The foggy air was vastly spread on the Godric's Hallow. Pure, heavy snowy covered pebble roads were the excited children's most waiting Christmas gifts, but unfortunately, not this time. There was already someone has taken that glorious opportunity, to draw an angel on the snowy fields. No, it was something; not someone.
"Padfoot? Merlin, Where is he?" James frowned, because of this liberal dog's missing, no, actually his friend, Sirius.
He looked into his wristwatch annoyingly, and sighed. It ws nearly dawn: the clock needle was counting the 11:50. He sighed, and tried to seek his friend.
James narrowed his eyes to seek, the any footprints of the large dog's. It was too dark.
"Lumos maxima, oh?" He finally found his printed footsteps, at the large backyard of his family's house, where leads to the dark forest.
You have a guest?
James smiled wickedly. As he followed that footsteps, at some point, there was no longer dress shoe prints between the dog's, only but the stag's foot print was lying together with another footprints of their - no, Sirius's guest. He thought that things will go funnier than he'd expected.
And - he was right; that day was the most amazing Christmas eve, in his life, in some way.
Untill he figured out that this would be amazing adventure, except that the unexpected guest was the huge, GRAY WOLF.
And that night, Mr. and Mrs. Potter can not sleep well, because of the strange high pitched screams, and chasing sounds of that bloody animals' on midnight.
