Okay, so I woke up this morning, and I looked in the mirror. Guess what? I'm not J.K Rowling! :O Yeah, so I guess I don't own Harry Potter...

Soon enough, it was almost Christmas, there was a fresh blanket of snow on the ground, and we were having our last trip to Hogsmeade before Christmas. Everyone wanted to go, to my knowledge at least, and one of the only people left behind was my brother. I didn't want to miss another trip, so I decided that I would go on some sort of walk to nowhere in particular with Neville. It was funny how we paired off like that, Ron and Hermione, and me and Neville, but I wasn't one to complain, well, about that anyway. I loved spending time with him. He was an interesting guy. But I already knew that I would be unable to celebrate Christmas with him. We were having a Weasley family celebration, although Harry and Hermione, who were essentially honorary Weasleys, were coming too, because it was my first Christmas as a Weasley, and besides, I needed to get my room sorted out.

As soon as the thestral carriage stopped, I grabbed Neville by the hand, and dragged him into the village. I wasn't even going to waste a second.

"Aura," Neville asked, "Where are we going?" He asked, I was still holding his hand and running through Hogsmeade, you see.

"I don't know!" I half laughed. Hogsmeade seemed to bring out the best in me, or at least it did on that particular day. I just felt so... happy, and I had the best feeling about a day that I had had in a while.

Eventually we stopped running because we were both very out of breath, and I thought that collapsing wouldn't be a great idea. We were right next to a beautiful old oak, and I smiled. We might never have found it otherwise. It wasn't exactly a common route for people to go on, you see.

I looked at Neville, "Maybe, this could be our special place," I said, "I mean, we found it right, all on our own. People will have found it before but... It's nice here... isn't it?" I said, looking at the tree, then him, then the tree, then finally him again and smiling.

"Yeah, I guess that would be nice." He said, smiling back at me.

I wasn't really sure what was going on for a second, but then I looked up, right into his eyes, I mean really looked, for once, and I felt as if I saw right into his heart. I didn't realise it at first, but I leaned in, as did he, until our lips met in the middle, and we kissed, our soft pink lips working in perfect harmony. I had that feeling of butterflies in my stomach, but this was in a good way, I knew that much. That kiss was the best feeling that I had ever had, and in my heart, I knew it was right. So, I pulled away, and ran.

I had a beautiful friendship with Neville, and I wasn't sure if I could let myself ruin it. At least not for a while. Besides, I thought to myself, I'm twelve... am I even old enough for this?

"Aura! Wait, please!" I heard him shout, but I didn't stay... I didn't feel as if I could, or should.

I ran, back in the other way, towards the Shrieking Shack. Hermione told me she was going to go there with Ron, so I thought that I could join them. It was too early to go back, and I didn't need anything from the shops, so that was really one of the only places I could go anywhere.

Just as I got there, I saw a very peculiar sight. Some sort of... invisible force was attacking Malfoy and some of his gang whilst Ron and Hermione just stood there. So, I stayed back, watching from afar.

Eventually, Malfoy and his gang ran off, so I walked down there, just in time to see on and Hermione pulling the invisibility cloak off of Harry. I internally laughed – I should have known better really.

"So, you finally came to Hogsmeade, huh?" I asked.

"I guess I did." He said.

"I thought you were with Neville?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah. I was..." I said. Hermione took the hint, and then left the topic well alone for a while.

"Anyway, Harry, what you did was not funny!" Ron said.

"Hermione," Harry said, "I need to borrow your scarf, to disguise myself, don't I? And your hat too Ron."

"I s'pose." Ron said, "Don't want you getting sent back to school..."

Hermione then took off her scarf and put it on to Harry, and Ron took off his hat and gave it to Harry to put on.

"How did you get here anyway?" Ron asked.

Harry then pulled out a thick bit of folded parchment from his pocket, put his to it, and said "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." And then, the parchment suddenly had all this ink appear, so I knew what it was.

"The Marauders' Map," I said, "You have it?"

"Yes," He said, "How did you know that?"

"It's complicated..."

"Hang on here," Ron said, "Marauders' what?"

"Who gave it to you?" Hermione asked.

"Marauders' Map, Ron. It shows where everyone is in Hogwarts. Fred and George gave it to me."

