry because my opinions will never make political headlines."

"Well you sure are having an interesting life."

"Yeah. You have no idea."

"James, are you finished yet? This is getting boring. I still have to pick up a new set of robes. I will not be seen wearing my worn ones from last year's Christmas party," Fish said, sounding utterly egotistical.

"Hold on Jacob. Um, it was lovely talking to you sir. You know; I would love to buy this ring from you. It is utterly stunning. But I don't think my girlfriend deserves such a beautiful ring." The man smiled. "But I will take that one silver band right there. The plain one."

"Are you sure sir? It's a beautiful ring but won't she get angry."

"Well, maybe she'll complain to her father and the curse will be broken," Harry smiled.

"Yes sir." He took the canary diamond and locked it up before taking out the other ring and wrapping it up. "That will be 40 ₤." Harry handed him over one bill and took his change and the ring and wished him happy holidays before leaving with his friends.

"My god Harry. You're a good liar," Ron complimented

"Just keep them talking. I like talking to people. Getting them to admit their past. It's a feature Bonnie admires in me. Not as much as my hair but one of her favorites."

"What are you doing with the ring?" Ron asked.

"Well, the box is for you," he said unwrapping the box and taking out the ring. He took the ring from Ron and put it in the box and wrapped it back up with a twitch of his fingers. He handed it back to Ron. "The ring will be just an addition to Bonnie's present. It was pretty cheap."

"40₤ is cheap?" Ron asked.

"Well, it wasn't as much as the rare canary diamond. I'll make it a promise ring or something. Girls like that."

\-\

"So what are you getting Harry?" Ginny asked.

"I'm not sure. What do girlfriends get their boyfriends for Christmas?" she asked as they wandered the streets looking for good shops.

"I don't know. Ginny's the only one who's had a boyfriend," Hermione said looking to her.

"Well, for Michael, I got him a whole bunch of candy. And that satisfied him for five minutes and then we ended up snogging for a long time."

"That's great Ginny. Way to feel good about yourself. Giving yourself and candy as a Christmas present," Hermione said.

"Well, it was Michael. I wasn't sure what to get him."

"What are you getting Fish?" Bonnie asked, hooking her elbow.

"I don't know. I don't know him that well. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know. Don't you like him?"

"He's nice."

"I think he likes you. I've seen the way he looks at you. It's so cute. He's never looked at anyone like that. Though I wasn't there while he was being a slut but Harry said he doesn't really like most of them. I mean, he was dating Hanna. She's not a choice girl for a serious relationship. But you. Oh you would be so cute together."

"I don't think so, Bonnie."

"Why not?" Hermione asked, hooking her other elbow. "You've dated worse."

"I didn't say he was a bad guy. He's cute, and he's nice. But he doesn't like me that way. I'm sure of it. Now, what are you two getting your boyfriends?" she asked changing the subjects.

They both sighed.

"Lifetime supply of Tootsie Rolls?" Bonnie guessed.

"Maybe you should think more non food items. Hermione?"

"Um… a glass piece chess set?"

"Hmm, that could work. Good choice Hermione. Bonnie?"

"Uh, I don't know. This was easier when I wasn't dating him. There wasn't as much expectation. What do you get the guy who brought you back from death?"

"Harry has to make everything so complicated doesn't he?" Ginny asked, lying her head on Bonnie's shoulder.

"Well he does. What do you get him? He has almost everything. Fame, fortune, fans, the power to bring people back to life. What else does he need?"

"Did he ever tell you that he wanted something?" Hermione asked.

"He told me this morning he needed to know I trusted him to protect me. That's practically all. I mean, he doesn't want sex. Fish says he's still completely against it. Not that I would give that to him," she clarified. "He doesn't need expensive gifts, he can make his own fabulous art―" She stopped suddenly. "Art. Harry's an artsy person. If I can find one great book on Leonardo Da Vinci, he'll love me forever. To the used bookstore and then to the library of France."

"What are you going to do?" Ginny asked as they ran. "Buy it off the library?"

"If I have to."

"In two hours?" Hermione asked.

\-\

The boys sat at the table in a French version of the Three Broomsticks. A table outside the café, drinking French butterbeer. "Where are they?" Harry asked, twirling a ring box around in his hand. "They're a half-hour late. You don't think something happened do you?"

"Harry, you're such a worry wart. The chances of something happening to three witches, especially being Bonnie, Ginny, and Hermione, is quite low," Fish said.

"You're right. They're fine." He took another drink of his butterbeer.

"Girls, are you going to help me carry this?" they heard from down the street. Three girls were giggling as they tried to carry an obviously heavy bag down the street.

Harry stood up and walked over to them. "Doing alright here?"

"Harry, go away. You can't catch sight of your present. Shoo."

"I promise not to look. But do you want me to help you with that?" They all let go of the bag. It was hard to carry it all the way from the library. Harry forced himself not to look in the bag and carried it easily over to the table. Bonnie smiled and followed behind her strong boyfriend. Harry set it down by her seat at the table and sat down beside it. Bonnie sat down beside him and the girls took their seats. "Have fun shopping ladies?"

"Ginny and I found out how good Bonnie's negotiating skills are," Hermione said. "You better be thankful Harry. She worked very hard for your Christmas present."

"I'm sure I'll love it," he said, kissing her cheek. "Would the ladies like a drink? I'm paying."

"Love one."

Harry called over the waitress and ordered a round of strawberry butterbeer. They all chatted and laughed around the table, talking about nothing and what they would be doing for Christmas.

"Alright. Maybe we should split up now. We've all drunk quite a bit so we should leave. We'll go in twos that way there's no way we haven't already bought for the person we're with. I'll go with Bonnie, Ron and Hermione, Ginny you go with Fish and the chances of Tim and Tom not having presents already is not a chance at all. Right boys?"

They nodded.

"Good. Is everyone agreeing on the pairs?"

They all nodded and Fish and Ginny looked at each other funny.

"Good. Let's go." He set money on the table, took Bonnie's hand and grabbed her bags to pull her away. Ron and Hermione left after in a different direction. Tim and Tom hooked arms and sent off together. "We're meeting back here in an hour!" Harry yelled.

Ginny and Fish sat at the table looking away from each other. Fish leaned onto the table resting his chin on his folded arms and looked up at her. "So who are you left shopping for?"

"Um. No one. I'm finished. I got most of my gifts while we were at Hogsmeade."

"Oh." He sat up. "Well I have to look for my counselor. He said we're all supposed to send him something for Christmas or he's going to sell us to the U.S. of A. Would you like to help me look for something?"

"Sure," she smiled. They both stood up and walked from the table. "Why would your counselor tell you that you have to buy him a present? Aren't most of you…."

"Poor? Yeah, but if we can steal him something expensive he'll make more money that day. Schools are retarded aren't they?"

"I don't know. I've only ever gone to Hogwarts and… well I feel pretty safe there."

"Lucky you."

"Isn't your school supposed to be making you a better person?" Ginny asked. "Like, not stealing things and making a contribution to society?"

Fish snorted. "You sound like my step father when he's sober. But no. The school is there so that over the school year we have something non-destructive to do. Social services pick you up from your sloppy home while your mother's passing out on the couch, a stick of weed between her fingers as she drools over wheel of fortune. They take you away and have your parents sign you over to the government later that week when they're not drunk."

