"So how about you three? Staying or going back home to your families?"

It was two and a half weeks before Christmas, two weeks before the end of term, and Professor McGonagall had the unenviable task of going around to every single student and asking them whether they were staying over Christmas break or going home.

"Staying!" exclaimed all three halves of FitzSkimmons instantly, and far too loudly.

After slightly sheepish looks at each other, Simmons looked back up at their Head of House and said politely, "We'll be staying, Professor McGonagall."

Professor McGonagall just kind of dumbly nodded at them, still clueless as to what to make of the extremely odd trio, before walking off to ask the next set of students their plans for Christmas.

But that had been two week ago, and now the three of them were freezing their way through another intolerable Potions class on the last day of term before they were finally free for Christmas and wouldn't have to descend to the dungeons again until the next year, when Malfoy looked across the dungeon at Fitz and sneered in a not very sorry sounding tone, "I do feel so sorry for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home."

Fitz instantly took great offense at this comment and looked over at Daisy and asked, "Can you pass me the powdered spine of lionfish?"

Daisy, who'd also taken great offense at Malfoy's insult, immediately handed the powdered spine of lionfish bowl over to Fitz and went back to stirring her own cauldron that was bubbling over a fire burning, causing her double the toil and trouble that it was supposed to for some reason that morning.

Simmons, meanwhile, decided to give the little snit a piece of her mind — well, not literally, as first off that was impossible, and secondly, even if it was possible, her mind was far too genius and important and valuable to give any of it to him, but now she was just getting off track in her own thoughts — so back to giving him a metaphorical piece of her mind.

"Hey you, Slytherin boy — Harry and Ronna are my home. And they definitely want me," she said across the room to him, before adding under her breath so that only her spouses could hear, "A little too much sometimes, if I'm being completely honest — can be a bit of a distraction sometimes, and definitely can't be very healthy." But resuming her carrying voice, she continued aloud, "Anyway — since you are wanted at home, that means two blissful, you-free weeks here in this magnificent castle — and I can't think of a better Christmas present I could wish for."

Malfoy stared at her in shock for being so flagrantly insulted by a pathetic mudblood, but before he could even try to come up with anything to say back, Snape arrived — the Head Slytherin had swept over as quickly as he could when he felt the tingling of someone insulting one of his snakelets. But as the initial insult of 'Hey you, Slytherin boy' that had triggered his snakelet-in-distress senses didn't exactly count as enough of an insult to take points away even for him, as it was merely a statement of fact even if intended in a derogatory way, and nothing else she'd said after that could reasonably, or even unreasonably, be considered an insult either, he had to settle for snapping at Simmons, "Ten points for talking in class," before stalking back over to his desk, hoping for better luck next time.

After Simmons' clear win in round one, Malfoy managed to refrain himself from trying to insult Potter, the mudblood, and the blood-traitor Weasel again for the remainder of the class. But as everyone was walking up the stairs together to the Great Hall for lunch, he found a new, surefire way to rile up Potter and Weasley, when their progress up the stairs was slowed by a giant tree with two enormous feet making its way up the stairs in front of them — and being impeded was not something the heir of the Malfoy family accepted.

So he drawled at the backs of the students in front of him, "Would you mind moving out of the way?", before seeing that the Weasel was one of those walking in front of him, and relatively in the same proximity as the tree and the oaf that had to be carrying it (for even in the magical world, trees didn't just grow feet and walk up stairs by themselves). So knowing that he'd finally won, he sneered at Daisy, "Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose — that hut of Hagrid's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to."

Daisy just shrugged. "Eh — wouldn't really know. Never been there."

Malfoy paused his attempt to roughly push his way through the tree while scattering needles everywhere and smirking at his own evil genius, to stare at her, the words coming out of the redhead-ish's mouth making absolutely no sense in the order they were combined in.

But before he had time to do anything more than stare gape-mouthed at her like a fish out of water, Snape walked up the stairs behind them.

"What's holding this up?" he growled. Then seeing the Annoying Trio (TM), he continued on with a scowl, "This is clearly your fault."

"Sorry, Professor Snape," said the tree in a very Hagrid-like voice, before a very Hagrid-like face stuck out from behind the tree looking at them. "Tree just got a little stuck — I've got it now."

And with a mighty tug, the tree began moving up the last few steps of the stairs, and into the Entrance Hall where it made much better time crossing the open floor and through the Great Hall doors, only knocking a few of the smaller first years standing around in the Entrance Hall on their bums.

