CHAPTER TWELVE
Christmas
Hermione woke up to find the familiar Christmas presents at the foot of her bed. She smiled and went to open them. The first one she unwrapped was the yearly sweater from Mrs. Weasley; it was canary yellow with a dark blue "H" on it. She still had one just like it from last year, but slipped it on over her pajamas anyway.
The next one was a cage with a cover over it. Hermione lifted the cover and saw an adorable orange kitten. She smiled at the small sleeping creature and put the cover back over the top of the cage so the light didn't bother him. She looked at the tag and saw that the present was from Hagrid. She smiled once more and moved on to the next gift.
She opened the box and saw the one book she DIDN'T have: a Pocket Dictionary of Spells and Their Uses. Hermione chuckled as she realized that it was from Ron. The card read, "I searched everywhere for this, and found just one copy of the only book in the entire universe that Miss Hermione Granger did NOT have. So, here you go, your collection is complete. Happy Christmas!"
She opened a box full of sugar free cookies from her parents, and took a bite out of one. She then opened all the presents from the other two girls that used to be in her dorm had given her, and Ginny. (A scarf from Sweden, not-quite-sugar-free cookies, and some cosmetics). There was just one present left, the present from Harry.
The box Harry's present came in was smaller than the rest, but not tiny, like a box for a ring. Hermione took a deep breath, tore off the paper, opened the box, and gasped; the Emeralds were absolutely BEAUTIFUL. Hermione felt the tears come to her eyes as she put on the necklace. Harry was the best.
Harry opened his presents; getting the usual sweater from Mrs. Weasley, candy from Ron, exotic thing from Hagrid, and pair of socks from the Dursleys. When he reached Hermione's gift, he found something that confused him.
There were two wands in the box, a little chipped, but other wise very well preserved. Hermione's note read, "A piece of your past comes to your present. Happy Christmas, Harry!" Though Harry didn't understand what the wands had to do with his past, he treated them as if they were the most beautiful things on Earth.
"So, what'd you think of your present?" asked Harry when he saw Hermione in the common room. Hermione didn't even answer, just ran up to him and gave him the most passionate kiss imaginable. Harry returned the kiss, and didn't care who was watching. When they broke apart, Harry said, "That good, huh?" this made Hermione chuckle.
"And just what did you think of your presents?" she said quietly.
"Oh, they're great. What are they?" he replied.
"You didn't understand the note." She said.
"Not really, I just don't understand how two beat up old wands-" then he understood. "How'd you-"
"They were in a museum in Bulgaria, they had them on display. I got them to give them to me because I told them that you deserve to have them." She said. Harry plopped down on the couch in shock.
"How'd Bulgaria get my parents' wands?" he asked.
"I don't know, Harry. But I saw them, and just HAD to get them for you. Besides the invisibility cloak, they're the only things you might have left to remember them by-" just then, Harry hugged her. He loved her so much.
"Thank you, Hermione. This is the best Christmas ever." He said.
"You're welcome Harry. Happy Christmas." They just sat like that for a while, hugging one another, thanking God for every day that they had together.
Just then, an owl dropped in through an open window and dropped a copy of the Dailey Prophet on the table in front of the fireplace. Since they were the only two not at breakfast, it seemed only natural to go and get the paper. Harry stood and walked over to the table, reading the front page.
"Oh God." He said.
"What? What's the matter?" Hermione asked Him.
"Happy Christmas to me." He retorted, handing her the paper. The headline read, "THE DARK LORD STRIKES AGAIN" and the story was on five innocent wizards that had lost their lives the night before, fighting against the power of Voldemort. One part even said, "It's only a matter of time before he goes to Hogwarts and gets Potter once and for all." The quote was from none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Harry..."
"He's been getting worse since our fifth year."
"I know Harry, but-"
"It's fine...I-I've fought him plenty of times before, I mean, I defeated him when I was just one year old, now I'm seventeen."
"You're scared, aren't you?" she said in a soft voice.
"Of course."
A.N. You like? I hope so!