"Why are you telling me all this? You hardly know me."

"I want you to know that I'm not embarrassed about my home life. It's a mess and I really don't care. Because I'm not."

"I wasn't judging."

"I know that. But it's how I greet new people. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"It's okay." She smiled at him and hooked her arm with his and laced their fingers. "Let's go shoplift a piece of crap for your counselor and put a curse on it."

"What a wonderful idea. Let's get going."

\-\

Harry walked into the small shop pulling Bonnie behind him. "Harry why are we going in here?" Bonnie asked.

"The guy who sells cheap tickets works here," he whispered. "An employee of the shop a few doors down told me."

"Oh."

"Just go look around okay?" He kissed her cheek and let go of her hand.

"Alright, but don't let go of that bag." Harry pushed her away and headed up to the counter.

"Can I help you?" asked a young man, coming out from the back room.

"Yeah. I need tickets to the She Wants Revenge concert."

"What makes you think I have them?"

"A little birdie told me."

"Yeah? And your name?"

"St. Jimmy."

The boy stood straight again. "How many?"

"Eight."

"Eight? I don't have eight man."

"I know for a fact you hold at least ten."

"Alright. But I won't be able to give them to you for less then 15₤."

Harry set a bill on the counter and pushed it over to him. He took it and grabbed the tickets from under the counter. He counted them out and pushed them over to Harry. "Thank you sir."

"Yeah. If you ever need to buy eight tickets again, go find someone else." He then walked to the back of the room again.

Harry put the tickets in his pocket and went back over to Bonnie who was leaning against the back wall finding nothing interesting being sold in the shop. He wrapped his arm around the front of her waist and leaned in to kiss her neck. "So where to now?" he asked, his voice muffled in her neck.

"I don't have anyone else to shop for. You?"

"Nope." He kissed her neck again and moved up. He gently tugged at her ear and kissed behind her ear. His tongue slipped out to caress the skin and move down the side of her neck with sensual kisses.

"Harry, we can't snog in the middle of the store," Bonnie whimpered, as Harry gently nipped her skin.

"Why not?"

"Because it's unsanitary," she breathed.

"I'm sorry. Would you like to go find the car for an hour?" Harry asked, pulling his lips away from her neck and putting his forehead to hers.

"Mmm…. Okay." Harry moved her in front of him and led her out of the shop. They headed back to the car to see their driver fast asleep against the window. "You know, anyone could steel our car," Bonnie said, disgusted with the help.

Harry opened the door to the car and she climbed in first with him right after. Harry set the bag on the floor and didn't waste any time pulling Bonnie to him. He pressed his lips to hers passionately and slipped his hand under her knees to slip her onto his lap. He slowly laid her back on the leather seats kissing her passionately, showing her his love through his kiss.

"This is so improper of me," Bonnie said, as Harry occupied himself with her neck. "Letting you snog me in the back of my father's car."

"Yes, well, you knew I was a naughty little boy," Harry said to her and kissed her forehead and collected her lips and ran his hand through her hair.

"My mother would have a heart attack if she knew I let a boy snog me in the back seat of the car," she said, then giggled as Harry kissed a sensitive spot on her neck.

"Well we won't tell her then. Stop talking," he said, lowering her chin and taking her lips sensually.

Forcing herself to ignore the arousal he was causing in her mouth she gently pulled out of the kiss. "Harry we should stop."

"We just started," he smiled, leaning up to kiss her lips again.

"Harry I'm serious," she said trying to pull away. Harry's hormones were taking over and he continued to pressure her. "St. Jimmy cut it out!" Harry moved off of her quickly, angry with himself for letting his hormones take over. He moved to the other side of the car.

Bonnie sat up, taking her breath and patting her skirt between her legs watching Harry silently yell at himself. She crawled over to him on the seat and looked him over lovingly. "I'm sorry Harry," she said, folding down his collar to kiss his neck. "I know you just want to be close to me," she consoled, wrapping her arms over his shoulders and running her fingers into the collar of his shirt. "But maybe the backseat of my father's car is not the best place to be close," she consoled, her voice muffled by his neck.

"I know. But we don't have too many choices do we?" Harry said with his head still lowered.

Bonnie kissed the back of his neck. "Harry, are you okay? Ever since this morning you've been kissing me like a mad person every chance we have alone. And asking me if I know you'll take care of me. Are you scared?"

"Let's go get a butterbeer," Harry said reaching for the handle.

"No," Bonnie reprimanded, smacking his hand away. "Harry, you have to talk to me," she said, cuddling him. "Why do you think you need to protect me from… Riddle?"

"That's Voldemort. And, I had a nightmare where Voldemort told me he was going to kill me and… he was going to keep you for his prize."

"Yeah I know."

"What?" Harry asked, quickly moving her in front of him.

"Well after Malfoy kidnapped me I woke up and he started telling me how he was going to save me for his prize when he won the war because that's what you were doing. Keeping something pure for a consolation prize. And he would ruin something pure as a consolation prize. Like getting revenge."

"He told you that? And you didn't tell me?"

"Well I didn't want you to get scared. It's nothing Harry."

Harry didn't look very comforted.

"I'll be okay Harry. Are you worried about you?"

"No, I'm not worried about me," he groaned looking away.

"Well I am." She pulled him into a hug to cuddle him. "I love you Harry. I won't let you get hurt. And if you don't want me to kill you, you'll stop telling me you still believe in your youthful death." She stroked his hair on the back of his neck as he slowly put his arms around her and rubbed her back feeling her shaking.

"Bonnie, it's okay," he soothed. "Everything will be alright."

Bonnie began crying into his shoulder. "I don't want you to die Harry."

"Shh, Bonnie it's okay," he soothed, rubbing circles on her back. "Everything's alright, Pet."

"But― you― said―"

"Forget what I said okay!" he said, to get her to stop crying. "I was wrong. I'm not going to die."

"You can't promise that," she whimpered.

"Yes I can. Bonnie look at me," he said, taking her shoulders and holding her up. She looked down, not wanting him to see her face stained with tears. He wiped her tears gently with his thumb and lifted her chin to look at him. "Bonnie, I'm not going to die. Okay? Everything will be all right Pet, I promise. I won't let Voldemort take you away from me and I won't let him take me away from you. Okay?"

Bonnie sniffed and nodded slowly. She quickly wrapped her arms around Harry again and continued to cry. Harry sighed and decided to just let her cry it out if she needed to. "It's okay. Come here," he said softly. He lifted her onto his lap and rubbed her arms. "It's all right Pet," he said, rocking her slowly. He kissed her forehead.

\-\

Half an hour later, when they were supposed to be meeting up with the others Bonnie had stopped crying but still clung to Harry, worried he might die if she let go.

"Bonnie, love, we have to get going. Our friends are going to wonder where we went. Are you going to be okay?"

"Yes. I'll be alright," she mumbled though she didn't let go.

"Pet you have to let me go if we're going to get out of the car." Bonnie slowly slipped her arms away from his neck and looked down as she slipped off his lap.