"Those weasels!" Ron said, "They never told me about it!"

"But Harry won't keep it. I'm sure it's against the rules. You're going to hand it over to Professor McGonagall, aren't you?" Hermione said, practically ordering him to do so.

"Oh yeah," Ron said sarcastically, "along with his invisibility cloak, his exploding snap cards, his..."

Hermione interrupted him, "Oh, shut up!"

We then all walked up towards the main part of the village. It was Harry's first time, after all.

We had gotten to the pub when both Harry and I stopped dead in our tracks, although I knew it was for different reasons.

Neville, Seamus and Dean were there, up past the pub. I was a bit pissed at myself for what I had done, kissed and ran, but I felt as if I couldn't face him again without becoming too embarrassed to function. I didn't want to hurt him, because I really did like him, but I thought that it would be a really good time to be Harry, to have his invisibility cloak at least. I would have run again, but that would have just drawn too much attention to me, and possibly to Harry as well, which would not be a good thing, especially in Hogsmeade.

But at the same second that I decided to ask Harry what he was looking at, and hope that by ignoring him, Neville would just magically go away, he disappeared, under his invisibility cloak.

I looked around, trying to see who he was following, but I didn't have a clue, but thankfully, Ron and Hermione did. They must have been paying attention to him then, which was good.

It appeared that he had followed McGonagall, Fudge, and Madam Rosmerta into the Three Broomsticks, we would have followed them in, if not for the 'No Underage Wizards' sign in the door. At least we were hidden from Neville in the doorway, as horrible as it sounded.

"Why did he go in there?" I asked.

"Didn't you hear?" Ron asked, "Fudge and Rosmerta were talking about him, and Sirius Black too."

"Oh." I said, suddenly understanding that he might be finding out about his godfather being, well, his godfather at that very moment.

"Rory, Ron," Hermione said, "I don't mean to be rude, but it looks a little odd, us being stood in a doorway. I mean, there's a bench over there that we could sit on, isn't there? It's a lot more conspicuous."

We both agreed, and sat on the bench, which also had a clear view of the doorway. Thankfully, Neville had already gone from my sights, which was a plus.

"Rory, is something the matter?" Hermione asked.

I shook my head, "I'm fine..." I lied. But I didn't think she believed me.

"Is this something to do with why you're with us, rather than Neville like you usually are?" She asked.

"Hermione... I'm feeling pretty awful right now. Just don't. And please don't talk to Neville about it either."

"Fine," she said, "But you are one of my best friends. If something's upsetting you..."

"Thanks."

"I'll never understand girls," Ron sighed.

A minute or so later, the door to the pub came bursting open, but no-one came out of it. At least that we could see. So, that could only mean one thing; Harry had heard, and it was he who had come out of the pub.

The three of us quickly searched for his footprint, which we knew he would leave, considering that it had been snowing and all.

We followed them down through the village, and we didn't stop until we knew we had found him, because we had heard him crying. The footprints led to a rock, which we assumed that he was sitting on.

Hermione then went up to my invisible brother, and kneeled down in front of him, gently pulling off his cloak, revealing him and his red, puffy eyes.

"Harry, what happened?" She asked.

"He was their friend, and he betrayed them..." He said, trailing off, "He was their friend!" He paused, "I hope he finds me, because when he does, I'm going to be ready... I'm going to kill him."

"Harry mate, what do you mean?" Ron asked

"He... he was the one who told Voldemort where they were... and he... he's my godfather..."

What a revelation (!) Well, obviously it was to Ron and Hermione, but it wasn't to me. I just wanted to tell them that it was all one big misunderstanding. I knew it was, but I just couldn't tell them. They wouldn't have believed me anyway, not even Hermione.

Yeah - I think Rory made a bad decision there, running away from Neville.

By the way, how obvious was it that I haven't even had my first kiss yet?

Neville and Rory won't be a couple yet though - not till at least the next story. Sorry if anyone had their hopes up.

Well, I said you'd get it soon, and you did, right?

By the way, I completely missed out a chapter. You know when Snape taught DADA that lesson? I just forgot I forgot it. FAIL! So let's just say that she was sick that day, okay?