December 7th: The world's best boyfriend (or, Happy Birthday Katie!):
The sharp rays of the morning sun lit up the inside of the dorm room, illuminating Katie Bell's form as she sat up on her four poster bed, stretching out and yawning explosively as she blearily took in the empty room, the pile of presents at the end of her bed, her boyfriend , Harry Potter's green eyes, watching her from his position on her bed, Judy's open trunk, articles messily scattered -

Wait.

"Gah!", she exclaimed, blond hair bouncing as she jerked backwards, eyes focused on Harry, who watched her with a warm smile on his handsome face, raven hair as messy as ever, "Good morning Katie! Happy Birthday!"

"Thank you! Good morn - Wait! Harry! You can't do that!"

He blinked, head cocking adorably as he gazed at her, confused, "Can't do what? Am I not allowed to wish you on your birthday?"

Squashing her urge to squeal at his cuteness, she shook her head. "You're always welcome to wish me, dumm - No! I mean, you can't just wake me up in…my…dorm. " She blinked as she realised just where they were. In the sixth year girls dorm. The dorm male students shouldn't have been able to reach.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"How did you get in here? You shouldn't be able to!"

He smiled at her, and for a moment, a cold sense of dread filled her, like she was being watched by something dangerous, "You assume anything can stop me, if I really want it."

She blinked, and it was gone, the smile the same warm and loving one she was used to.

She glanced around the room again, the lack of her dormmates distinct.

"Harry, where are the other girls?"

The terror returned, just for a second, as he replied, "I….. may have convinced them to give us some privacy."

Yet, just like before, the feeling left as soon as it had appeared, leaving the blond doubting if it had been real.

"Anyway", He continued, "It's your birthday. Which means it's my duty as your boyfriend to make sure it's special."

She blinked, brown eyes confused as she watched him pull a covered tray from behind him. Then he lifted the cloche. And the aroma hit her. Eggs, sandwiches, black pudding, bacon, sausages, toast, and so much more.

"I made you Breakfast."

She took the tray, carefully, watching as Harry sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, "I…. hope you like it."

Still in awe of the overflowing platter, she took a bite of a sandwich.

And nearly fainted at the overwhelming flavour that burst forth on her taste buds.

Coming to, she became aware of Harry's green eyes inquisitively watching her.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"You…. are the best boyfriend ever."

The joyful smile he gave her buoyed her mood for the rest of the week.

Metres below the couple, in the Gryffindor common room, the rest of the Gryffs crowded around a trembling quartet of sixth year girls, Katie's dorm mates, clutching each other, eyes wide, fearful, speaking of horrors and pain and terror.

The only response the rest of the house got to any and all questioning was one line.

"Monster….. He's a monster!"