The House from his Dreams
Harry felt like he was a statue as he cranked his neck to look around. Harry was shaking with intense excitement as a scent of sugar cookie rushed up his nose. Harry tried to lift one of his feet up but was glued to the ground. Harry then noticed that him and Dumbledore had landed in the spot where he had seen his father's dead body in one of Sirius's memories. Harry cringed to himself and he turned to see pictures of himself as a baby… before the scar… There were also pictures of his parents at random places, and a picture of Padfoot, Prongs, Moony, and Wormtail all graduating, and a picture of Sirius holding Harry as a baby rocking him back and forth.
"Harry, why don't you have a look around?" Dumbledore softly suggested.
Harry noticed that Dumbledore was eying him peculiarly as Harry took his first step in his parent's house. Harry walked along the wooden floored hallway, past all of the pictures, and into the kitchen where he saw the familiar round table and marble countertop. There was a bouquet of yellow roses in a clear-glassed vase in the center of the round table where four chairs circled. There was a glass sliding door on the wall, which led outside back. Harry turned out of the kitchen and back into the hall, and found himself entering a door on his left where he saw a bathroom, and a space for changing a baby. The bathroom was outlined in green tiling, and had the theme of an ocean on the walls. Harry turned out of that room and curiously down the hall and went into an opening in the walls on his right across from the stairs. Harry came into the living room with cream white carpeting. There was a short rectangle wooden table in front of a light forest green couch. Harry looked to the right and saw a muggle television raised up on a wooden cabinet-like stand, which opened like a burrow to admit the television to be seen. There were decorations all over the walls and long plants hanging from a couple corners.
Harry ran back into the hallway and up the light blue carpeted stairs passing more moving pictures, and saw that all along his left he could look over the railing into the wooden hallway downstairs. Harry then took an immediate right into his room. A room made just for me. It had light-yellow walls and white trimming with different colored balloons and teddy bears on it. There lay a crib in the middle of the room with a light yellow blanket and stuffed animals in it. Over the crib hung a mobile featuring a famous Quidditch player holding out his hand trying to catch all the different balls. To the left of the crib was a rocking chair with a white knitted looking blanket with purposely made holes. Toys were in a light blue barrel by the window. An oval straw blanket lay on the floor, which was mainly off-white, but toward the outside was outlined, in light blue and pink stripes. Harry saw a white closet on his direct left. This all looked just like his dreams. Harry quietly walked up to the white wooden crib and placed his hand in the spot where he had seen himself lay. Harry just stood there, wishing Dumbledore wasn't right down the stairs, and looked at the spot where his hand lay. Harry turned to the doorway where he had seen both of his parents and Sirius in. I was right here with them…
Harry tore himself away from his room and back into the light-blue carpeted hallway, past the little bathroom on his right and stood outside of a room which he had seen only once in a dream. Harry turned to face the dark polished door and took deep breaths. To Harry's left was the end of the hall, and was also a laundry closet where towels for baths and showers were. Harry turned to his parent's room door and paused once more in front of it. He tried bringing up his hand to the doorknob, but it felt stuck at his side. This is where his parents went every night… Harry couldn't understand why he couldn't just open the door; he had been here before, but in a dream… Harry couldn't help but continue to stare at the door, not making any attempt to try and open it.
"Harry…" Dumbledore came up the stairs and came to stand next to Harry. Harry wiped his face on his sleeve before looking up at Dumbledore.
"They were right here… I can't stand the smell of this house, or the look of it. I should have been here all of my life, but I wasn't. And if I had a nightmare, I should have been able to run through this door and get comforted by my parents, no instead I was stuck in a cupboard under the stairs not able to fall asleep at night." Harry said quietly not looking anywhere but the door now.
"Come on Harry." Dumbledore said reaching out to him, "This is too much to take in at once, I shouldn't have agreed to come here."
"Why didn't you ever tell me about it!" Harry suddenly felt angry with Dumbledore.
"Harry, I couldn't, you would try to come all the time, and try to sneak away to see it, but I couldn't risk that. You're old enough now to make some common sense. Now, maybe we should just come back another time." Dumbledore reasoned but Harry pulled away feeling his eyes swell.
"No." Harry said firmly now reaching up and placing his hand on the golden doorknob. Harry hesitated holding his hand in place there as Dumbledore just stood next to him waiting to see if he was going to open it. When Harry didn't, Dumbledore turned around and went back down the stairs. Harry then turned the doorknob and opened the door slowly.
