Updated as of 1/29/19

Please note I used some deleted scenes and parts from the book for some of the Christmas parts.

The next morning, in the great hall, the four were sitting, eating breakfast. Harry was twirling his food on a fork.

"Take a bit of toast, mate, go on," Ron said.

"Ron's right, Harry. You're gonna need your strength today," Hermione agreed.

"I'm not hungry," Harry said.

"But it's your first game," Fiona added. Snape appeared behind them.

"Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you...even if it is against Slytherin," he said before leaving, limping. Harry noticed.

"That explains the blood," Harry said.

"Blood?" Hermione asked.

"Listen, last night, I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion so he could try and get past that three headed dog. But, he got himself bitten, that's why he's limping."

"But why would anyone go near that dog?"

"I'm surprised he still has a leg if that's the case," Fiona agreed.

"The day I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults. He said it was Hogwarts' business, very secret."

"So you're saying..."

"That's what the dog's guarding. That's what Snape wants." An owl screeched above. It was Hedwig carrying a very large, long parcel. She dropped it off, the group catching it.

"Bit early for mail, isn't it?" Hermione asked.

"But I-I never get mail," Harry said.

"Let's open it," Ron said before the four tore into the paper. They pushed it away to reveal a broom.

"It's a broomstick!" Harry said.

"Obviously," Fiona said making Harry nudge her.

"That's not just any broomstick, Harry. It's a Nimbus 2000!" Ron exclaimed.

"But who...?" Harry saw Professor McGonagall up at the head table, stroking Hedwig. She smiled and Harry nodded.

…

"Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts' first Quidditch game of the season! Today's game Slytherin versus Gryffindor!" Lee Jordan called over the loudspeaker from the professor's stand. The students were cheering. The players took their positions in the air in a circle. Harry weaved in, highest amongst them. He looked down. "The players take their positions as Madam Hooch steps out onto the field to begin the game," Lee Jordan narrated into the announcement microphone.

"Now, I want a nice clean game...from all of you," Madam Hooch said as she mostly looked at Slytherin. She kicked the trunk, and the bludgers zoomed out.

"The bludgers are up...followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember, the snitch is worth 150 points. The seeker who catches the Snitch ends the game." The snitch zoomed around each Seeker's head, then disappeared. Hooch grabbed the Quaffle. "The Quaffle is released...and the game begins!" Gryffindor took possession of the ball and a chaser, Angelina Johnson, zoomed past Slytherins towards their goal, and threw the ball, and scored. There was a ding. "Angelina Johnson scores! 10 points for Gryffindor!" Harry, in the air, clapped. A bludger zoomed by him and he had to hold onto his broom. In the stands, Gryffindor cheered.

"Well done!" Hagrid cheered behind, Ron, Hermione and Fiona.

"Slytherin takes possession of the Quaffle. Bletchley passes to Captain Marcus Flint." Flint dodged people and threw for the Gryffindor hoops. Oliver appeared and whacked the ball away with his broom. He smirked at Flint, who glared. Johnson and Katie Bell passed the Quaffle back and forth as they strategized to score. Johnson took it, threw it, and once again scored

"Yay!" Ron and Seamus cheered.

"I didn't think Quidditch would be this much fun to watch," Fiona said to Hermione as they clapped.

"Another 10 points to Gryffindor!" The Slytherins dodged, kicked, and tried to score but once again, Oliver blocked their attempt. Flint grabbed a beater's bat from one and whacked a bludger right at Oliver. It hit Oliver in the stomach and he fell to the ground. The crowd booed while Slytherin laughed. The Slytherin members headed off. One jumped over one of the twins and scored. Slytherin cheered. They boxed Johnson in and sent her into the capes covering one of the towers. She fell down in and was out. The crowd booed some more. Slytherin scored once again. Suddenly, Harry saw the Snitch. He started to head off after it and then his broom started bucking and turning.

"What's going on with Harry's broomstick?" Hagrid asked. Hermione looked through binoculars at Harry, then at Snape, who was muttering something. Her eyes widened and she turned to Ron and Fiona.

"It's Snape! He's jinxing the broom!" she whisper-shouted at them.

"Jinxing the broom? What do we do?" Ron asked.

"Leave it to me." She handed Ron her binoculars and left. Harry was knocked around, and then almost fell. He dangled by one arm from the broom.

"Come on, Hermione!" Ron said. Fiona grabbed the binoculars from him and looked through them to see Snape's cloak catch on fire.