As the Snakes and the other Gryffindors hurried into the Great Hall after the tree, Fitz asked Simmons and Daisy as they more slowly followed everyone else towards food, "Where exactly was Hagrid bringing that tree up here from, though? The dungeons are entirely underground."

"Wherever the troll got in at, which was also in the dungeons and therefore underground?" suggested Daisy with shrug. "Maybe there's a secret underground entrance, like every Shield base we've ever been in."

"Maybe," replied Fitz, but all three of them were quickly distracted by the Christmas decorations covering the Great Hall that had magically appeared since breakfast, and they thought nothing more of the tree or the troll that had got into the castle again, too busy enjoying their just-started Christmas break.

Christmas morning, FitzSkimmons awoke in their normal tangled heap of limbs to find a pile of presents at the foot of their bed.

Having all agreed not to get each other anything, as each other was all they really wanted and it was kind of a fake Christmas for them anyway this not being their world and all, they wondered who all the presents could be from.

"Wow — at least one of us is Mrs Popular," commented Simmons, looking at the pile.

"A lot of it's probably Ronna's — large extended family and all," said Daisy.

"And no one actually knows about Harry, only his fame," added Fitz. "So unless he's already getting fan presents, which would be a little creepy at eleven, probably none of them are for him."

"I've probably got one from Hermione's parents, but I think Daisy's right — the rest must be hers," finished Simmons.

But never three to merely speculate, they quickly scrambled down to the foot of the bed to investigate more thoroughly and find out what was really going on.

"Looks like you've actually got several here, Fitzy," said Daisy, holding out four presents to her husband.

Intrigued, he quickly opened them, finding an owl flute from Hagrid, a fifty-pence piece and what almost constituted a note from his adoptive parents (who were somehow under the impression that Harry had written them a message — Simmons offered the theory that Hogwarts sent out letters to every family who's children were staying at Hogwarts, and that's what Harry's adoptive parents were referring to), a sweater and fudge from Ronna Weasley's mother, and lastly, a silvery-grey cloak.

As soon as Daisy saw it, she gasped. As the other two turned to look at her, she said, "Unless Ronna's highly mistaken, that's an invisibility cloak. Extremely rare and valuable, and exactly what it sounds like."

Fitz threw the cloak around his shoulders, and sure enough, everywhere the cloak covered he was invisible.

"Ooh! A magical cloaking device!" said Simmons excitedly, looking at where the cloak covered part of Fitz's body. "That could definitely come in useful if we ever need to do anything the professors wouldn't approve of."

Meanwhile, Daisy had reached down to pick up a note that had fallen onto the floor. Reading over it, she said, "Apparently it belonged to Harry's dad. Doesn't say who's giving it back to you now, though, or why they had it in the first place, or why they took ten years to give it back to you."

But they didn't think on this long, though, as their stomachs soon beckoned them to the Great Hall for breakfast, and then they spent the rest of the day occupied with feasting and having a snowball fight with the twins, some of their friends, and anyone else they could talk into fighting on their side. Because despite it being three against up to ten, FitzSkimmons still completely dominated, years of tactical training and real-life experience making them practically unbeatable against a bunch of school kids.

But when Fitz decided things were getting a little too boring, and pushed Daisy into a snowbank when she wasn't paying attention, the snowball fight against the rest of the castle was immediately immediately forgotten in favor of a three-way fight to the death between FitzSkimmons to see who could cover the other two in the most snow. And so when the clock chimed out that it was time for supper, the three of them walked into the Great Hall covered from head to toe in snow, laughing up a storm as they took their seats at the Gryffindor table, appetites roaring after their afternoon fun.

~FSK~

After supper was over, FitzSkimmons were walking down the hallway their dorm was on, when they noticed one of the doors along the way was ajar, one which they'd never seen open before.

Never having seen anyone on their hallway before, and certainly no classes on their floor, they pulled out their wands, listening hard for several seconds to see if they heard anything, before carefully nudging the door open after everything remained silent. But when they cautiously entered the room, they found it completely empty, except for a large standing mirror that looked quite old and very extravagant, like it once belonged in a royal European castle somewhere. Once they were sure that the room was completely clear, and no one was hiding in any of the corners to attack them, they closed the door behind them and locked it so no one could sneak in on them without them knowing, and walked over to the mirror to check it out.

