The quidditch match against the Slytherins and Gryffindors was an exciting affair that took place on Saturday November 9. Both teams were about evenly matched and it was a long drawn out game, which lasted most of the afternoon. However the longer the game lasted the more violent the Slytherins became, foul after foul was awarded to the Gryffindors and soon the score difference increased. Higgs finally caught the snitch, but they were so far behind they only won the game by ten points.

Neville and Ron were depressed the whole afternoon, declaring their disdain that they had lost to the Slytherins. Malfoy of course was ecstatic and wore on his friends' nerves until finally Harry sent a silencer at him, efficiently shutting him up. After that Malfoy stalked off to find his godfather, silencer still firmly in place.

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The first Ravenclaw match took place on the twenty-third against the Hufflepuffs.

While Ravenclaw's strategy was radically different from his old team, he soon became adequate at the precise planned plays and the different styles the players had. Luckily for him he didn't really have to participate in the plays…just catch the snitch.

The match was pretty single-sided as the only player on the Hufflepuff's team with any significant talent was Cedric Diggory, who put up a good fight but Harry easily caught the snitch before Diggory was able to.

With the win by a land slide Ravenclaw was easily in the lead for the quidditch cup. After the game he had been swamped by the Potter clan and Sirius. It was hard to tell who were more excited, Sirius or Jaden and Raidon.

The two boys excitedly chatted to their older brother and Harry discretely sent them over to the Weasley twins who were gazing at James, Remus, and Sirius in what could only be described as awe.

Harry was never able to meet with Narcissa simply for the fact that Lily was hanging on him, and mothering him until dinner when the families left for home.

Sadly to say Harry had ransacked the library and had not found a speck of information that helped his research into the connections that he saw in Dumbledore's office. Furthermore there was next to nothing on contacting any of the spirits, or higher powers. As soon as he got home for the holidays he planned on barricading himself in the Potters' library and searching threw the whole thing until he found something useful.

On a better note though, the occumency lessons with Snape were coming along great. Jamie was 'developing' basic shield by the time Thanksgiving rolled around. How quickly he picked up the art surprised the potions master, but he had heard of people mastering the art faster than his student so he really didn't pay it too much time.

On Thanksgiving (the 28th of November in 91') Harry was surprised when several pecking noises were heard at his bedroom window early in the morning and even more so to see a large basket carried by several owls.

When he opened the window the owls flew over to his bed and landed, waiting patiently for someone to relieve them of their parcel.

Wonderingly he untied the birds from their burden and then picked up the letter tucked into the side of the basket.

His eyes rose as he took in the note's appearance, whoever sent it had a sense of humor since the note was folded into the shape of a turkey.

Harry grinned as he unfolded the letter and began to read the tidy cursive writing.

Jamie,

We are missing you greatly especially at this time of year when families gather to give thanks for all they have. I know how much you always enjoy my Thanksgiving dinner so enclosed is a small bit to tide you over until the holidays. I hope you and your friends will enjoy the special dinner.

Hugs and kisses,

Gran & Pops

P.S. Lily has placed a heating charm on the package to keep the food warm until after dinner at least.

Smiling Harry folded the letter neatly back and placed it in his desk drawer with the rest of the letters he received from home.

From the outside the basket looked to be able to feed a person two or three good meals, so Harry smiled thinking about what he would be eating for lunch and dinner.

Gingerly he pulled back the basket top and gasped at what his grand mother considered a little bit. There was enough food to tide over a small army…it could easily feed up to thirty people!

Draco walked out of the bath room with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still dripping wet.

"What's that?" He asked curiously.

Harry grinned back at his friend before replying, "Dinner."

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During the day Harry wrote several (ok more than several) invitations, twenty-six in all, and sent them out by owl to the students he wished to invite to the little get together. On the invites the time and place were mentioned so every one would know when and where to meet, without bombarding him with annoying questions throughout the day.

The message told them to be on the seventh floor corridor at seven o'clock for the party.

Harry and Draco went to the Room of Requirement to set up for the party, the former lugging the basket while the former whined about this and that.

The large room Harry created was very homey and informal, and reminded him strongly of his grandmother's house; even the smell was comparable, like the pies his grandmother was so fond of making during the holidays.

The tables were draped in a red table cloth with white cloth napkins, and a wicker basket filled with different types of gourds. Harry quickly began setting out the different foods, still ignoring Draco's complaining he had been doing much of it lately. In the corner there were many couches situated around a fireplace, with a pack of cards, and a few more board games on a shelf which Draco went to look at.

He muttered to himself, "Let's see…turkey, mashed potatoes…where did I put the gravy? Ah here it is…corn, peas, green beans…PUMPKIN PIE!"

Harry was distracted from the food as the door opened and Hermione, Neville, and Ron walked in, looking around the room curiously.