"Way to go, Hermione," Fiona said with a grin. She watched him stand up, fall back knocking some other people down before batting out the fire and acting as nothing happened. Harry's broom stop bucking and Harry climbed back on. The Slytherin seeker was after the Snitch, Harry took off after him.

"Go!" Ron and Fiona shouted.

"Go go go!" Hagrid cheered. Harry rammed the Slytherin Seeker, then was butted out. He returned, smashing the Seeker again as the Snitch dove. The boys followed, but they approached the ground quickly. The Slytherin Seeker backed out, but Harry pulled up his broom as he followed the Snitch, feet above the ground. Harry stood up, and stepped forward, trying to grab the snitch. He went too far, and toppled off the broom with a yelp, tumbling on the ground. He got up and lurched. The crowd gasped.

"Looks like he's gonna be sick!" Hagrid exclaimed. Harry lurched and the Snitch popped out of his mouth. It landed in his hands.

"He's got the Snitch! Harry Potter receives 150 points for catching the Snitch!" Lee announced. Madam Hooch blew her whistle.

"Gryffindor wins!" she shouted. The stadium started cheering, except for Slytherin of course. Harry raised the Snitch into the air and the crowd, and his house, chanted.

"Go go Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor! Go go Gryffindor!"

…

After the game, the teams changed and headed back to the castle. Harry met up with Hermione, Ron and Fiona who were waiting with Hagrid. Hermione told Harry about what Snape had been doing but of course Hagrid had some doubts.

"Nonsense. Why would Snape put a curse on Harry's broom?" Hagrid asked.

"Who knows. Why was he trying to get past that 3 headed dog on Halloween?" Harry asked.

"Who told you 'bout Fluffy?"

"Fluffy?" Ron asked.

"That thing has a name?" Hermione asked.

"Well, of course he's got a name. He's mine. I bought him off an Irish feller I met down at the pub last year. Then I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the…" Hagrid trailed off.

"Yes?" Harry asked.

"Shouldn'ta said that. Don't ask any more questions. That's top secret, that is."

"But Hagrid, whatever Fluffy's guarding, Snape's trying to steal it!"

"Codswallop. Professor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher."

"Hogwarts teacher or not, I know a curse when I see one. I've read all about them. You have to keep eye contact. And Snape wasn't blinking," Hermione said.

"Exactly," Harry agreed.

"And it's no secret he doesn't like Harry," Fiona pointed out.

"Yeah," Ron said as he nodded. Hagrid sighed.

"Now, you listen to me, all three of you. You're meddlin' in things that ought not to be meddled in. It's dangerous. What that dog is guarding is strictly between Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel."

"Nicholas Flamel?" Harry asked.

"I shouldn't have said that. I should not have said that. I should not have said that," Hagrid continued to repeat as he walked away.

"Nicholas Flamel...Who's Nicholas Flamel?" Harry asked.

"I don't know," Hermione said.

"Library?" Fiona asked. Hermione nodded and the boys groaned.

Later that week Fiona walked into double potions without the others; Ron and Harry had forgotten their books so they'd run off to get them and Hermione was looking in the library book while she had time before class. Fiona entered the classroom and frowned when she saw Draco sitting where Ron normally sat beside her. He looked uncomfortable since a Gryffindor sat to his left.

"What are you doing there?" Fiona asked as she walked over. He turned and smiled at her.

"Oh, Gaunt. Hello," Draco greeted her. "Clearly I'm sitting," he said as he motioned to the chair.

"I can see that," Fiona said as she closed her eyes for a moment. "Why are you sitting there?"

"We're getting new potions partners today to make the Herbicide Potion," he said with a grin.

"Good. You have two lackeys, give the other a turn," Fiona said putting her books down but not sitting.

"Crabbe and Goyle said they're going to be partners, which leaves me with you."

"No, where it leaves you is with a different snake," Fiona said. "I'm working with Harry or Ron," she said before sitting down.

"Did you see their last potion compared to mine?" he asked with a scoff as he leaned closer. "You're better off with me, at least then you'll get a passing grade."

"You seem to forget that my potion was better than yours," Fiona pointed out. Draco frowned. "If anything I'd be helping them."

"You shouldn't have to help them," he said with a disgusted look.

"They're my friends," she said before looking towards the doorway. "Speaking of." Draco looked to see the trio entering. Fiona looked at Draco. "Move," she ordered. Harry and Hermione sat down and Ron stood next to Fiona and waited for Draco to move. Draco huffed before getting up and moving to his normal seat. Snape stood from his desk as the rest of the students filed in.