"Do I look like crap?" she asked, looking up at him.

"No. Your eyes are just a little red," he said gently stroking her cheek.

"Can you tell I've been crying?" she asked. Her voice was still a bit raspy from crying.

"No."

She smiled nervously at him. "Sorry for breaking down on you like that. I guess we didn't really talk and it just sort of hit me. The fact that you could die and all. I know it should have hit me sooner, seeing as how you point out your early death all the time."

"I didn't know that it was really bothering anyone that much. I'll stop saying it, okay?" She could only nod.

"I didn't mean to start crying on you like that though. I'm sure I got your shirt wet."

"No, it's okay. What are boyfriends for?"

She smiled at him thankfully. He took her hand and they climbed out of the car. Bonnie took a quick look in the mirror before leaving with him. They walked quietly to the café with their fingers laced together and met up with their friends. They were already sitting down waiting for them but they hadn't ordered anything yet. They both sat down with their friends.

"Finally you're here," Fish complained. "It only took you forever."

"Sorry. We got caught up," Harry excused.

"Bonnie are you alright?" Ginny asked, noticing her eyes were a bit red.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Ginny turned to Harry accusingly. "What did you do?"

"Nothing. She's fine," Harry said, giving her a look telling her not to talk about it. Ginny got the hint and they turned to a different topic while ordering lunch. Nobody brought up Bonnie looking like she had been crying after that. When they were finished eating they chatted for a bit and then paid and left for the car. They all climbed in, turned on the radio and talked on their very slow journey back to the castle.

\-\

Christmas came before they knew it. All the presents were set under the tree from the night before. The tree was full of presents in shiny wrapping and the tree was perfectly decorated with fancy jewels and ornaments. The whole castle was decorated for the day of celebration. They all met downstairs in the dining room early in the morning. Too early for most of the guests. Apparently not early enough for Harry. He clambered down the stairs excitedly with Bonnie behind him looking like she might sit down and go back to sleep on the stairs. Harry came over to his dad and Sirius and put his arms over their shoulders smiling happily as they frowned at the time.

"Isn't it a lovely morning?" Harry asked.

"Why are you so chipper this morning?"

"Because, we're off to church. The best place to find God's only holy sinners."

"Harry's a big church person," Bonnie said tiredly, resting her head on the table and closing her eyes.

"What's with the glove?" James asked, lifting Harry's gloved left hand as it hung on his shoulder.

"Well at the start of the sermon they always make you shake hands with the people around you. I don't like when people touch me. Especially old clammy people who are only there to greet death through God." He shivered and pulled away from them to walk down the rest of the table. "Morning mum," he said, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

"Morning darling," she said quietly, still being tired herself. She smiled up at her husband who was eyeing Harry strangely.

"I have never gone to church," Sirius said. "My parents worshiped Satan."

"Did they now?" Jackeline asked, walking into the room. Sirius looked up at her nervously. "Well, we'll just have to make this a good experience for you." She took his hand and they walked out of the room with everyone else getting up and following behind.

"Church is great Sirius," Harry remarked as they made their way outside. "Though I don't really pay attention the way I'm supposed to. I go for the wine and to find holy sinners I'll remember to whack with a pole. Oh wait I can't do that anymore. I'm too old. Oh well," he said happily, walking outside and heading to the car where a much younger driver was. Jackeline wouldn't want to get to church late in exchange for safety. "Come on. Let's get a move on."

"Harry calm down," Bonnie said, sitting close to him and resting her tired head on his overexcited shoulder. He was dressed better then usual; wearing regular sized black trousers that didn't hug every body part and a black dress shirt that he had already folded the sleeves to his elbows. "It's just church. We won't miss anything."

The car began to take off and Harry lost his energy for the time being and rested his head on Bonnie's waiting to get to church. When they got their, an old classic French cathedral of course, they all climbed out of the car and walked up as the cars drove away to park. They were greeted at the front by the priest.

"Lovely group you have here Jackeline," he said shaking her hand with both of his.

"Thank you. I would like you to meet Mr. Sirius Black. He has never been to church before. I was hoping I could show him how nice it is with your lovely sermons father."

"Oh, thank you child." He turned to Sirius. "Mr. Black. Are you a Catholic?"

"Uh… well my parents were… well I don't have a religion I guess."

"Your parents were?" he asked.

"Satanist."

"Oh," he said worriedly.

"But I did not follow in their footsteps whatsoever."

"Well let's hope. Please join us."

Sirius breathed a sigh of relief as Jackeline led him in.

"And St. Jimmy," the priest smiled. "I haven't seen you since you were ten years old. How long has it been now?"

"Six years," Harry smiled politely. In retrospect the priest had always creeped Harry out but he never said anything.

"Well it's good to have you back."

"Good to be back sir," he smiled, shaking his hand.

"Bonnie," he greeted with a smile and she followed Harry inside. They walked to the side of the church while others were walking right in to the pews. Harry walked to the candles. He lit two and kneeled down to pray. Bonnie stood waiting for him to finish. He stood up, took her hand and went over to the pews beside his father. Fish sat down on the other side of Bonnie with Tim and Tom and Ron and Hermione and Ginny beside them. Harry pulled the knee rest down and kneeled to pray again like the others in front of him. Bonnie joined him this time but Fish, Tim and Tom stayed sitting, which made Ginny and Ron a little more comfortable since they weren't familiar with the process.

James watched his son, his hands together, fingers laced tightly while they sat on the back of the seat in front of him. His lips moved as he quietly prayed to God for whatever it was he wanted. James decided to join them and kneeled down and folded his hands. Harry looked to the side to see God had answered one of his prayers.

Lily watched her husband slightly shocked. Her parents had once invited James to church with them and though he went, he refused to kneel and pray to a God he didn't believe in. Harry didn't even ask him and James got down on his knees because he thought it would make Harry happy. She watched her son notice his father kneeling beside him and he smiled. She guessed James was right.

A few minutes later Harry and James sat back in their seat while Bonnie was still kneeled. She sat a few minutes later and rested her head on Harry's shoulder. The priest came up and stood at the front.

"Happy Christmas everyone. We are joined here today to celebrate the birth of Christ our savior. Today we have a few new faces. Jackeline has brought many with her to celebrate with us today. Spreading the Christmas cheer with friends, family, and all around us. And also, a face that is not so new. St. Jimmy has decided to join us again."

One couple in the pew tried to leave their seats.

Harry coughed, "sinners," loudly into his fist.

The couple sighed and went back to their seats.

The priest smiled. "We are all very pleased to have him back at church again." He then started his sermon and then they had to stand and sing. Harry didn't but Bonnie did along with Hermione and Ginny, and Tim and Tom decided to join in as well. Jackeline eyed Sirius who wasn't singing. She smiled and shook her head but continued to sing.

Soon they had to shake hands with the people around them. Harry grabbed Bonnie's hand with his ungloved one and kissed her cheek. He shook Fish's and turned to his father who pulled him into a hug. James turned to Sirius and whispered while shaking his hand. "What's the point of this?"

"I'm not sure."

Harry turned to the people in front of him. An old man stood in front of him and he used his gloved hand for everyone else before they sat down. Harry pulled a book out of his pocket and started writing down names.

