Harry woke up and reached for his glasses. They weren't there. "Ron,
where are my glasses?"
Ron ignored him.
"Ron?"
No response.
Harry looked down at the end of the bed; there weren't any presents there. None. He never got many but he'd never gotten absolutely nothing either.
He sat up, but found he was too dizzy to stand and lay back down instead.
This was extremely odd.
The dormitory door burst open and Hermione came in. Harry sat up so she'd be sure to see him. But she walked right past him to Ron. She sat on the edge of his bed, waking him up and giving him a kiss. Ron sat up. Hermione went over to Neville's bed, bringing her Christmas presents with her. The two of them began talking. Completely ignoring Harry whenever he tried to talk to them. It was another 10 minutes before Renata came in.
She ignored him too.
"This isn't funny anymore!"
Renata and Hermione laughed. "Okay, we've forgiven you."
"For what?"
"Reading our diary."
"Why was Ron ignoring me?"
"He wasn't," said Renata. "I snuck in early and put a charm on him to make sure he wouldn't be able to hear anything when you tried to talk to him this morning."
"And when I came in I removed the charm, but told him to ignore you."
Renata added, "When I was in earlier I took your glasses and hid your presents under the bed."
"Don't forget about that potion you made him swallow," said Hermione.
"What sort of potion?" Harry asked warily.
"To make you dizzy."
"You had that type of thing just lying around?"
"No, we were saving it to use on Malfoy when the holidays were over."
"How-"
"I made you swallow it by pinching your nose and jamming the vial of potion between your teeth." She walked across the room to him and put her arms around him. "Here are your glasses. And here's the antidote, though the effects should be wearing off by now." She put his glasses on him and the room came abruptly into focus.
Harry gulped the antidote; it tasted vile. "Did it have to taste so bad?" he asked, making a face at her.
"No," she said happily. "I did that just for the fun of it. All your presents are under the bed." She gave him a kiss and helped him bring them up so he could open them. There was the usual package from Mrs. Weasley. A very nice, leather-bound, never-ending journal from Renata. A new watch from Hermione and Ron. A photo album from Remus. The album was full of pictures of Harry's parents, Remus, Sirius, a couple of young pictures of Lilly and Petunia, one Harry supposed must be his grandparents on his father's side, and many more. Sirius had sent him a set of keys on a key chain, with a note. The note said, "One key goes to my motorcycle, the other goes to my house. These are yours. The key chain is bewitched so that anytime you need your keys all you have to do is snap and say 'keys' and they'll come. Happy Christmas, Harry."
Since they were planning on going to the dance that night, they had their annual snowball fight directly after breakfast. Ginny, Hermione, and Renata against Ron and Harry. Ron and Harry got totally creamed.
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Author's Note: Okay, next chapter soon, I promise.
Ron ignored him.
"Ron?"
No response.
Harry looked down at the end of the bed; there weren't any presents there. None. He never got many but he'd never gotten absolutely nothing either.
He sat up, but found he was too dizzy to stand and lay back down instead.
This was extremely odd.
The dormitory door burst open and Hermione came in. Harry sat up so she'd be sure to see him. But she walked right past him to Ron. She sat on the edge of his bed, waking him up and giving him a kiss. Ron sat up. Hermione went over to Neville's bed, bringing her Christmas presents with her. The two of them began talking. Completely ignoring Harry whenever he tried to talk to them. It was another 10 minutes before Renata came in.
She ignored him too.
"This isn't funny anymore!"
Renata and Hermione laughed. "Okay, we've forgiven you."
"For what?"
"Reading our diary."
"Why was Ron ignoring me?"
"He wasn't," said Renata. "I snuck in early and put a charm on him to make sure he wouldn't be able to hear anything when you tried to talk to him this morning."
"And when I came in I removed the charm, but told him to ignore you."
Renata added, "When I was in earlier I took your glasses and hid your presents under the bed."
"Don't forget about that potion you made him swallow," said Hermione.
"What sort of potion?" Harry asked warily.
"To make you dizzy."
"You had that type of thing just lying around?"
"No, we were saving it to use on Malfoy when the holidays were over."
"How-"
"I made you swallow it by pinching your nose and jamming the vial of potion between your teeth." She walked across the room to him and put her arms around him. "Here are your glasses. And here's the antidote, though the effects should be wearing off by now." She put his glasses on him and the room came abruptly into focus.
Harry gulped the antidote; it tasted vile. "Did it have to taste so bad?" he asked, making a face at her.
"No," she said happily. "I did that just for the fun of it. All your presents are under the bed." She gave him a kiss and helped him bring them up so he could open them. There was the usual package from Mrs. Weasley. A very nice, leather-bound, never-ending journal from Renata. A new watch from Hermione and Ron. A photo album from Remus. The album was full of pictures of Harry's parents, Remus, Sirius, a couple of young pictures of Lilly and Petunia, one Harry supposed must be his grandparents on his father's side, and many more. Sirius had sent him a set of keys on a key chain, with a note. The note said, "One key goes to my motorcycle, the other goes to my house. These are yours. The key chain is bewitched so that anytime you need your keys all you have to do is snap and say 'keys' and they'll come. Happy Christmas, Harry."
Since they were planning on going to the dance that night, they had their annual snowball fight directly after breakfast. Ginny, Hermione, and Renata against Ron and Harry. Ron and Harry got totally creamed.
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Author's Note: Okay, next chapter soon, I promise.