"New partners. No complaints," he announced. "Weasley, Granger. Crabbe, Bulstrode. Malfoy, Gaunt. Thomas,-"

"Wait- but sir-!" Fiona started as her eyes widened.

"Don't interrupt," Snape snapped, giving her a look before continuing to name partners. Draco grinned up at Snape before he turned around to smirk at her. She let out a sigh and crossed her arms.

…

"I'll get the ingredients Gaunt," Draco said from his seat beside her before getting up and heading to the cabinets. Fiona looked over at Harry who was working with Seamus. He looked back at her and smiled apologetically. Draco came back with the ingredients and Fiona opened her book. "Here." Draco put the mortar in front of her. "We can both agree we can a good grade," he said giving her a smile. Fiona nodded. Draco added six snake fangs to the mortar and Fiona crushed them into a fine powder using the pestle while Draco set up the cauldron to heat to the right temperature.

"How many measures?"

"Uh…" Draco turned her book so he could see. "Four," he said. "Almost the right temperature...okay." He nodded and Fiona added the crushed fangs. They counted 10 seconds before waving their wand over it.

"Alright now we wait 35 minutes," Fiona said before pulling her book over to her for the writing assignment they had to do while they waited for the potion to finish.

"I seem to have forgotten my book," Draco said giving her a smirk. Fiona sighed.

"You can share mine," she said reluctantly, sliding it so it was between them. His smirk grew and he shifted closer to her.

"Thanks, Gaunt," he said. Fiona shifted a bit away from him with a pout.

It was Christmas. Inside the great hall, students were leaving and ghosts were singing (Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, ring the Hogwarts bell. Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas...) Hermione approached the empty tables, wheeling a cart. She went to Ron and Harry, who were playing chess.

"Knight to E-5," Harry said. A piece moved across the board. Ron thought for a moment

"Queen to E-5," He said. A queen walked over to E-5 and knocked the knight away with her chair.

"That's totally barbaric!" Hermione exclaimed.

"That's wizard's chess. I see you've packed," Ron noticed.

"See you haven't."

"Change of plans. My parents decided to go to Romania to visit my brother, Charlie. He's studying dragons there!"

"Good. You can help Harry, then. He's going to go the library for information on Nicholas Flamel."

"We've looked a hundred times!" Ron exclaimed before looking to Harry who nodded.

"Not in the restricted section...Happy Christmas," Hermione said before walking away.

"I think we've had a bad influence on her," Ron said. "Is Fiona going home for Christmas?"

"She was supposed to but her father said if she wanted to stay she could."

"She can help us find that book Hermione is certain is in the library," Ron said before rolling his eyes slightly.

…

Christmas morning, Hedwig was perched in the boys' room, and Harry was still asleep in bed.

"Harry, wake up! Come on Harry, wake up!" Ron shouted from downstairs. Harry got up and ran to a balcony overlooking the common room, where Ron was standing next to a tree. He was wearing a sweater with an R on it. "Happy Christmas, Harry," Ron said.

"Happy Christmas, Ron. What are you wearing?" Harry asked. Ron looked down at his sweater.

"Oh, Mum made it for me. Looks like you've got one too!"

"I've got presents?"

"Yeah!"

"Oh!" Harry ran down the stairs.

"Should we wake Fiona?" Ron asked. Harry paused at the bottom of the stairs and shook his head with wide eyes making Ron's widen as well.

"Best let her sleep. She's not really a morning person," Harry explained. Ron nodded with his eyebrows up in surprised and motioned to the smaller pile of presents under the tree.

"There they are," he said. Ron sat on a couch arm and ate jelly beans as Harry picked up the package wrapped in thick brown paper on the top of his pile. After reading it was from Hagrid he opened it to find a roughly cut wooden flute. He blew into it and a note like an owl was produced. He placed it into his top's pocket and picked up the smallest present which was just a letter with a 50-pence piece that fascinated Ron having never seen or used muggle money and Harry was glad to let Ron have it. The 'present' was from his aunt and uncle. He picked up a lumpy package and Ron's cheeks went pink.

"Who's this from?"

"My mom," Ron told him. Harry seemed surprised and started to open it. "I told her you didn't expect anything and… oh no," he groaned. "she's made you a Weasley sweater." It was a thick hand-knitted emerald green sweater and a large box of homemade fudge. "She makes us sweaters every year, mine's always maroon."