"You still have that?" Bonnie whispered looking over his shoulder.

"Of course I do. Sinners are everywhere in France. What's that guy's name," he asked motioning to a man three rows in front of him.

"John Frank."

"Ooh, such a sinner."

"Why, what did he do?"

"I have no idea but he's going to do something." Bonnie sighed, rolling her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. Harry put the book back in his pocket and listened to the rest of the sermon. He had to wake Fish when they were supposed to stand and go to the front.

(Anyway!)

After another hour of worship they were all allowed to stand and leave. Harry followed Bonnie out of the pews and they headed outside the church.

"St. Jimmy. Could I speak with you a moment before you leave?" asked one of the men from the church.

Harry kissed Bonnie's cheek and told her to get in the car before walking over to the man. Bonnie watched them talking from the open door of the car, waiting for Harry. James watched his son making sure he got in. Harry nodded to the man and said something. It seemed to be a very tense conversation. Harry patted the man on the shoulder and said something before walking back to the car. Bonnie climbed in and Harry nodded to his father to tell him he was okay. They both got in.

"What was that about?" Bonnie asked as the car began to move.

"Nothing. Just wanted to greet me back," Harry lied. He kissed her cheek again to assure her while taking her hand. "Now we get to go back to the house and open lots of presents."

"Yeah, Harry, your present," Fish said. "Is it sitting under the tree?"

"No. Not yet."

"You didn't put it under the tree yet?" Bonnie asked shocked.

"It'll get there, pet. Don't worry."

\-\

After getting refreshed after church everyone gathered in the living room around the tree. A house elf brought in marshmallows, hot chocolate, and cookies.

"So by the time we finish opening all these presents it will be time for lunch. Maybe even dinner," Cameron said, grabbing one of the cookies.

Harry tried to grab a marshmallow but Bonnie smacked his hand away. "We don't need you hyper."

"You can't tell me what I can and can't eat. We've been through this."

"Marshmallows are pure sugar."

Harry turned to his dad. "Tell her I can eat them if I want to."

James turned to Lily to let her make the decision. Harry pouted at her and gave puppy dog eyes. "Go ahead," she sighed, giving in.

Harry smiled and stuck his tongue out at Bonnie and grabbed a marshmallow off the tray.

"Fine. But I don't want to deal with you when you're all nuts," she said crawling away.

"Oh you still love me when I'm nuts though don't you?" Harry said crawling across the floor and capturing her again.

She yelled and giggled as Harry grabbed her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap. She rolled her eyes and sighed giving in and sitting beside him. Harry didn't remove his arm and grabbed her a marshmallow to offer to her. She took it as Ron and Hermione sat down beside them.

"How do we sort presents?" James asked, looking at the large pile circling the tree. Lucky the living room is so big, he thought.

The doorbell suddenly rang. "I'll get it," Harry said, standing up quickly before anyone else could get it. Bonnie watched him run from the room before shrugging and grabbing a mug of hot chocolate.

"Well I guess we'll just have one person open one present. Or we can have people open all their presents. Or we can all open them at the same time and say thanks later."

"First one sounds good," Lily agreed and so did Mrs. Weasley. (Yes, they're still there.)

They heard the door close and Harry walked back into the room. He stepped over people and set a present on the floor in front of the tree. He then sat down next to Bonnie again and gathered her in his arms.

"We should start with the kids," Lily said.

'Giving each other presents or giving out presents or getting presents?" Cameron asked.

"Getting presents."

"Alright. Bonnie open first then we'll go to Ginny, Hermione etc."

"Ooh, grab the one I just set down. We leave it too long it might die," Harry said.

"It's alive?" she asked surprised. She walked over to her dad who passed her the box. She sat back down beside Harry as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "If it's a snake we are so not supposed to be going out," she said.

Harry laughed. "It's not a snake."

Bonnie looked the box over. "I can't even shake it. I might kill it." She untied the big red bow around the box and opened it. A small whining noise emitted from inside the box. Bonnie looked inside and then pulled away. "You didn't."

"Well I know you said you wanted a cat but… well everyone in the wizarding world has a cat."

Bonnie reached inside the box smiling insanely like she was going to burst and picked up a small fuzzy brown puppy no bigger then her forearm wearing a blue bow on top of its head. It quietly whimpered as she held it. All the girls said "aww" at it. "Harry, it's adorable. I love him."

"And he's not a muggle puppy either. When he gets a little older he'll teach himself how to change color to camouflage into his background."

"Oh I love him," she said, cuddling him close to her while cuddling herself into Harry's arms.

"And you're naming him…" her father questioned.

"Mooshie-mooshie," she smiled. "Because auntie wouldn't let me name any of the other dogs." She stuck her tongue out at her aunt.

"Bonnie, don't stick your tongue out at your aunt," her mother warned. Her aunt smiled in success. Bonnie looked down at her new puppy and talked babyish to him. "You should open your other presents or we definitely won't be eating lunch."

Bonnie set the puppy on her lap and it sat down in her skirt and opened the rest of her presents thanking everyone for them. Then it was Ginny who also thanked everyone for her gifts. Especially Fish's, whom she practically jumped at in excitement when he gave her a beautiful bracelet. It didn't look too expensive so she could be excited that he didn't steal it either. She, now embarrassed that she had wrapped her arms around him, let go of him smiling at him nervously. Then Hermione did the same to Ron when she opened her beautiful necklace. It was simple. A plain circle with a small diamond in the center.

"Well the young men did quite well," Fluer said. "I wonder if the young ladies will do as well."

"Judging us on presents Fluer?" Tim asked.

"Keeping score?" Tom asked.

Fluer glared at them.

"Alright. Tim and Tom can go next," Cameron said. They both collected their presents. From Fish, Harry, and Bonnie they got something in the new electronics department. Harry and Bonnie had it ordered from friends from prodigy school who were working to be scientists at Harvard at the moment. Fish had his own connections. Then Fish got his presents. Harry, Bonnie, Tim and Tom bought him some kind of weaponry. Harry got him a new gun. Empty so that Cameron didn't have to take it away. Ron was enthralled about his new chess set since his old one was decomposing. Then there was Harry. Cameron shoved a very heavy present across the floor but it didn't make it to Harry it was so heavy. Harry went over and lifted it like it was weightless and carried it over to his seat.

"Did you have to get such a heavy present?" he asked Bonnie.

"Trust me you'll like it," she smiled.

Harry peeled off the wrapping paper to find an old book beneath it. The pages were uneven as if they had been torn and put back in. Harry pulled the wrapping paper off the top and traced the title in Italian with his finger. "The Missing Documents and Paintings of Leonardo Da Vinci. Where did you get this?" Harry asked excitedly.

"Well I must say you are one hard person to shop for."

"What do you mean? I would have been happy with some Tootsie Rolls."

"Told you," she said to Ginny. "But no! You got me a puppy. But I went to the library of France and asked very nicely. And since they were actually going to auction it off next week they gave it to me for a very reasonable price."

"They were auctioning Da Vinci?" Harry asked shocked.

"I know! That's why I took it while I had the chance."

"You got me a book on Da Vinci from a vacuum sealed room in the library of France. That is a miracle," he said kissing her cheek.