Draco waved them vaguely over to the couches and continued talking.

Hermione walked over and helped Harry finish setting the rest of the food on the tables.

"Harry who sent you all this food?" Hermione asked curiously.

"My grandmother sent it for Thanksgiving since I'm not home."

"Oh."

Over the next twenty minutes the rest of the students began to drift in, and when finally every one was there Harry gave a short welcome speech and the students sat and began to dig in. The only students that really understood the concept of Thanksgiving was Hermione and a few other muggleborns.

The students that he invited were mainly lower year students, none over fourth year, and composed from all of the houses.

In deciding which Slytherins to invite Draco vetoed many of his original choices on the grounds that 'they're not what they seem.' So in the end he only invited three Slytherins and the majority of the lower Ravenclaws.

The affair was very enjoyable, loud, and joyous. The students were set to leave in two weeks time for home and many were excited to see their families again, especially the first years.

After the dinner the group sat around playing games and holding their bulging stomachs, some even unbuttoned their now tight pants, and leaned back with contented sighs.

Harry leaned back with a satisfied grin and sigh also. Just like home.

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Severus Snape was curious about the relatively large number of students that had not been at dinner that night, including his godson. The majority had been from Ravenclaw…actually most of the younger year Ravenclaws were gone from their table. A party perhaps? But today was nothing special, unless one of the students decided to throw a birthday party.

Severus looked over to the Gryffindor table with a frown. No Ron, Fred, or George Weasley, Neville Longbottom, or Hermione Granger. He noted that there were students up to the fourth year missing from each table, even Slytherin was missing some students, but at such a small number that it could just be a coincidence.

The other heads of houses had noticed the missing students as well but they were not relatively concerned, coming to the same conclusion as the potions master.

After the dinner Severus walked slowly back to his office to finish grading the third year essays thinking the whole way about his godson's best friend, Harry Potter.

Never in a million years would he have thought that he would actually be able to stand a Potter, but this boy was different…nothing like his father.

Truth be told Severus had been extremely worried about how the other children would treat Draco, after all his father is Lucius Malfoy…the Death Eater who single handedly tortured the Abbotts to death.

People said that after the couple had already lost their mind, Malfoy became creative and started to take them apart piece by piece until both died from blood lose and then were dismembered the rest of the way.

Their four-year-old daughter saw the whole ordeal and didn't speak for nearly five years. The poor child was still terrified of her own shadow, and avoided his godson like the plague.

Severus sighed and pushed his office door open, cursing the dark lord and all of his minions, mostly though he cursed Black and Potter.

The only real reason he joined Voldemort was to have his revenge on those two. They had made his life at Hogwarts living hell, all for their sick little amusement.

James Potters' face drifted into his mind's eye wearing an exceedingly satisfied smirk, causing Severus to snarl his lip in disgust. Even years after had graduated from Hogwarts, his fingers still itched to wrap around the annoying man's throat and throttle him until he turned blue.

The potions' master smiled a bit at the image as he took his seat behind his chair, the smile soon drifted off his face as he glanced down and caught sight of a plastic…something…on his desk. There was a short note beside of the thing and Severus picked it up carefully to read.

Dear Professor Snape,

We were having a little Thanksgiving celebration, and we had an outlandish amount of food and thought that you may enjoy some. We've placed a heating charm on the container so the food should stay warm for quite some time. Hope you enjoy!

Harry Potter

Slowly Severus opened the container and peeked in side, the delicious aroma that reached his nose almost convinced him to scarf down the food at that instance. However what if the food wasn't really from the Potter boy? Quirrell had been up to something, always hanging around the third floor corridor, and they had exchanged words.

Severus threw several of the most potent spells on the food, searching for any sign of a poison, or potion. Finding none Snape looked around before conjuring a spoon and taking a bite of the pumpkin pie.

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The last two weeks passed amazingly fast to Harry and Hermione who were swamped with their school work. Even Harry had to admit that the work lode was extreme compared to what the other first years were doing. It was almost as if the teachers were trying to cram as much information in their heads as quickly as humanly possible.

The two first years had joined the third year Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff care of magical creatures class weeks before to many odd looks and jealous stares.

Harry had to admit, compared to Hagrid's lessons the current class was a breeze and hardly interesting. Kettleburn seemed to be unusually clumsy around the animals, and received many bits and burns from the disgruntled creatures, many which seemed to take pleasure in annoying the man.

It was hardly a wonder that the teacher was missing many fingers and looked as if he had been pulled threw a meat grinder at one point or another. While he wasn't as scared as Mad Eye, Kettleburn was certainly close.

Harry's request for the Weasleys to come and spend Christmas with the Potters was immediately accepted, much to Harry's pleasure. Percy, however, politely declined and wrote to his parents to go to Romania with them to see Charlie.

