Harry's Life

For disclaimer, see previous chapter.

(a/n: just so you know, Sirius is alive, and Voldemort's dead. YAY!)

It was a quarter past 7. Harry rushed into his office since he was late... again. Moody was about to strangle something, then he saw Harry, his new target.

"HARRY POTTER!" he heard Moody's voice yell.

How many time have I heard that? 15? 50? 100? Well whatever it is, it's getting old. Harry thought. "Yes Moody?" Harry said, annoyed.

Moody just stared at him, also annoyed. "Potter! You better get here on time tomorrow! This is the hundredth time!"

"Oh! It was a hundred. I suppose one hundred and one now!" He decided not to mention that to Moody. "I'll be here tomorrow, I promise," he thought a minute, what was missing? "On time."

"Can I take your word for it?" Moody stopped then mumbled, "Wait, I forgot, it's Potter."

"Soo.... what are we doing today?" Harry asked trying to forget the recent topic.

"Well, Potter, I am giving you time off... for Christmas." He sounded rather like the Grinch, but older and, well, him. "I'm taking time off too, so don't bug me."

Me? Bug...you? Never! You're usually the one bugging people, then he thought a minute, about trying to smart mouth Moody. "Soo, how long?"

"Not long enough..." Moody mumbled to himself, then quickly said to Harry, "A month, no more, no less, and I think I am going to start vacation right.... now..." He walked off down the hall. Moody ran into and yelled at an Auror, then yelled back down the hall to Harry as he said, "No, now!" Then Harry heared a loud POP as he disapparated.

As Harry turned into his office, he laughed, and could not stop until Neville calmed him down.

"What is so funny?!" Neville demanded.

"Moody... laughs time off... never mind, you'd had to have seen it." Harry replied. "By the way, did Moody give you time off?"

"Yes, and I'm glad he did. By the way.... YOU'RE LATE!" Neville said, imitating Moody. They both laughed. "By the way, we have a ton of work to do before we get off tonight..."

"Yeah, we do, are we supposed to go down to the Christmas thing?"

"I don't know, you might want to ask Mr.Weasley. He'll know."

"Well I don't want to go all the way where ever his office is."

"He's on our floor right now. He's next door, I think."

"Really? Okay, I'll be back."

"Good luck finding him."

"Uh, thanks." Then Harry went to the office next door. He saw him, and went up to him and said, "Hello Mr.Weasley."

"Well, hello there Harry. How are you?"

"I'm great, thanks. Well anyway, I was wondering, do you know if we have to go to the Christmas thing downstairs tonight?"

"No, You don't, but Mrs.Weasley and I were wondering if you wanted to have Christmas with us?"

"Sure I'd love to! When do you want me to be there?"

" Noon, and bring Sirius, too."

"Can do... thank you. I better get back to work."

"See you then! Bye!"

When Harry walked into the office, Neville was there waiting for him. "So?"

"Well, I got invited to the Weasley's Christmas, and no, we don't have to go."

"Good... I have dinner plans for Ginny and I."

"Well, that's wonderful! Where are you going?"

"Never mind that, get to work..."

Harry laughed. "Aww... Ginny and Neville going to a romantic restaurant..." Harry teased in a baby voice.

"Shut up Harry." Neville said, slightly red.