"Well I don't know whether to be angry at the library or happy. Selling Da Vinci?"

"That's horrible." He looked down at the book. "You know if we continue buying like this we're going to lose a lot of money. We should agree not to spend anything more then… 1oo euros on each other for holidays."

"That's a good thought."

"Agreed?" he asked, holding out his hand.

"Agreed," she said, giving his hand one shake.

"Good because I want a big bag of Tootsie Rolls next year," he said seriously, picking up another present.

"Why don't you just beg for Tootsie Rolls on Halloween?"

"We're getting too old for that. No one's going to give a seventeen year old bunches of Tootsie Rolls."

"What about Easter?"

"Easter is a religious holiday and you know that," Harry said angrily, pointing at her. "There is no candy on Easter, it's sacrilegious."

"Yes, yes, no candy on Easter. I remember because it made for such depressing holidays."

"Well if more people would appreciate the reason we actually celebrate these holidays rather then the fact that they might get candy..."

"You banned candy on Easter Harry?" James and Sirius asked, sounding shocked.

"She's just angry because her father agreed. Besides, there are plenty of other holidays. And we're all lucky I didn't ban presents from Christmas. They're sacrilegious too. It's Jesus' birthday not ours. Plus, this day isn't even his birthday."

He opened the rest of his presents and thanked everyone for them. His parents were surprised when they even got a hug from him. He had been really nice to them all week. Lily couldn't stop smiling. Then the adults opened all their presents. Harry had bought both his parents a cell phone telling them no one should wander without one. "They work inside Hogwarts too."

When everyone had gone through their presents the house elves were cleaning the floor of wrapping paper. Hermione was so busy loving her present and Ron for buying it, that she didn't bother to complain about the house elves working on Christmas.

Prose was sitting on Harry's lap as he and Bonnie occupied one of the couches. Prose was wearing a red bow around his neck to celebrate the holiday, though Harry knew he didn't enjoy it. Mooshie-mooshie sat on Bonnie's lap, growling at Harry's snake and trying to leap at it. Bonnie caught him in mid leap and set him back on her lap. "I love him so much Harry. I can't believe you actually bought me a puppy. He's so cute," she said petting him. She leaned over and kissed Harry sweetly.

"Master," Prose said, annoyed by his lack of caring. Harry pulled away from Bonnie and looked down at his snake. "Master, I don't like this bow. I am a snake, not the cute little puppy sitting in your girlfriend's lap. I don't have the exceeding jaw line to make me smile."

"You're a grumpy little snake," Harry said, pulling off the bow.

"It's our nature to be grumpy master. Not coddle you," he said disgusted as he watched the small dog lick Bonnie's face making her giggle.

Harry shook his head and stroked the top of Prose head with his thumb and watched Bonnie giggle.

Harry collected hot chocolate off the tray as it passed by and took a sip. "Cold." He lit his fingers on fire and pressed it to the glass heating it up.

"Harry," Cameron said, walking back into the room. "Now that we're all in the Christmas spirit, why don't you play us all something on the piano while we're waiting for dinner to finish?"

"Do I have to?" he asked.

"It would be nice," he smiled.

"Yes Harry, it would be nice," Bonnie agreed. "Your parents still haven't heard you play."

"They don't want to," Harry said.

"Yes we do," Lily and James said.

Harry sighed. "Fine." He stood, setting Prose on the couch, and headed over to the black, grand piano beside the tree. "Anyone have a request? Maybe a Christmas song. Not that it will be recognized."

"Ooh, play Mary Had a Little Lamb," Bonnie offered.

"Any other requests?"

"Why don't you just play Santa Claus is Coming to Town. Gabrielle will enjoy it," Cameron suggested.

"Okay." He turned around and Gabrielle sat down behind the bench watching him play. "Bonnie why don't you sing?" Harry asked, patting the top of the piano for her to sit.

"Are you kidding? I haven't sung since you were ten. I'm probably out of touch."

"You're all making me play the piano when I haven't played in six years either. I'm sure you can sing." He again patted the piano.

"Fine," she said, walking over to the piano and sitting on top of it. "You owe me now."

"Fine I owe you." He started playing and Bonnie began to sing in a mesmerizing voice. Everyone watched with a smile on their face thinking how perfectly the two fit together. Everyone else soon began to join in.

Harry was trying to be on tempo but so many years of being forced to play as fast as he could made playing it slow hard. Bonnie sang and Ginny and Hermione joined in and Lily as well. When the song was over Harry turned around. "Well that was beautiful. Should we all go back to whatever we were doing before I started playing crappy music?"

"Play something really hard," Sirius said. "That's what you do isn't it? You said they fed you sugar so you would play Mozart really fast."

"Yes they did."

"So play that."

"No," Bonnie said, "it's funner when you make something up off the top of you head."

"It takes a minute." Everyone stayed silent as Harry rolled his eyes and thought for a few seconds, resting his fingers on the piano. He then started playing something no one had ever played or heard before. A beautiful sound came from the piano for another five minutes before they were called away for dinner. Harry stood up as they all began to leave the room. His mother pulled him into a hug and kissed his head. "That was beautiful darling," she smiled before heading into the dining room. His father pulled him into a hug for reasons Harry didn't get and left silently for the dining room. Bonnie came over to him and took his arm.

"See, that wasn't so hard was it? I'm sure you enjoyed showing off to your parents didn't you?" she smiled.

"Oh yes, I'm sure you could just feel my radiating enjoyment." Bonnie leaned up to kiss his lips.

"Come on. Let's go eat and stuff ourselves full of delicious food."

\-\

That night Harry crawled into his own bed alone, as did everyone else. He began falling asleep only to be joined an hour later by someone crawling into his bed. He was fast asleep when Bonnie crawled into bed beside him. She missed the feel of having him hold her while she was asleep and the feel of his body heat surrounding her while she slept. She crawled up to his back and curled up against him under the covers to see if she could gather his warmth without waking him up. Slowly she fell to sleep with Mooshie-mooshie sleeping at her feet.

\-\

Harry woke the next morning about to climb out of bed when he felt someone leaning up against his back. He turned over to find Bonnie sleeping happily and calmly in his bed. Before climbing out of bed he turned over to face her. He kissed her forehead and tucked her curls behind her ear and she surprisingly didn't wake up. He stroked her bare shoulder and down her small pale arms. She was wearing a small nightgown and Harry could run his fingers over her thigh, which was as silky smooth as her arms. He quickly pulled his hand away from her feeling sinful thoughts creep into his mind and he felt himself enjoying her too much. He quickly climbed out of bed and kissed her forehead before quickly going to the bathroom to run a freezing shower.

When he came back from the bathroom she was awake, sitting up in his bed still waking up. She looked over at him. "Good morning. Sorry, I crawled in with you this morning thinking you wouldn't mind. But I didn't want to wake you up."

"That's okay." He went over to her and gently kissed her lips but pulled away faster than usual, afraid of his sinful thoughts coming back with her sitting on his bed in her tiny nightgown. She was very tempting but he forced himself to look away.

Bonnie knew what he was doing and decided to give him a break. She told him she would meet up with him in the hall and left to go change.