Christmas
Hermione woke up to find the familiar Christmas presents at the foot of her bed. She smiled and went to open them. The first one she unwrapped was the yearly sweater from Mrs. Weasley; it was canary yellow with a dark blue "H" on it. She still had one just like it from last year, but slipped it on over her pajamas anyway.
The next one was a cage with a cover over it. Hermione lifted the cover and saw an adorable orange kitten. She smiled at the small sleeping creature and put the cover back over the top of the cage so the light didn't bother him. She looked at the tag and saw that the present was from Hagrid. She smiled once more and moved on to the next gift.
She opened the box and saw the one book she DIDN'T have: a Pocket Dictionary of Spells and Their Uses. Hermione chuckled as she realized that it was from Ron. The card read, "I searched everywhere for this, and found just one copy of the only book in the entire universe that Miss Hermione Granger did NOT have. So, here you go, your collection is complete. Happy Christmas!"
She opened a box full of sugar free cookies from her parents, and took a bite out of one. She then opened all the presents from the other two girls that used to be in her dorm had given her, and Ginny. (A scarf from Sweden, not-quite-sugar-free cookies, and some cosmetics). There was just one present left, the present from Harry.
The box Harry's present came in was smaller than the rest, but not tiny, like a box for a ring. Hermione took a deep breath, tore off the paper, opened the box, and gasped; the Emeralds were absolutely BEAUTIFUL. Hermione felt the tears come to her eyes as she put on the necklace. Harry was the best.
Harry opened his presents; getting the usual sweater from Mrs. Weasley, candy from Ron, exotic thing from Hagrid, and pair of socks from the Dursleys. When he reached Hermione's gift, he found something that confused him.
There were two wands in the box, a little chipped, but other wise very well preserved. Hermione's note read, "A piece of your past comes to your present. Happy Christmas, Harry!" Though Harry didn't understand what the wands had to do with his past, he treated them as if they were the most beautiful things on Earth.
"So, what'd you think of your present?" asked Harry when he saw Hermione in the common room. Hermione didn't even answer, just ran up to him and gave him the most passionate kiss imaginable. Harry returned the kiss, and didn't care who was watching. When they broke apart, Harry said, "That good, huh?" this made Hermione chuckle.
"And just what did you think of your presents?" she said quietly.
"Oh, they're great. What are they?" he replied.
"You didn't understand the note." She said.
"Not really, I just don't understand how two beat up old wands-" then he understood. "How'd you-"
"They were in a museum in Bulgaria, they had them on display. I got them to give them to me because I told them that you deserve to have them." She said. Harry plopped down on the couch in shock.
"How'd Bulgaria get my parents' wands?" he asked.
"I don't know, Harry. But I saw them, and just HAD to get them for you. Besides the invisibility cloak, they're the only things you might have left to remember them by-" just then, Harry hugged her. He loved her so much.
"Thank you, Hermione. This is the best Christmas ever." He said.
"You're welcome Harry. Happy Christmas." They just sat like that for a while, hugging one another, thanking God for every day that they had together.
Just then, an owl dropped in through an open window and dropped a copy of the Dailey Prophet on the table in front of the fireplace. Since they were the only two not at breakfast, it seemed only natural to go and get the paper. Harry stood and walked over to the table, reading the front page.
"Oh God." He said.
"What? What's the matter?" Hermione asked Him.
"Happy Christmas to me." He retorted, handing her the paper. The headline read, "THE DARK LORD STRIKES AGAIN" and the story was on five innocent wizards that had lost their lives the night before, fighting against the power of Voldemort. One part even said, "It's only a matter of time before he goes to Hogwarts and gets Potter once and for all." The quote was from none other than Draco Malfoy.
"Harry..."
"He's been getting worse since our fifth year."
"I know Harry, but-"
"It's fine...I-I've fought him plenty of times before, I mean, I defeated him when I was just one year old, now I'm seventeen."
"You're scared, aren't you?" she said in a soft voice.
"Of course."
A.N. You like? I hope so!