Disclaimer: don't own Harry Potter - if you don't know the name of the
author you have probably been living 'on mars, in a cave, with your eyes
shut and your fingers in your ears'. (Simpson's quote - which I don't own
either)
THANK YOU TO EVERYONE THAT REVIEWED - you're all brilliant!!!!
Have now got over the shock of reading book 5. to anyone that hasn't read it yet - brace yourselves!!!! Any hoo. as a result I have felt the burning desire to write a sappy, cheerful chapter.
The Tome of Merketh - Chapter 7
During the Christmas holidays Harry decided to completely ignore what he would have to do the following term. His friends and Ginny were frequent visitors, spending almost everyday of the holidays at the manor (much to Mrs Weasley's annoyance).
As a result, Harry and Sirius were going to have Christmas lunch at the Weasleys - this being the only way for Molly and Arthur to guarantee that all of her children would actually be around on Christmas day.
When Christmas eve finally came around, both he and Sirius were really excited. It turns out that there is a loophole in the presenting house - elves with clothes thing that Sirius was all too happy to take advantage of.
It turns out that if you give the house elves material - and they just happen to make clothes with it, it doesn't count as presenting them with clothes. So, Sirius provided all of the elves with green material and asked them to dress up as santa's elves.
The elves all got very excited and made themselves very strange variations on the traditional 'elf' costume (the reason they were so strange is because Dobby came to the manor to be their chief advisor). Still - Harry had to admit that it was very festive being served Christmas Eve dinner by the dressed up elves.
When Harry awoke the next morning he felt a strange tingling on the back of his neck - the kind you get when you are being stared at. He turned he head to the right and noticed two men staring at him intently. Surprised, he backed away very slightly and sat up. Unfortunately he had been sleeping next to the edge of his bed and fell off with a bump then "Ow."
Trying his best to regain his dignity he stood up and smiled at Padfoot and Moony who were laughing. "happy Christmas!" Harry said quickly, trying to stop himself blushing.
"Happy Christmas!" the other two replied.
Harry hurled the duvet at the wall in frustration and the three walked downstairs, Padfoot leading the way joyfully.
The front room looked even more festive. As Sirius ordered, the house elves were all in costume and delivered the presents out of little sacks.
Although Harry considered the last Christmas, (which he spent at the Weasleys) to be his first 'real' Christmas, this was a made a million times better by the presence of his Godfather.
Harry's favourite gift was the transfiguration of a black dog Sirius had made at Hogwarts - the one Harry had saved their lives with at the end of the last year. Sirius had made it a stand and the polished dog was fixed upon it, the words 'To Harry, lots of love, Sirius' engraved on it.
When the time to go the Weasley's came around, he dressed in the new robes that Sirius had also bought him and shoved the gifts for his friends into a bag.
Then, he, Sirius and Remus shot through the floo network to the Burrow.
The Weasley Family were all settled in the garden (as it was the only place large enough to hold all of the guests). The garden had little fires burning all around the perimeter as to keep it passably warm.
The celebrations carried on well into the night. Harry had eaten so much he didn't think he would be able to get up. Fred and George sneaked up behind Harry and shoved a showball down the neck of his jumper to try to get him to join in with the fight that was, apparently, Weasley tradition. All of the Weasley children, their cousins, Harry and Hermione leapt into the fray. Sirius and Remus, who declared that they had not had a decent snowball fight in far too long, took them ALL on.
They were very good at it. Eventually Fred and George dropped to their knees in front of the two Marauders and begged to be taught, to be guided.
Doing a very convincing impression of Yoda, Sirius sat all of them down and began to talk as though addressing young apprentices. Remus demonstrating the best 'battle' stances.
The kids hung on to his every word, Fred holding a quick - quotes quill over some parchment.
Harry, Remus and Sirius finally returned to Silvermoon Manor at three in the morning after a snowball fight that had been a draw and had resulted in a quidditch match.
Harry began to doze off on the sofa as the three had hot chocolate to stave of hypothermia caused by broomstick flying at night in thick snow and freezing temperatures.
He dimly heard conversation between Sirius and Remus as he allowed his eyes to flutter closed.
"Do you think he had a good day?" came Sirius's hushed voice
"Yeah. He had fun." Remus replied
"May be the last time for a while."
"I know. he looks so young when he's asleep, makes me wonder if..."
"if we have any right to do this." Sirius finished.
"yeah. Who are we to ask this boy, barely sixteen years old to march against an enemy when there is every chance that he will be killed by that enemy. Even if he does win he could be horribly weakned as a result or deprived of magic?"
"on the other hand he could be fine." Sirius said firmly "this is his decision, I don't want him to do it, but he realises the bigger picture of what victory could mean. Still, if he does.you know" Sirius gulped "I don't know what I'll do. I love him like he's my own son. If he dies, I've lost everything. I can't live without him."
"Then we'll have to make sure he survives, if it takes every second of the day to train him to succeed we'll do it. We have make sure he knows he is not alone."
Sirius gently shook Harry's arm and pulled him to his feet. He helped the half asleep boy up to his room, and tucked him into bed (ignoring the fact that he was still dressed). As Sirius left the room, he heard a sleepy "love you too" from the direction of his Godson's bed. Smiling, he shut the door behind him.