\-\

The next night, Bonnie didn't have the chance to fall asleep in Harry's bed; as soon as all the adults went to bed the kids came back out of their rooms. They snuck outside their rooms and followed Harry down the hall to sneak out of the house for the concert. Harry hijacked one of Cameron's least used cars and drove to the building. It was rundown and creepy looking like a dark club, which it was. Harry and Fish had to drag Ron and Hermione inside.

"Come on you goodie goodies. It only looks this way. It's not so bad once you're on the inside," Fish persuaded.

"Harry, I do not fit the profile for this club. I'll get the shit beat out of me."

"No, listen you just said shit. That's a good sign. You swear a lot. I hear Ron. You're a bad boy at heart I know it. Why do you think Hermione's dating you?"

"Because I'm not a bad boy at heart?"

"Look, Fish is already changing your clothes. See. You look awesome Ron. You're not going to get beaten to a pulp. And if someone threatens you for some odd reason, you have St. Jimmy and his gang who are now very well known around the world thanks to Elle Girl magazine."

Ron looked at his clothes to find himself wearing black jeans and wife beater and a black button up T-shirt over it and black hightops. Hermione was wearing something that looked more Bonnie's style but Ron had to admit his girlfriend looked totally hot. He gave in and let Harry lead him into the club.

Harry put his arm over Ron's shoulder. "Come on Ronnikens. We'll get you a beer and you'll feel loads better." Ron sighed and followed him up to the front. They shoved through the line of the crowd. "Get out of my way, thank you. Please move. Hello ladies! Move. Don't touch me. Thank you," Harry said to the people that he passed making his way to the front with his friends.

"Get to the back of the line shorty," said the guard at the line.

"St. Jimmy and crew," Harry said, showing his tickets.

The man lifted the velvet rope. "Welcome to the Grudge St. Jimmy sir," he said letting them pass. The people in line groaned. "Shut up. Give Jimmy some respect."

The group made their way into the club. People were dancing around on the bottom floor as the DJ played blasting music from the stereos hanging from the ceilings as the band was setting up. Cages hung from the ceiling around the club dance floor with half-naked women dancing in them. Harry put his hand on Ron's shoulder. "I can now fully appreciate the beauty of this club," he said, watching the women dancing. Harry turned to Ron and Hermione. "If you decide to drink, here are your fake ids."

"You're not giving one to Ginny are you?" Ron asked.

"No. They serve non-alcoholic drinks." Bonnie grabbed his arm and pulled him into the crowd. "Have fun." Bonnie and Harry made it to the center of the crowd to dance.

Fish turned to Ginny. "Wanna dance?"

She smiled. "Sure." He took her hand and pulled her into the crowd.

Ron turned to Hermione, who he still couldn't believe looked as hot as she did. Bonnie, Hermione and Ginny had all dressed together, borrowing Bonnie's dress-up clothes. Hermione had her hair half up and half down, wavy and smooth. Bonnie had put a little eyeliner and lip gloss on her and put her in a deep blue corset shaped top and a skin tight black skirt. She'd felt a little uncomfortable wearing so little clothing but after seeing Ginny in the short, short, shimmery skirt and no tights and a tight, low cut tank that was open in the back except one strap across the back that held it on; and then Bonnie's outfit, for her religious boyfriend, a short, high waisted red skirt, light black thigh-highs, ankle boots and a black tanktop, she felt like she was dressed less like a slut. "Wanna dance?" Ron asked, after looking her up and down.

"I'd love to." She pulled Ron out onto the dance floor.

Tim and Tom turned to each other. "Search?"

"Search." They both headed to the bar to search.

\-\

After an hour the band came on stage and everyone began screaming as the band started to play everyone's favorite song. Tear You Apart. Harry and Bonnie danced and continued to after the song was over. Harry was trying to release as much energy as possible and get control over his hormones again by working it off on the dance floor. When Bonnie felt she couldn't breathe anymore she forced Harry off the dance floor with her and they headed to the bar where everyone else was waiting.

"Hey. Having a little too much fun," Fish said. "I think Bonnie's lungs deflated out there," he said as Bonnie ordered a glass of water and downed in half a second. "You really shouldn't drink that fast Angel. You can drown yourself."

Harry smiled and held up two fingers to the bartender for two beers. The bartender set them down. "Bonnie, you want?" Bonnie took the beer and they said cheers before downing it. "Are we gonna have to drag you home now?"

"No. I'll down it."

"Wanna get back on the dance floor?" he asked.

"No. I need to rest for a second Harry. We've been dancing for hours."

"Is someone trying to drown out their hormone problems?" Fish asked. Harry kicked him from under the bar. "I was just asking."

"Ask quieter. St. Jimmy isn't supposed to have controlling hormones," he said quietly.

"I'm sure we could rage your hormones," said a seductive voice from behind them. Harry and Fish turned around to see two women standing behind them in quite skimpy outfits, skirts that hardly covered anything and something that might just be their bras.

"Hey," Harry said.

"Hi," the one blond said, leaning forward between his open legs. "You wanna dance?" she asked seductively.

"He's taken," Bonnie said standing from her stool at the bar to pull the girl off her boyfriend.

"Who the hell are you? I was talking here."

"His girlfriend. Why don't you bitches go work another corner!" she said defensively. They both looked at her strangely and finally looked away. Harry smiled at his girlfriend and was about to speak but she interrupted. "What was that?"

"What? She came on to me."

"And you just said hey! When sluts come up to you like that your first words should be, "I. Have. A girlfriend."

"Bonnie."

"You stay. I'm going to dance. Come on girls," Bonnie said pulling Ginny along with her.

"What was that about? I wasn't hitting on anyone!"

"Get a girlfriend and all of a sudden they're more in tune with who's hitting on you," Ron explained, taking the bar stool Bonnie had deserted. "While you were in the library with Merlin Hermione started her new hatred for Lavender claiming she was hitting on me. It's creepy. You know how Hermione is when she's pissed."

"But Bonnie's never pissed at me. I didn't even do anything to her," he said sadly. "Watch my beer Fish. I can't leave her on the floor alone. Who knows what kind of perves are hip-hop dancing with our girlfriends while listening to She Wants Revenge?" He stood and headed onto the dance floor to find his girlfriend. Ron and Fish quickly followed after thinking about it.

Harry found his girlfriend and the girls in the center of the crowd being crowded by three guys who were not in tune to the beat of the music and only trying to grope his girlfriend.

"Hey dude, would you like to step up to the beat and get off my girlfriend?" Harry asked, stepping between the boy and Bonnie. The guy was obviously seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Mate, get your own. I'm busy," he said shoving Harry out of the way.

Harry laughed stepping between them again. "I don't think you get it. She already is mine. You should get your own."

"Look man," he said annoyed and obviously American from his accent. "She didn't seem to mind, so maybe your girl is looking for some new action. Now, why don't you get out of my way."

"She's not looking for any action from you, man." The guy lifted his hand back and came at Harry to punch him. Bonnie and Hermione screamed. Harry grabbed the guy's fist, twisted it back and pulled back his fist and slammed it into his face.

"Harry!" Bonnie yelled. She grabbed his shoulders to keep him from punching the guy again.