A gush of warm sugar cookie flowed up through him as the door fully opened up. There was a bed that lay facing out toward Harry in-between two windows. It was neatly folded and had a comforter, which consisted of many different shades of blue. The bed had white sheets and big feather pillows. The carpet was white, and see-through white curtains surrounded the windows. Next to both sides of the bed laid a nightstand with a droor. On the nightstands were deep blue lamps. Harry saw a burrow on the wall next to him as he took a few steps closer to the bed. On the other side of the burrow it was a visible door, which Harry saw that beyond it lay a bathroom.
Harry turned to see a wedding picture of his parents with huge smiles waving up at him on the wall to his right. Harry smiled back up at his parents as he went and laid on their bed. As soon as Harry touched it he began to sink down as the bed surrounded both of his sides like a cloud. Harry spread himself out and couldn't help his face from dampening. The nightstand on Harry's right caught his eye. The dream… Harry thought as he reached over to pull open the little droor. Inside laid a little blue book with a silver butterfly lock that held the two sides together. Harry hesitated as he flipped the book to the back to see Lily Evans Potter written on the bottom of the back cover. Harry tried to open up the diary to hopefully see blank pages, but the lock kept Harry from opening it. Harry's heart beat at a mile a minute for he felt so sure that he was going to be able to speak to his mum.
"Harry, we've lingered here too long, we better go." Harry heard Dumbledore call for him. Harry wished he could ignore the call away from this house, but knew he couldn't and decided to take one last look around his parent's room
"I'll be back soon." Harry whispered as he stashed the book inside his robes and shut the door behind him. Harry walked back through the hallway and took another last peek into his room before heading down the stairs. Dumbledore stood there with caution in his eyes as he shoved a compass out at Harry. Harry grasped it taking in one last breath of the sugar cookie smell as he felt a jerk from beneath his naval as he was launched back into Dumbledore's office.
Harry got a wuff of peppermint up his nose as he collapsed on the hard ground. Harry got back up and turned to face Dumbledore.
"Harry, remember you can't tell anyone about that. If anyone asks you were just having another Occlumency lesson. It happens to be that someone else in this school has an invisibility cloak so watch what you say out loud. Now it's getting let so you better be off to bed now. Goodnight Harry."
"Dumbledore, thanks for doing this, and for taking care of my parents house for me. But what ever happened to their wands?" Harry asked Dumbledore.
"Their wands? Well, they were broken and buried with the body's." Dumbledore spoke softly.
"Oh… night sir." Harry said turning to leave.
"Apparating tests this year?" Dumbledore asked after him.
"Er… yea." Harry said.
"You have to wait until you turn seventeen before you can take it, you know." Dumbledore informed.
"Oh, I thought it was at the end of this year… " Harry said as his hopes fell.
"In July you will most definitely be at the Order this year, so unfortunately, you'll have to wait until then to take it." Dumbledore explained. "Get to bed now Harry."
"Night Professor Dumbledore." Harry nodded knowing the conversation was over. Harry left down the spiral stairs and past the stone gargoyles as he hurriedly made his way to his dorm all the while thinking, I hope Alohomora works seeing as I don't have Sirius's key anymore… Harry finally made his way to the Gryffindor tower and into the common room, which was completely deserted. Wow it must be really late. Harry thought as he extracted the blue book from his pocket.
"Alo Homora!" Harry said as he pointed his wand to the butterfly lock. Harry's heart jumped as he went to shake the book open but…. Harry shook it again, nothing happened. The lock was still secured shut. "Alohomora! Alohomora! Alohomora!" Harry yelled over and over again, but the book wouldn't open. "Mum why did you lock it!!!" Harry yelled as he punched the closest chair.
If only Harry had Sirius's knife, if only Harry hadn't melted it last year… Being completely frustrated Harry shoved the journal back in his pocket and stormed up the stairs to his dormitory. Snores were sounding throughout the room as Harry threw on his pajamas and jumped into bed. Tomorrow's Friday, and then Christmas break… Harry thought trying not to think about his mum or the house. Harry cleared his mind to ensure that Voldemort couldn't show him anything.
Harry turned over wanting to talk to Sirius. Harry closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep through all of the snoring and creaking of beds.
"If you can't get these Unforgivables to not effect you today, then you're all going to have to stay here for Christmas break!!! Abbott! Get up here!" Moody was in a very snappy mood today. Hannah got up from her seat and made her way to the front of the classroom shaking all the way, just knowing what was coming next.
