Disclaimer: there is no way I posses the imagination to think up the world of Harry Potter, I just use the places and character to create my own story, J.K Rowling is the brains!

Chapter 3:Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night

While inside the Gryffindor common room music played and food was shared outside there where two boys who did not partake in the festivities.

In fact Prongs and Wormtail where in very different spirits standing outside in cold waist height snow.

"Ok Wormtail it's five to midnight. You got the potion?"

Wormtail nodded as his teeth chattered together and he pulled a thermos out of his pocket. "I got it.

Prongs isn't this a bit risky?" He added tentatively.

Prongs smile widened dangerously and he ruffled his hair in an expert way. "You know it, that's what makes it so fun."

Wormtails face dropped but he still managed a nervous "right".

"Ok, so here's my wand I'm gonna transform now. Just give me the potion after I do, then climb on your 'sleigh' and levitate it. Got it?"

"I… think." replied the plump boy his eyes darting back and forth.

"Course you do! We've been over it 1000 times there's no possible way you could mess it up!" Prongs smiled reassuringly but if anything Wormtail looked more nervous. "Don't forget to put on your hat, Santa."

Students pushed and shoved for a front row seat at the windows as the first chime for midnight went off. The entire common room held their breath in anticipation. Some students where skeptical but where tempted by the sheer thought that Santa may really exist.

"Look there!" screamed a third year without warning. Everyone pushed a little closer the window.

The Gryffindor's watched in disbelief as a gigantic sleigh chock full of presents being driven by a plump man in a red suit and pulled by a distinctly red noised reindeer flew slowly over the castle grounds.

"I knew he was real! Oh my sister is gonna be so jealous!" exclaimed a second year that was smooched to the window. Conversations where starting to breakout, confessions of amazement and happiness but everyone kept there eyes locked on the big red sleigh. Then over their chatter Santa could be heard.

"Ho Ho Ho!" he cried "A merry Christmas to all and t-" but before he was able to finish his classic line something terrible happened: Santa, his sleigh and Rudolf blew up.

There was a collective scream from the Gryffindor's as a yellow light erupted from the sleigh and Santa and his buddy flew threw the air to there apparent deaths.

One first year even started crying.

SANTA WAS DEAD!

They where all in an outrage, but slowly, slowly it dawned on people. Who had organized the party? Where had the two marauders disappeared? Where they really getting more drinks? The older students then the younger turned to look for Remus and Sirius. But they weren't there.

A sixth year boy ran up to there dorm to check if they where there but came back empty handed. They had all been fooled.

Almost immediately people erupted in rage. The only person void of reaction was a certain red head who had fallen asleep on the chair by the fire.

Before the Gryffindor's even had the chance to cook up a good stink the portrait door flew open to reveal there frazzled head of house, professor McGonagall.

"Why are you all up?" She demanded. The professor didn't look all that intimidating in her nightgown and sleeping cap but most of the students wilted under her gaze. "I know you're excited but…Don't you know Santa won't come if you don't go to sleep."

This was far from the right thing to say. All the students started to talk all at once.

"One person at a time. Derek explain." She said pointing at a seventh year prefect.

With a very pink face, because he to for a few minutes had believed in Santa again, he told the story of the nights events to his teacher.

"I see." She said slowly before snapping back in to her authoritative mode. "The rest of you to bed. I'll deal with the other four later. I don't want to hear any more noise coming from this common room. Understand?"

All the students nodded in union as the head spun on her heal and left threw the portrait whole.

"That was great! Beautiful! Magnificent!" Screamed Padfoot into the night threw gasps of laughter. He held his side with one hand and offered the other to his messy haired partner in crime. "I could hear the screams from all the way down here! For a second I thought something serious had actually happened."

Prongs reached up from the ground and grasped his friend's hand. "Whoever was in charge of slowing down my fall did a pretty crappy job."

"Oh calm down, you had a mattress of snowy wonderment to catch you. That ones going down in history mates." Padfoot announced shoving Prongs lightly on the arm.

"Trust Padfoot to not be able to perform a second year charm." Prongs taunted

" They rushed awful fast to those windows… and Frank was just telling me just yesterday it was all a lode of rubbish." Said Moony a small smile playing on his lips

"It was kind of funny." Admitted Wormtail

"It was bloody hilarious!" shouted Padfoot throwing his arms, out loosing his balance and falling face down in the snow.

"No, that was hilarious." Corrected Prongs

Padfoot stuck out his tongue and threw some snow Prongs way, which he side stepped easily.

"So…" Prongs said trying, and failing magnificently, to sound off hand. "What did umm Evans say?"

"Oh…" said Moony hesitantly "Padfoot gave-"

"Same as always." Interrupted Padfoot with a sharp glance towards his werewolf friend. They stared at each other for a second having a private battle. Prongs looked a little suspicious but let it drop for now.

"So, Wormtail that wasn't so bad?" Prongs said

"I suppose not." He replied moodily

"Alright men, on to part B!" exclaimed Padfoot steering them towards the castle and pulling out a piece of "Blank parchment" from his pocket.

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