They briefly glanced at the unintelligible gobbledygook inscription along the top as they stepped up to it, but as soon as they looked into the mirror, they forgot all about the inscription. For instead of just seeing the three of them standing there like they would in any regular mirror, they saw the three of them standing there with Simmons holding a newborn baby.

They stared at their reflection in the mirror for a long time, before Daisy finally whispered, "Does this mirror show the future?"

Because none of them had any doubt that it was their child that reflection-Simmons was holding in her arms.

"Future? Longing? Because there's nothing more I look forward to one day than this," replied Simmons softly.

"Me either," said Fitz and Daisy at the same time, causing the three of them to turn and look at each other in slight surprise and a whole lot of love.

They continued to just look at each other with love for a long time at their shared dream, until Daisy finally smirked and said, "Well, we can always make it happen."

"Ugh! Daisy!" exclaimed Simmons scandalized, slapping her wife on the shoulder for breaking their moment they were having. "Can't you think of anything besides sex? You're as bad as a guy."

"Hey!" exclaimed Fitz, as at the exact same time Daisy said defensively, "You're the one who just said she wanted a baby! I just pointed out that it's something we have some control over."

"Yeah, but —"

Simmons stopped short, not actually having any argument against what Daisy was saying. So after a few seconds, she said, "Well, I don't want a baby put in me right now, or even for a while, and certainly not in a world other than our own, and anyway, you're not the one who could even do it, so why on earth are you talking! Get your own baby if you want one!"

"Jemma, Jemma," said Fitz soothingly, reaching over to rub her back lightly. "No one's saying you have to have a baby right now. Let's just go back to our dorm and enjoy the rest of our Christmas, unless you want to study the mirror some more. And if we want to actually discuss having a child at some point, we can do that later."

"Okay," nodded Simmons, before looking over at Daisy and saying, "Sorry."

"I started it with the joke about sex," waved off Daisy. "We're all good, girl."

"Then I'm all good for going back to our room," answered Simmons. "I've got the meaningless scribble up top memorized if I get an acute case of curiosity at some point and decide to try looking it up in the library, but for once I doubt I will."

So after wrapping her arms around her spouses' waists, she led them out of the room and down the hall to their dorm to finish celebrating Christmas.

~FSK~

Meanwhile, Dumbledore was smiling to himself as he watched the three of them exit the abandoned classroom.

He was standing at the corner of a secret passage, invisible, watching to make sure Harry discovered the Mirror of Erised for later purposes. He would have preferred to be able to catch Harry staring at the mirror looking at his parents and the rest of his extended family he'd never been able to meet, and thoroughly explain what the mirror did, but as Harry and the two girls he was with were the best three first years in the school, and even better than many of those in grades above them, he trusted that between the three of them they could figure out how the mirror worked.

Because despite the obliviousness of all of his staff, Dumbledore knew that Harry, the Weasley, and the muggleborn weren't living in Gryffindor Tower like they were supposed to be. Which in this case actually worked in his favor. He had of course given Harry his father's invisibility cloak as an anonymous Christmas gift that morning, but as Harry had yet to go exploring the castle at night all year, Dumbledore had his doubts that suddenly being able to do so invisibly was going to make him start wandering out of bounds at night. And if Harry had still been in Gryffindor Tower, it would have been a challenge to have him 'accidentally' run across the mirror. But as he lived on his own secluded corridor that no one else ever went down, Dumbledore had had the genius idea of leaving it in one of the classrooms that was always closed and locked, and leave the door just slightly open to tempt Harry's curiosity — no boy could ever help exploring something new opened up for them. And it had worked flawlessly — Harry had been drawn like a magnet to the open door, and the mirror inside.

His plan was going perfectly.

Early January, the new term started, and with it more opportunities to learn.

Of course, it also brought a renewed amount of Daisy-grumbling, as she had quite enjoyed the few weeks off with no classes and less mandatory learning sessions with Professor Simmons, but all in all, they were happy to be back in classes again, learning more and more advanced magic. But not everything about Hogwarts was purely learning, sometimes it was about having fun teaching a bully a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.

The February morning of the second Gryffindor quidditch match, Daisy looked up from between Simmons' legs and asked, "That quidditch match is this afternoon instead of already started, isn't it?"

Fitz looked down at her from where he'd been nibbling Simmons' neck and replied, "That's what the notice board said. Why? And whatever it is, is it really something we need to talk about right now?"