"Dude, what is your problem?" the guy said, holding his nose with his free hand. "Let go of my wrist. I think you broke it!"

Fish came over and pried Harry's fingers off the guy's arm. "Sorry, he's not good with people hitting on his girlfriend," Fish said trying to pull Harry away.

"Well he should get used to it. She's totally hot!"

Harry came back to punch him again but Fish grabbed his arms and pulled him back through the crowd making sure the girls followed. Fish sat Harry down in his seat at the bar. "Now calm down. Did you have too much beer?"

"I'm not using that bathroom Fish. I'd rather keep it down," Harry said.

"Harry, are you drunk? What's with you?" Bonnie asked.

"Talk about letting someone hit on you," Harry said.

"What are you talking about? Harry we were in the middle of the crowd, people are bound to get close."

"Yeah, that's why he was trying to hump you," Harry said.

"He was not! Jimmy, you're over reacting."

"So were you. I didn't say one word to those girls before you sent them away yourself. Then you yell at me."

"Um, we're all going back to the floor," Fish said, shoving the other three away from Harry and Bonnie who had never fought besides their little spat in French when they 'broke up.'

Bonnie turned back to Harry who had turned to the bar ordering another beer. She sat down beside him. "Harry, I'm sorry I over-reacted when that girl was hitting on you. I guess I'm just so happy we're together that I don't want anything to get between us. I was worried."

"You don't have to be. Nothing will get between us, I promise." He turned to her. "I love you more then anyone else. You know that. At least I hope you know that." She nodded as he caressed her cheek. "And I'm sorry I'm so over-protective that I have to break every guys wrist who gives you the wrong look. But you have to admit you were a little naïve."

"I admit I was a little naïve," she mimicked, rolling her eyes.

Harry smiled at her. "We are not a bar couple. We're more of a couple who goes to bars with friends."

"We can be a bar couple. But when one of us leaves the floor the other does to. And we should sit next to each other so people know we're dating. And… yeah."

"We have to go with the rules at the bar?" Harry asked. Bonnie nodded. "Alright," he put a foot up on one of the steps on her stool, "I agree." He leaned forward and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Though Bonnie enjoyed it she pulled away. "What's wrong?"

"You're drunk."

"Am not."

"That alcohol is making its way to your system now that you haven't disposed of it."

"I'm not using that bathroom, it looks disgusting," Harry excused. "And I'm not drunk."

"What do you mean it's disgusting, you're just going to throw up in it. And you know alcohol acts like sugar―"

"That was a theory. We've never tested it."

"Cause no one wants to see what St. Jimmy is like drunk. Maybe you shouldn't have that second beer," she warned as he lifted the glass.

"Bonnie, I'm perfectly fine. Don't worry." He drank down his beer and set down the glass. He leaned in to kiss her again but she leaned away.

"I don't want to snog you when you taste like beer."

"When we first kissed you said I tasted like wine. What's the difference?"

"Wine has a sensual taste, unlike beer. Which is disgusting."

"Fine. Dance until I supposedly get drunk?" he asked, stepping off his stool with his hand out for her. She took his hand and followed him to their friends onto the floor.

\-\

An hour later…

"St. Jimmy, come on," Fish said, practically dragging Harry out of the club.

"Fishy, Fishy, Fishy," Harry giggled, moving his finger at Fish. "That's funny."

"This is why you throw up. Not digest the stupid liquid like any normal person," Fish reprimanded.

"Bathrooms were filled with―" hiccup― "spawn, Fish. I couldn't go in there. They'd kill me. Evil little Fishes," he said in an evil voice and then giggled at his own joke. He hiccuped again. It took him a second before he started to giggle again. Fish shoved him into the back seat of the car and everyone got in beside him but Fish pulled Hermione aside.

"Do you know how to drive?"

"Yes."

"Good, you're driving. I had three beers; if I drive I'll get in trouble."

"With who?" she asked incredulously.

"St. Jimmy."

"Jimmy is drunk. I don't think he'll remember you having three beers and driving," Hermione said.

Fish looked at her pleadingly as if he really didn't want to disappoint Harry even though Harry was sitting in the backseat talking about Fishies and giggling. Hermione had to wonder why Fish would want to impress a guy, who was obviously his friend, while the guy was sitting in the backseat drunk. She wondered why they all looked up to Harry like he was their leader. Though Harry did get into some weird stuff at school and saved it a few times, she never thought people would look at him like that. Like they wanted nothing more then to make him proud of them.

"Please," Fish asked.

"Sure, fine. But I must tell you. I didn't get my license. I did read the book very thoroughly though and went through some training."

"You think I have my license. I never even went through driver's training. Never even touched the book. I learned from first hand experience." Hermione shook her head and got in the car only to realize she didn't have keys.

"How do I―"

"Just take those two wires and put them together to make a spark until the car starts," Fish said. Hermione got it to start and drove as carefully as she could without going too slow.

Harry was sitting beside Bonnie in the back of the car with his head rested on her shoulder. He picked up her hand and held it gently in his own and gently pet her hand with his other. "You're so pretty, Pet. I love you."

"I know Harry," she said, patting his hand.

"Did I ever tell you what Fish's real name is?" Harry giggled. "It's funny."

"Jimmy, you say it aloud and I'll… well I'll think of something."

Harry frowned.

"Wait, I thought it was John," Bonnie said, remembering the book.

"It is. Don't egg him on."

Bonnie smiled at him suspiciously but got distracted when Harry's hand dropped to her knee. She was going to smack his hand away thinking he'd finally gone 'St. Jimmy off the deep end'. But then she realized that he had fallen asleep on her shoulder as they drove.

When they showed up at the castle Bonnie woke Harry up only to find him not exactly asleep. Just bored with sitting in the car. Once it had stopped he jumped out and started moving up and down on the balls of his feet. "Come on. Let's go do something fun. Let's make scary masks and go around the neighborhood scaring all the neighbors," he said excitedly.

"Maybe we should get some coffee and then get you to bed, Jimmy," Bonnie said, leading him into the house.

"Let's time how long it takes each of us to run around the house. I'll go first." Fish caught him and continued to lead him back to the castle. "Fine. Let's set all the horses free and set the barn on fire. Let's go dance on the lawn and make mud angels. Ooh that sounds fun."

Everyone stopped dead at the door as they entered. Standing in the hall was all their parents (besides Hermione's). Waiting for them to get back. "Is Harry drunk?" James asked.

"Hey dad," Harry said drunkenly. He hiccuped again. "I didn't throw it up first. But the bathroom was nasty," he said, whispering the last word like a swear. "You don't look very happy. What's up your butt?" He giggled and turned to Fish. "I love that. It rhymes."

"You'll be punished later Bonnie. You can go upstairs," Cameron said.

"But―"

"Go."

Bonnie patted Harry's hand and walked away.

"Ron, Hermione, you can go to," Mrs. Weasley said. They both nodded and Mrs. Weasley led the three of them upstairs.

"You three boys can go to bed to," Bonnie's mother said.

"If I let Harry go, he'll go running around the house. Beer reacts like sugar. And like he said, he didn't throw it up."