Jenna wasn't making eye contact with Harry. Every time that Harry had tried to speak to her she would chew her gum more distinctly. Harry was getting mad now as he sighed before turning to see Hannah shaking on the ground. Harry's mind kept shooting to the journal; Harry wanted nothing more now than to open it.
"NO! NO! NO! Do you think you can survive if you act like that! You're dead! DEAD! You hear me? Go sit down, you're obviously not trying hard enough!" Moody yelled as Hannah ran back to her seat on the verge of tears.
"Weasly! Don't disappoint me!" Moody growled as his magical eye went and landed on Ron who got up from his seat his face turning red all the while. "Imperio!" Ron's legs started to buckle as he made for the ground. Instead of falling, Ron just positioned himself as though his body were trying to decide whether it wanted to collapse on the floor and shake to death, or stand up straight. Moody seemed a bit interested in Ron, as he stood there his wand extended out to him. Ron now looked like he was doing squats. After about two minutes Ron started to straighten up as his eyes played pinball with each other trying to focus on fighting the imperious curse. When Ron finally straightened Moody lifted off the curse and looked very pleased with Ron.
"Now this is what you all should be able to do. If Weasly can do it, then there's nothing that can hold any of you back. Much better. Longbottom, get up here. If you can do it, then it'll be a miracle." Moody sighed. Neville got up with the look of confidence in his eyes. Ever since the D.A. Neville's been able to do spells much better, and with his new wand, his spells have been accurate. "Crucio!" Moody shouted as a white spark came from the end of his wand.
"Go tackle Finnegan." Moody ordered. Neville started to run for him headfirst when he began to pivot in a circle and instead he went running for Moody and head butted him in the stomach, as Moody screamed, "NO TURN AROUND! NO!" Harry could have sworn at this moment he heard a little chuckle escape from Dumbledore's mouth in the back of the classroom. Harry turned to Jenna to share this hilarious moment with her as she smiled at him, and then remembered she was mad at him and turned away and stuck her nose in the air.
Moody got back up and looked on a rampage toward Neville who was rubbing his head and looked confused to what he just did. "You stupid boy! Make me loose another leg why don't you! Go sit down. Good that you're able to not fully be under the Crusatious Curse, but I expect more. Fiore, get up here." Moody growled as Neville embarrassingly went and sat back at his table. Jenna got up casually and came to face Moody.
"I think I'm going to do the…. Imperio!" Moody shouted as Jenna fell on the ground and began to twitch like mad. Harry could have sworn he heard her growl a couple times, but then again Moody was growling with anger. Jenna seemed so weak and unable to defend herself. Moody snapped and released the curse. "How many months have we been practicing these? HOW MANY? THREE? This is unacceptable. Take your break to your advantage to rest up for when you come back; you'll get a month's worth of detentions if you can't FULLY raid me off! This will save some of your lives, it's crucial that you are able to do this. You remember Potter's incident, Voldemort (most of the people in the class flinched) and his servants' Unforgivables are much stronger than mine." The bell rang and everyone gathered up their books and left thankfully out of the classroom.
"What a class!" Hermione shouted once they were out of earshot of Moody. "How come he barely calls me up to fight off an Unforgivable?"
"Be thankful, it's not a pleasurable experience, so I don't know why you want to! Plus, you're good at everything you do, so you don't need much practice." Harry added.
"Yea… well…still, it never hurts to practice!" Hermione said somewhat angrily.
"Transfiguration next?" Harry wondered.
"Yeah, I can't wait to practice charming actual people! I expect those disguising spells will come to good use." Hermione sounded exited.
"Yeah, but how long is it going to take to actually do them? I mean, for normal working people." Harry said.
"What do you mean by normal anyway? I'm perfectly normal, I just tend to be able to perform spells correctly after a couple times practice." Hermione said briskly.
"Whatever." Harry commented.
"Hiya Harry!" Ron came running up to him.
"Hey Ron."
"Hermione." Ron greeted.
"Ron." Hermione replied as she somewhat blushed.
"Are you two talking now?" Harry wondered, but they both stared at each other, and Harry could have sworn he saw Ron blush back.
"So how was Occlumency last night?" Hermione asked keen to change the subject.
"Er… well I am getting better." Harry lied as he remembered only too well where he actually was last night, but Dumbledore had made him promise not to tell anyone.
