Before Harry knew it Christmas had arrived again. The Weasley's had invited him to spend it with them at the Burrow, he was reluctant at first, but they told him Dumbledore had arranged extra protection on the house. It irked Harry that Dumbledore hadn't told him himself, but then again apart from the occasional 'good morning' or 'how are you Harry?' Dumbledore hadn't spoken to him properly all year. Harry was being kept informed about what was going on though, even if it was through Lupin and not Dumbledore.

The days passed at the Burrow playing exploding snap or chatting about Quidditch. Fred and George hadn't been round yet but they were expected on Christmas day. Harry was a bit nervous after only receiving a quickly scribbled 'That's okay, I understand' from Fred in response to Harry's 'let's just be friends' letter, and not having spoken to him properly since.

Subsequently on Christmas morning when Ron kicked him awake, Harry rolled over and groaned into his pillow.

"C'mon Harry, presents!" Ron exclaimed as he ripped paper away from his own gifts.

"All right, all right." Harry mumbled sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

He crawled towards the small pile of presents at the end of his bed and began opening them. He'd got his customary Weasley jumper and pulled it on straight away as well as home made mince pies. Hermione had given him a book, on closer inspection it was a muggle book. Harry laughed when he read the title, 'How to deal with your emotions and day to day personal problems'. She was not subtle. He glanced through the index; 'Coping with losing a loved one', 'Opening up to your friends'. Had she written this book? he wondered idly as he flicked through it.

Remus had given him a very nice writing set, with a note attached, 'Now you have no excuse not to write in the holidays.' From Hagrid there was a book entitled 'Magical Creatures for amateurs.' Harry guessed Hagrid still wanted to encourage an interest in life threatening animals even though Harry hadn't taken his class this year.

There were two presents left. Harry opened the first to find a photo album, with a beautifully carved wooden cover with the word 'Memories' carved in the centre. He opened it to find an array of photographs, some he didn't even remember being taken. There were some of him and his friends, one of his parents and him as a baby, even one of Harry and Sirius, obviously taken at Christmas last year without eithers knowledge. Harry smiled at it fondly. The last picture in the album was of him and Jas sitting on the swings at the park. He flicked though the blank pages and a small piece of parchment fell out onto his lap.

Harry,

Merry Christmas. Fill this with as many pictures as you can, happy memories are priceless, have as many as possible.

Lots of love,

Jas

x x x

Harry smiled happily again before putting the photo album down next to his other presents and grabbed the last unopened present. It was wrapped hastily in brown paper and there was no note. Another book, Harry thought as ripped off the paper. He turned it over and looked at the title.

"No way." He muttered. Ron must have heard him as he got up and came and sat on Harry's bed.

"What?" he asked, looked at the book over Harry's shoulder. "'Spying for beginners'?" he read. Harry shook his head and laughed softly.

"I can't believe . . ." he trailed off and began flipping through the book. There were chapters on things like stealth, and handy spells to prevent you from being caught. Harry did a double take when he looked at the title page, Chapter Five 'Getting away without being caught' was underlined twice.

"Who's it from?" Ron asked.

"There's no note." Harry told him. There was no way he was going to tell Ron who it was from, it was just too weird. He laughed again and put the book on the top of his small pile.

"C'mon." Ron said, standing up. "Breakfast."

Can you guess who sent Harry the book? Anyone? Lol, REVIEW please! x