James walked over and grabbed Harry's arm and motioned for the boys to head to bed. Fish looked hesitant but knew he would have to. Harry had good parents now. He wasn't allowed to defend him. He walked away and headed to his room. Cameron and his wife left to let Harry's parents deal with him.

"It's no use dealing with a drunk person. Let's go get some coffee," James said to Lily, leading Harry to the dining room. The maid brought Harry a cup of coffee but he didn't seem willing to drink it.

"I'm not thirsty thanks. I had enough at the bar. I thought I would get rid of all my energy dancing but apparently it didn't work. I―"

"Harry, you're drunk. Drink your coffee and then we'll give you your punishment."

"What punishment?" Harry asked, looking scared.

"We'll tell you when you drink your coffee." Harry grabbed the mug and gulped down the coffee and set it on the table and swallowed. "What are you going to do?" he asked, sounding like a small child, though his voice sounded less drunk.

"Well, I don't know how I would ground you. You're on vacation and everywhere you turn you have friends or something to do."

"Could you please? I promise I won't do anything but sit alone in my room and think about my sins. I promise."

"Are you excited about being punished?" James asked, amazed.

"Well this is the first time I'll be punished by you. And the first time my punishment won't involve a beating…. Right?"

"Of course," James said, scared that Harry would even think that.

"Good. So can I be grounded? I've never been grounded before. I've heard people complain about it before though."

James looked to his wife wondering if it was still punishment if your son begged for it. Lily shrugged. "He said he would think about his sins."

"His sins," James mumbled to himself as though the word were a joke. "I guess."

"Cool. I'll go straight to bed and not come down tomorrow."

"Um―"

Harry kissed his mother on the cheek, still smelling like alcohol but he didn't realize that and said goodnight. James turned to his wife. "Did we just get gypped?"

"I don't think so," Lily said confused.

"Maybe we're really bad at this," James said depressedly, putting his face in his hands.

"No, I don't think so. Maybe he just likes being alone in his room to think about his sins."

"Or to fulfill his sins," James laughed.

"James," she said smacking his forehead.

"Oww."

"You're twenty-two. Grow up. Harry's a very spiritual and God worshiping person. Get over the fact that he didn't take after you and worship Merlin."

"I think he takes both religions. He brought Bonnie back to life and I swear I heard him praying to Merlin behind that curtain, thanking him for making the spell."

"I still can't believe he did that. Everyone is coming back to life this year. It's like the miracle year. You, me, Sirius, Bonnie."

"Everyone Harry loves," James pointed out.

"He loves her. It's so sweet. He's so in love with her. It's like you and me. In seventh year of course, being all in love. Always together, always telling me how pretty I am and how much you love me."

"I haven't heard Harry say any of that."

"Well not in front of you. I think he doesn't want to answer any of your questions or show off because he wants to look cool in front of you. It's so cute James," she said clinging to his arm. "He wants to impress you."

"Impress me? I look interested in something he does and he pushes me away."

"Well, maybe he thinks you'll think less of him. But he is. It's so adorable."

"When will we know what the next one will be?" James asked moving his hand up her shirt to her bare stomach.

"In a month. In one week we'll be three months along now."

"You think we could have a little fun tonight? To celebrate our great parenting skills," he asked, leaning in to kiss her neck, moving her hair away from her neck.

"Our son got drunk after he snuck out to a club. Great parenting?" she asked, pushing him away.

"We made him happy about being grounded."

Lily laughed and leaned in to kiss him. "Don't forget the silencing charm."

\-\

Bonnie snuck into Harry's room and set Mooshie-mooshie on the floor as she headed over to his bed. She leaned over him and kissed his cheek. "Harry," she whispered. "Are you awake? Are you sober?" she added as an afterthought.

Harry laughed and rolled onto his back letting her lean over him slightly. "I'm awake."

"And sober?"

"And sober. I downed the coffee in less then a minute. Guess what?" he asked excitedly, sitting up with her.

"What!" she asked, pretending to be as equally excited.

"I got grounded. Isn't that great? All day tomorrow. I'm sitting in my room and thinking about my sins. Isn't that great?"

"Yeah…. Are you sure you're not drunk?"

Harry laughed. "Bonnie this is awesome. For once when my guardians say punishment they don't turn around and slap me. Instead I got grounded. It's like a dream come true. Though Fish won't be too happy about it. His parents started grounding him and then the next day they turned on him and forced cocaine down his throat to hide it from the police. He might be a bit suspicious that my parents are trying to get something out of me but we won't have to worry about that. Isn't this great?"

"It's wicked St. Jimmy. I'm so happy for you." She caressed his cheek gently and smiled at him. She leaned down and captured his lips on hers, only tasting the evaporating alcohol. But she didn't care. Harry's hands roamed down her waist and moved her hips over so she was on top of him. He penetrated her lips with his tongue and searched her mouth, arousing her. Bonnie moaned and moved up to pressure more passion into their kiss. Harry growled into her mouth and pushed her onto her back and straddled her waist. He sat up and pulled off his shirt surprising Bonnie into a smile. She didn't think Harry would ever show skin in his bed with a girl unless he was forced to. She wondered if it would be weird if she asked Fish about this. But the thought was erased from her mind as Harry attacked her neck. Nibbling her ear and kissing behind her ear and lickimg down her pulsing neck taking the scent of her skin as he kissed it.

"I love you," he moaned into her neck.

Bonnie rubbed her hands over his bare chest and couldn't get the words out to respond. Instead she moaned lovingly. Harry smiled against her skin and continued to kiss it. He ran his hands through her hair and lifted her hips again.

"Harry, are you sure you're sober?" she asked, surprised at his forwardness to get so close. He was half-naked in his bed with a girl. Though she had heard about much of his summer she wouldn't expect this. Especially with her.

Harry pulled away and thought about it. "You think we should stop?"

"As much as I enjoy this I think so. Before you start to lose yourself. St. Jimmy is thinking very sinfully tonight, I can tell," she joked.

Harry glared at her and moved onto his side and pulled his shirt back on. "Sorry. Now that I have you it's kind of hard to control myself."

"Do you want me to leave?" she smiled.

"No, you can stay. But you'll have to leave early. My father will probably come to check on me in the morning. And your dad will probably want to give out your punishment."

"I'll most likely get out of it. "Daddy, you know that last month I almost died. Actually I did die. How can you ground your only daughter when this could be the only time you have to spend with her?"" She smiled pleased with herself.

"I don't think that will work."

"I have a backup. "Daddy we never spend any time together! You and mummy are always busy with work."

"Does calling him daddy like when you were five help with your case?"

"Sometimes."

"So, you're going to get out of your grounding by making your father feel guilty but you know in return you're going to have to spend time with your parents. I thought you said you ran out of things to talk about as you got older."

"You have to remember everything everybody says?"

"Maybe. If I didn't I wouldn't be a good St. Jimmy now would I?"

"Not while I'm trying to make a point. I'll find a way to get out of my grounding."

"But if you got grounded, maybe you could sneak into my room and we wouldn't have to sit all by ourselves."

"And what would you plan to do with me in your bedroom when we're all alone?" she joked.

"Now who's having the dirty thoughts?" he laughed tickling her waist and pushing her back under him.