"Well that's good, seeing as the charm is broken." Hermione told Harry as they entered the classroom. Harry and Ron took their normal seats next to each other while Hermione went and sat with Susan Bones.
"Harry?" Ron whispered. "I didn't want to say anything in front of Hermione, but I've been meaning to talk to you all day."
"Yea?" Harry wondered what Ron was going to talk to him about, as all he could think was, Oh no, this can't be good.
"I heard you, screaming last night."
"In my sleep?"
"No, no, it was coming from the common room. The only words I could make out were Mum, and lock." Ron told him.
"Oh, that, I er… I was just er… thinking about a memory that Sirius showed me. Nothing big, just er… something I was anxious about." Harry made up as he went along.
"Oh, alright. Sad this is our last Quidditch practice tonight before two weeks off, huh?" Ron looked for Harry's opinion.
"Yea, I hope no one gets rusty over break. Now Ron, your instinct is getting really good for where the ball is going, but the key is eye contact, if you see the Chaser's eyes dart to another hoop then you know that's the hoop they are going to be going for. We can't afford to get in goals too easily." Harry told Ron as he felt just like Wood, or Angela instructing himself before a big game.
"Yeah Harry, I'm trying. Plus, we can practice over break." Ron said sounding a little aggregated.
"Not if we're going to London we're not." Harry said sounding a little worried. "It's just I really don't want to loose to Slytherin, ever since we've been here we haven't lost a game to them yet, and I don't want to be known as the captain who lost to them after 5 years unbeatable to them streak."
"Don't worry Harry, you're a great captain, and we're a great team." Ron comforted as the bell rang and Professor McGonagall transformed out of her cat anamigi form.
"Now, as I informed you all on Monday, we will be practicing transfiguring the body to match its background, and, after that, we will practice transfiguring ourselves so we can become a rock, or tree, so we can fool the enemy's eyes. Now on the board I have wrote out how you will be able to perform this spell, and how it works. If you have successfully transformed either yourself or your partner, then I will come and put the counter spell on you, but I doubt that you will be able to do this within one class period. So get to work, you only have an hour and a half!" Professor McGonagall instructed the class.
Harry saw Ron squinting to see the board and then looked extremely confused. Harry too read the board and it didn't make too much sense to him what they had to do. Harry then looked over to Hermione who nodded to herself and began to mutter words as she pointed her wand at herself. Nothing happened, but at least she looked like she knew what she was doing.
"Do you know what we have to do?" Ron asked Harry as Harry started to point his wand at himself.
"Er… well I'm going to try what I saw Hermione doing." Harry said nervously as he said "blentieldio!" which was written on the board. Nothing happened to him, except a wave of invisible looking air rushed out of Harry's wand.
"Well that's better than blowing yourself up." Ron said as an explosion sound came from over by Seamus. Harry laughed as he turned to see Seamus completely hairless and holes all in his robes. Professor McGonagall shook her head back and forth angrily as she walked over to Seamus.
"What happened? All right to the hospital wing with you. Neville would you be so kind to bring him there?" Professor McGonagall more like ordered than asked. Neville agreeingly nodded as he helped Seamus up from his chair and out of the room.
Harry and Ron glanced at each other and then looked down as to not laugh too hard. Harry noticed the rest of the class do the same.
"Get back to work! I want at least a couple of you to perhaps be able to blend in with your background by the time class is over." Professor McGonagall instructed as she glanced over at Hermione who blushed to herself.
"Oh so everything depends on Hermione? We can do it today, right?" Ron sulked over to Harry.
"Right, er… let me try the spell on you. Maybe it'll be easier. I'll try not to blow you hairless." Harry added.
"Alright." Ron said opening up his chest to Harry.
"HA! I don't need to perform it on your chest; I think I'm supposed to do it on your head. I remember Moody doing this to me last year when I was coming to the Ord—I mean London." Harry told Ron who sank back.
Harry extended out his wand so that it was above Ron's head, which was a hard task to do for Ron was so much taller than Harry. Harry then muttered the spell in hope that Ron would turn to match his background, but only a couple hairs on Ron's head changed.
"Well, that's a start I guess." Harry chuckled.
"Why what did you do to me?" Ron wondered.
"I managed to turn a couple of your hairs to blend with the wall." Harry told Ron.
"Oh great, so now I look part bald?" Ron asked.