"That was Simmons' third straight orgasm in like fifteen minutes, so she's going to need a few minutes before she has any more, you probably still need a minute or two to recover from fucking her to the second of those orgasms, and I'm happy to talk about it right now — so yeah, now seemed as good of a time as any," answered Daisy, resting her chin on Simmons' bellybutton.

"You always did have the weirdest timing," sighed Simmons, refusing to open her eyes as she basked in the afterglow of her repeated orgasms. "Asking about upgrades Fitz could make to your gauntlets in between moans as Fitz pounded you doggy style and you were supposed to be licking me, that afternoon after you somehow managed to crack yours in a fight that morning coming to mind."

"Says the girl who routinely holds half-sentence biochem and engineering conversations with her husband when it's just the two of you and you don't realize I'm watching," retorted Daisy playfully.

"Perv — watching me have sex with my husband," smirked Simmons in reply. "And we've always had work conversations regardless of what we're doing, long before we added a sexual dynamic to our relationship."

"You were asking something about quidditch, Daisy?" interrupted Fitz, knowing his wives' playful bickering could go on forever if he didn't step in. Playful bickering was something all three of them excelled at even more than their actual areas of expertise.

"Yes — I was wondering if we should go," answered Daisy. "The Ravenpuff—Huffleclaw one we went to just to see what it was like was reasonably fun, and it's not like we have anything better to do this afternoon. There actually is a limit to how many orgasms the human body can have in a row, as we've proven multiples times over the years we've been married."

"I'm fine with it," shrugged Fitz. "You, Jemma?"

"If my legs are working again by then, sure — why not?"

~FSK~

So that afternoon, they joined the rest of Hogwarts student body down at the quidditch pitch to watch Gryffindor take on Hufflepuff.

But the match hadn't been going on for more than a few minutes when they were suddenly bumped roughly in their backs, and heard Malfoy say loudly, "You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffindor team? It's people they feel sorry for. Like the Weasley twins, who've got no money." Poking Fitz hard in the back, he continued on, "You should be on the team, Potter — you've got no parents. And you too, Longbottom, you've got no brains. In fact, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley here, and that's saying something."

Doing what she'd wanted to since meeting the git on the train six months earlier, Daisy spun around in her seat, punched Malfoy straight in the face, and turned back around to watch the rest of the match.

Malfoy dropped like a rock, unconscious and with a concussion, most of his front teeth knocked out as well. Daisy may not have had her powers, but she still knew how to efficiently punch from May and (shudder) Ward, and Malfoy was just your average-sized eleven year old boy while Daisy was a fully-grown thirty year old who trained and worked out a lot — he never stood a chance against a well-placed punch from her. For their part, Crabbe, Goyle, and Neville just stared in shock at the lump of unconscious Malfoy, all three of them clueless as to what they were supposed to do now. Crabbe and Goyle might have been bullies for hire, but they did have enough self-preservation not to try to attack the girl who'd just knocked out their fearless leader with a single punch, and Neville already had a solid hatred of Malfoy built up from all the Slytherin's bullying of him throughout the year, so it's not like he would do anything anyway. And so without Malfoy awake to be a pain in everyone's arse any more, the rest of the match went by pleasantly, without any more rude interruptions.

After the match was over, FitzSkimmons decided to take a stroll around the grounds to give the crowds pouring from the stadium back up to the Great Hall time to finish eating and leave before they went and had supper themselves. But as they walked back up to the castle at the end of their hike, they saw a hooded Snape descending swiftly down the front steps of the castle, clearly not wanting to be seen.

They watched in silence as he crossed the lawn and disappeared into the Forbidden Forest, before Simmons turned to the other two and commented, "That was odd."

"It's Snape — is there anything not odd about Cruelty Incarnate?" replied Daisy, as they walked into the Entrance Hall.

As Fitz sniggered, Simmons rolled her eyes at her wife, but said anyway, "Fair enough. That just seemed odder than normal."

"Maybe, but do we really care?" shrugged Fitz as the found seats at the Gryffindor table. "He isn't abusing any of us, or Neville, or anyone else that it looked like, so who cares what he's doing. He can go abuse a tree all he wants, for all I care."

"Good point," replied Simmons. "And speaking of abusing someone, nice punch during the match, Daisy-girl. His two henchmen had to carry him back up to the castle to the hospital wing after the match, he was still out cold."

"I would worry about how it will affect the development of his brain, but he doesn't have one, so we're all good," smirked Daisy.