THANK YOU TO EVERYONE THAT REVIEWED - you're all brilliant!!!!
Have now got over the shock of reading book 5. to anyone that hasn't read it yet - brace yourselves!!!! Any hoo. as a result I have felt the burning desire to write a sappy, cheerful chapter.
The Tome of Merketh - Chapter 7
During the Christmas holidays Harry decided to completely ignore what he would have to do the following term. His friends and Ginny were frequent visitors, spending almost everyday of the holidays at the manor (much to Mrs Weasley's annoyance).
As a result, Harry and Sirius were going to have Christmas lunch at the Weasleys - this being the only way for Molly and Arthur to guarantee that all of her children would actually be around on Christmas day.
When Christmas eve finally came around, both he and Sirius were really excited. It turns out that there is a loophole in the presenting house - elves with clothes thing that Sirius was all too happy to take advantage of.
It turns out that if you give the house elves material - and they just happen to make clothes with it, it doesn't count as presenting them with clothes. So, Sirius provided all of the elves with green material and asked them to dress up as santa's elves.
The elves all got very excited and made themselves very strange variations on the traditional 'elf' costume (the reason they were so strange is because Dobby came to the manor to be their chief advisor). Still - Harry had to admit that it was very festive being served Christmas Eve dinner by the dressed up elves.
When Harry awoke the next morning he felt a strange tingling on the back of his neck - the kind you get when you are being stared at. He turned he head to the right and noticed two men staring at him intently. Surprised, he backed away very slightly and sat up. Unfortunately he had been sleeping next to the edge of his bed and fell off with a bump then "Ow."
Trying his best to regain his dignity he stood up and smiled at Padfoot and Moony who were laughing. "happy Christmas!" Harry said quickly, trying to stop himself blushing.
"Happy Christmas!" the other two replied.
Harry hurled the duvet at the wall in frustration and the three walked downstairs, Padfoot leading the way joyfully.
The front room looked even more festive. As Sirius ordered, the house elves were all in costume and delivered the presents out of little sacks.
Although Harry considered the last Christmas, (which he spent at the Weasleys) to be his first 'real' Christmas, this was a made a million times better by the presence of his Godfather.
Harry's favourite gift was the transfiguration of a black dog Sirius had made at Hogwarts - the one Harry had saved their lives with at the end of the last year. Sirius had made it a stand and the polished dog was fixed upon it, the words 'To Harry, lots of love, Sirius' engraved on it.
When the time to go the Weasley's came around, he dressed in the new robes that Sirius had also bought him and shoved the gifts for his friends into a bag.
Then, he, Sirius and Remus shot through the floo network to the Burrow.
The Weasley Family were all settled in the garden (as it was the only place large enough to hold all of the guests). The garden had little fires burning all around the perimeter as to keep it passably warm.
The celebrations carried on well into the night. Harry had eaten so much he didn't think he would be able to get up. Fred and George sneaked up behind Harry and shoved a showball down the neck of his jumper to try to get him to join in with the fight that was, apparently, Weasley tradition. All of the Weasley children, their cousins, Harry and Hermione leapt into the fray. Sirius and Remus, who declared that they had not had a decent snowball fight in far too long, took them ALL on.
They were very good at it. Eventually Fred and George dropped to their knees in front of the two Marauders and begged to be taught, to be guided.
Doing a very convincing impression of Yoda, Sirius sat all of them down and began to talk as though addressing young apprentices. Remus demonstrating the best 'battle' stances.
The kids hung on to his every word, Fred holding a quick - quotes quill over some parchment.
Harry, Remus and Sirius finally returned to Silvermoon Manor at three in the morning after a snowball fight that had been a draw and had resulted in a quidditch match.
Harry began to doze off on the sofa as the three had hot chocolate to stave of hypothermia caused by broomstick flying at night in thick snow and freezing temperatures.
He dimly heard conversation between Sirius and Remus as he allowed his eyes to flutter closed.
"Do you think he had a good day?" came Sirius's hushed voice
"Yeah. He had fun." Remus replied
"May be the last time for a while."
"I know. he looks so young when he's asleep, makes me wonder if..."
"if we have any right to do this." Sirius finished.
"yeah. Who are we to ask this boy, barely sixteen years old to march against an enemy when there is every chance that he will be killed by that enemy. Even if he does win he could be horribly weakned as a result or deprived of magic?"
"on the other hand he could be fine." Sirius said firmly "this is his decision, I don't want him to do it, but he realises the bigger picture of what victory could mean. Still, if he does.you know" Sirius gulped "I don't know what I'll do. I love him like he's my own son. If he dies, I've lost everything. I can't live without him."
"Then we'll have to make sure he survives, if it takes every second of the day to train him to succeed we'll do it. We have make sure he knows he is not alone."
Sirius gently shook Harry's arm and pulled him to his feet. He helped the half asleep boy up to his room, and tucked him into bed (ignoring the fact that he was still dressed). As Sirius left the room, he heard a sleepy "love you too" from the direction of his Godson's bed. Smiling, he shut the door behind him.