"Er… no, you just look like someone cut your hair really bad." Harry told him.
"Oh that cheers me up so much." Ron said sarcastically.
"Well if you let me try and turn at least the rest of your head to blend with the wall, maybe you can join the headless hunt?" Harry laughed as he raised his wand back up to the top of Ron's flaming red hair. Ron closed his eyes as Harry muttered, 'blentieldio,' and a couple more of Ron's hairs turned invisible looking. Harry repeated the spell over ten times so now it looked as though Ron had no hair. Harry tried to keep in his laugh. Harry said the spell again and now Ron had no ears or a forehead. Harry was now almost on the verge of hysterically laughing because Ron still had his eyes closed and had no idea of how ridiculous he looked at this moment.
"Oh no Harry, what did you do?" Asked Ron who reached up to his head and stroked invisible hair. "Well it seems as though you did nothing."
"Er… Ron…. Maybe you should get a mirror." Harry laughed.
"What's going on over—well that's a start Weasly." Professor McGonagall came over.
"What? Harry what did you do?" Ron was now panicking as he nervously patted something over his visible face.
"Oh, it was Potter who did this? Well, I assume that within the next couple of classes you'll be able to fully turn Mr. Weasly to match his backgrou—ound!" Professor McGonagall shrieked a little as she saw an invisible body move as it's outline showed as it kept changing to match the objects it was walking past. "Who has already mastered this?" Professor McGonagall wondered as she saw Hermione chuckle. "Miss Granger?"
"Well yes, I did it to Susan." Hermione pointed to the outline of the moving object.
"Well done! Please stand still so I can change you back then." Professor McGonagall said to Susan who stopped in her tracks. McGonagall said the counter spell and Susan became fully visible once more.
The bell then rang and everyone clapped as they all reached for their books.
"Now anyone who managed for themselves or their partner to somewhat to blend into the background please come up to my desk, otherwise, Happy Holidays, and I want you all to practice this over break." Professor McGonagall instructed.
"Er… Ron, I think you should go see Professor McGonagall, unless you want to be laughed at." Harry pointed out as Ron was heading to the door.
"Oh, er… right." Ron said as he turned around and headed for Professor McGonagall's desk.
"I'll see you at lunch." Harry said as he left the classroom. Instead of going to the Great Hall, Harry ran back up to the Gryffindor Tower on the seventh floor. The common room was deserted and so was Harry's dorm. Harry went into his trunk and got out both the diary and the two-way mirror.
"Sirius Black." Harry said seeing Sirius's smiling face.
"Hello Harry." Sirius greeted.
"Sirius, did you know that Dumbledore preserved my parents house?" Harry asked.
"Actually no, I didn't. He mustn't have told anyone, that is except for the house elfs that clean it." Sirius added. "I was as surprised as you. That house looks just as it did when I was there. Harry, it must have been really hard for you to be in there."
"Yea, it was. Especially the upstairs." Harry told Sirius. "Which brings me to this." Harry nodded down to the diary.
"Harry, you shouldn't have taken that." Sirius said nervously.
"But why not? If it is just like Tom Riddles, then, maybe I-I could talk to my mum…" Harry said softly.
"But Harry, it's locked. Lily obviously doesn't want anybody in it. Promise me you won't try to use the key I gave you to—"
"Sirius, it melted last year, in the Department of Mysteries when I tried to unlock a locked door. So I don't have the key anymore, and Sirius, I really want to be able to talk to my mum…. Get to know her." Harry said.
"I know Harry, but those things can be very dangerous." Sirius tried to tell Harry as the words, don't trust anything where you can't see where it keeps its brain. From Mr. Weasly was said years ago.
"Sirius, you always told me that danger was the fun in things." Harry brought up.
"Yea but, you of all people now should stay as far away from it as you can." Sirius pleaded.
"Yea well I came to you hoping to find an answer and try to find out how I can unlock this diary. Sirius, please, I want a chance to talk to her if I can…"
"Harry, does Dumbledore know you took it? If you get permission from him to be able to unlock it, then I will help you do so. Harry, I'm just looking out for your best interest. You never know if a death eater has gotten there first."
"Sirius, most of them are in Azkaban still." Harry told him.
"But for how much longer? And Voldemort does have other followers. Now Harry, try to forget about the diary, and just go relax and have some lunch. Oh yea, if you go more toward the hairline for that spell in Transfiguration, then it is easier to make the spell work." Sirius said to Harry.