Fred and George however were absolutely thrilled about staying at the Potters, so much so that on the train ride back to King's Cross both boys were practically bouncing. Ron kept shooting them annoyed looks and finally told them to leave their compartment, which they did after turning their brother's hair green.

Both Neville and Draco were planning on coming over for some visits after Christmas, since Draco would not be able to attend before the 25th because of parties, and Neville's parents wanted some alone time with their baby boy.

Hermione on the other hand was joining her parents on their annual skiing trip, and would not be available until they returned to school. Over all the holiday was shaping up to be a more enjoyable affair than in his previous universe.

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The train ride to platform 9 ¾ passed in exploding snap, chess, and plenty of candy. Hermione silently sent glares over her book, Hogwarts a History, at Neville and Ron as they stuffed their mouths full of chocolate and proceeded to attempt to carry on a conversation. Every time food would fly from their mouths Hermione's right eyebrow would twitch slightly in disgust and she would cough loudly, but both boys ignored her.

When they were almost at the platform, two identical heads of red poked through the compartment door.

"Harry could we borrow you for a moment?" Fred asked with an evil grin, a look his twin shared.

Ron and Neville's eyes narrowed at the look, but Harry simply shrugged and left the compartment with them to see what they were up to.

"Harry just how good are you at wandless magic?" George asked curiously.

The black haired boy looked suspiciously around before waving his discretely and a bottle of butter beer appeared in his hand.

"Decent…why?"

The Weasley twins stared at him in shock.

"That's pretty advanced magic Harry, even we don't know how to summon things." Fred said in awe.

The boy blushed a bit and looked down at his feet.

"Well anyways we were wondering, since wandless magic isn't traceable, would you help us pull some pranks while we are your house?"

Two pairs of brown eyes started at him pleadingly.

"Please…please….please!"

Harry just stared at the pair considering the proposition.

"Do we need to get on our knees and beg?" Fred asked while George started to bend down.

"Ok ok, but not a word to any one else about it ok?" Harry finally sighed out.

"Why our most…"

"Noble leader…"

"We'd never, ever…"

"Even consider it!"

The train came to a lurching halt and Harry quickly ran back to his compartment to grab his trunk and Zantose who he left snoozing in his seat. He had sent Hedwig ahead the previous day with a note to his parents and had told her to simply stay there, she had happily agreed.

Harry and Hermione shrunk the others' trunks before they did their own and placed them in their pockets. Hermione placed a timer on hers which would automatically de-shrink at the appropriate time since her parents were muggles.

Even before they were able to get off the train Hermione gave an excited squeal and hugged each boy before taking off to where she saw her parents at. After the girl had hugged Draco, a slight blush had come over his face and he tried his best to look disgruntled at the contact. Ron too was blushing, while Neville looked smirking on.

Harry grinned and left the compartment, with three first year boys trailing behind him.

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Once outside on the platform the group started to scan the crowd for any sign of their families.

Mentally Harry cringed at the large crowd, thinking at how easy a target they all were at the moment. Back in the war they had stopped using the Hogwarts Express from transporting students, and simply issued certified portkeys.

The portkeys were timed and prevented large crowds from forming, and also prevented potentially large attacks from death eaters, if they were able to get their hands on the keys.

Harry shuddered as he remembered the attack on the Hogwarts Express in his seventh year. Half the lower years had been slaughtered while nearly a quarter of the older students were seriously wounded or dead.

The only thing that stopped the attack from being a total massacre was the fact that the parents were there, and did their best to protect the children. After that the ministry immediately changed to the portkeys.

With these memories Harry fingered his wand and stared around the large crowd with a darkened expression on his face.

Draco let out a delighted yell and grabbed his best friend's arm and dragged him forward in the crowd, the other boys following closely behind.

"Mother!"

Draco let go of his arm and quickly hugged an aristocratic looking women, dressed in the finest of clothes.

"Well hello Draco, who are your friends?" Narcissa asked as her eyes lingered on the boy who she knew was Harry Potter.

The boy's green eyes stared unwaveringly back and a small smile pulled on his lips as he gave a slight nod in her direction.

Narcissa's blue eyes broke the contact as her son began to introduce the boys.

"This is Neville Longbottom, Ron, Fred, and George Weasley, and this here is Harry Potter." Draco was smiking proudly as he introduced his friends.

"Pleasure to meet you all, but I am afraid we must be going. Say goodbye Draco."

Draco turned back to the boys and whispered a few short words before following his mother out of the train station.

After Harry could no longer pick Malfoy's platinum blonde hair out of the crowd he turned back around and began to scan the crowd for his family.

He needn't have bothered though since Sirius was pushing his way through the throng looking between the group and the spot where the Malfoy's had disappeared last, the older man wore a very worried expression on his face.

Fear and displeasure lingered in his blue eyes as his eyes locked with his godson. Words were sure to be exchanged soon.