"All right, bye Sirius." Harry said somewhat annoyed with him.
"Bye Harry. Can't wait for Christmas!" Sirius smiled.
"Er… yea, me neither." Harry said as he put back the mirror and took in a deep breath before putting in the diary with it.
Harry got up and went down to lunch, hoping the day would pass fast so he could just go and get on his broomstick.
"Alright, let's practice the double-helix drill." Harry said at that night's Quidditch practice.
The chasers all went down to the opposite ringed hoops from the ones that Ron was keeping. Harry soared above to see how they all performed this drill. Shane and Niko both lined up on either side of the three chasers. Then they all started forward and Ginny and Neville intertwined like a double helix around Katie who had the Quaffle, while Shane and Niko hit any bludger that came their way. They made it all the way down to Ron's goal posts and once there, everyone but Katie darted out in opposite directions as Katie threw the Quaffle through the center hoop.
"Great job!" Harry shouted. "But Ron, you really have to try to not let any of these Quaffles get past you. Especially our team, you know how they think. Slytherin tends to go for the left hoop, but don't always count on it going that way. All right, Katie, Ginny, and Neville, all get a Quaffle. We're going to do a shooting drill on Ron." Harry instructed.
Ginny and Neville rushed to the ground where they were able to get a Quaffle each, and Katie went and got the Quaffle she got through the center hoop. Then they all lined up in front of the rings and began to try and shoot through them. Shane and Niko flew behind the three rings to catch any that went through and throw them back to the chasers. Once they were all in position the chasers began to try and score through the three hoops. Ron attempted to catch the Quaffles.
"Ron CONCENTRATE ON THEIR EYES! LOOK AT THEIR MOVEMENT!" Harry shouted as Ron got pummeled with a couple Quaffles in the chest.
"Harry I'm trying!" Ron shouted back.
"Well try harder, you can't do this at the Slytherin game." Harry reminded.
Katie threw a ball to the right hoop and Ron caught it and threw it back. Ginny aimed for the center hoop but threw to the right hoop, which Ron caught in her eyes and was able to catch it. Neville aimed straight for the center, but Ron just missed it through his hands.
"Better." Harry told Ron. "Alright, let's act as though we are in a real game and then we can call it a night. Come on it's our last practice before break, so lets give it all we've got."
Harry rushed to the ground to let out the snitch and put away two of the Quaffles. He then jumped onto his broom and began to search for the little walnut-sized golden snitch. Harry then raced through the air letting the breeze flow throughout his messy hair. A bludger was coming right for Harry, but then Niko came and hit it hard in the other direction.
"Good one." Harry complimented.
"Thanks." Niko said as he rushed to hit one away from Ginny. Harry's eyes then went back to the field. He scanned every inch of it but still didn't catch sight of the snitch. Finally he saw it flying by Neville's ear. Harry raced on his Firebolt to the spot and extended his hand to catch it. Harry felt the little golden wings beat against his hand. Harry then released it and searched for it again. When Harry released and caught the snitch five times, he called his team to the locker rooms.
"Great practice. Ron you are improving greatly. Just keep saving those rings and we'll be in good shape. Alright, have a merry Christmas, or whatever holiday you celebrate." Harry said as he changed out of his uniform and back and put on his robes and headed back to the school with the frustrated Ron.
"Time to get packed to go to the Order." Harry said to Ron trying to make him feel a little better with himself. "Ron, you're doing great, just some things I say so you can improve a bit. Sorry if I seem a bit harsh at times."
"Well you have to be, I mean you are the captain." Ron said through gritted teeth.
"Yeah, well Christmas is a couple days away." Harry told Ron.
"I can't wait for another homemade sweater from mum. And for her cooking!" Ron all of a sudden smiled and seemed much more calm.
"I think I miss you looking like you got the top of your head cut off." Harry smiled. "Your mum would love that look, I mean it's got much shorter hair than Bill has!"
"Yeah…" Ron laughed. "I could just picture the look on her face."
Author's note: Next chapter is FINALLY Christmas. I thought I was going to bring it in like, 7 chapters ago, but I guess a lot of things just came up. Well this chapter I guess eased the mood a bit, and I hope you were able to picture Harry's house, its so magical and beautiful looking. Well Sirius is sure iffy about that diary. Will Harry ever be able to open it? Is it even a diary like Voldemort's when he was in school? Read and Review and you will find out. ENJOY!