"That's really nice of her," Harry said as he tried some of the fudge. He'd also gotten a box of chocolate frogs from Hermione and a package of homemade baked goods from Fiona's mother. He left the latter unopened to share them with Fiona. He picked up the last package, a silver wrapped package. Harry took out the letter attached to the package.

"Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well," he read aloud. He looked to Ron who shrugged. Harry opened the present.

"What is it?" Ron asked.

"Some kind of...cloak," Harry said.

"Well, let's see then. Put it on," Ron said. Harry put the cloak on and all of him disappeared except for his head.

"Whoa!" Ron put down his box of beans and stood.

"My body's gone!" Harry looked down at him missing body then back at Ron.

"I know what that is! That's an invisibility cloak!"

"I'm invisible?" Harry asked as he spun around looking down.

"They're really rare. I wonder who gave it to you," Ron mused as he got up and picked up the letter. Harry walked over.

"There was no name. It just said, 'Use it well.'"

"What is all the shouting about?" The two boys looked to see Fiona at the top of the stairs, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Her eyes widened when she finally looked down at the two. "Harry! Your body!"

"It's okay!" He quickly took off the cloak to show her. "It's an invisibility cloak," he said.

"Neat!" She quickly ran down the stairs to join them. "Can I try?" she asked.

"Sure!" Harry draped the cloak around her and she let out a happy squeak as she looked down at her missing body.

"This is so cool!" She spun around. The two boys chuckled as they watched her. "Can you see through it?" she asked before putting the cloak over her head as well. "Whoa!"

"Can you?" Harry asked. Fiona didn't answer.

"Fiona?" Ron asked.

"Where'd you go?"

"Boo!" The two boys jumped and turned around to see Fiona giggling behind them, the cloak around her shoulders.

"Don't do that!" Ron exclaimed with a hand over his heart as Fiona continued to giggle. She gave the cloak back to Harry before getting her presents.

"Mum sent us a goodie box!" Fiona exclaimed turning to Harry with a big grin.

"She sent me some as well," he told her as he motioned to the box.

"Goodie box?" Ron asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Fiona's mum loves to bake and she makes the best cookies," Harry explained with a grin.

"Can I try one?" Ron asked.

"Of course," Fiona said before handing each boy a cookie from her box.

"This is amazing! Are you sure you're mum's not a witch?" Ron asked. Fiona giggled and Harry chuckled.

"What else did you get?" Fiona asked seeing the wrapping paper around Harry's feet.

"Hagrid got me a flute, Ron's mum made me a sweater and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia got me a fifty-pence," he listed off. "I gave it to Ron."

"I'm honestly surprised they sent you anything at all," Fiona admitted. Harry nodded in agreement.

"Hermione sent us all sweets." He offered her a chocolate frog.

"He's gotta get his collection started," Ron said. "You have any extras?"

"A few," Fiona said with a nod. "We should see which ones Harry still needs." Ron nodded in agreement. Harry smiled at the two. The boy's dormitory door flung open and Fred and George came down the stairs. Harry went to move the invisibility cloak out of sight but found Fiona had hidden it for him. She nodded to it to make sure he knew where it was. He gave her a grateful smile.

"Merry Christmas!" They greeted in unison.

"Hey look – Harry's got a sweater too!" The two were wearing matching blue sweaters with large yellow F and G.

"Not for Fiona though; don't worry, I'll let you borrow mine," Fred said giving her a nudge and a grin.

"Or mine!" George added. Fred picked up Harry's noting that his didn't have a large H.

"What's all this noise?" Percy asked as he came into the room. His sweater was on his arm, in perfect position for Fred to grab it.

"P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we're all wearing ours even Harry got one." The eldest brother fought against the twins as they forced the sweater over his head.

…

The next night at dinner Harry was distant and Fiona didn't know why. She didn't know about him and Ron finding the mirror of Erised the night before. He sat in front of one of the fireplaces in the great hall while the Weasleys all ate at the head of the Gryffindor table. She sat beside Harry but didn't say anything. Ron came over not long after the food appeared. He looked to Fiona who shrugged.

"Wanna play chess?" he asked. Harry shook his head.

"No," he said quietly.

"Wanna go and visit Hagrid?"

"No," Harry repeated with another shake of his head. Ron looked to Fiona briefly.

"Harry, I know what you're thinking, but don't," Ron said. "There's something not right about that mirror." Harry didn't answer but nodded. Ron went back to the others without another word.

"Mirror?" Fiona asked quietly. Harry's face seemed to light up.

"Tonight once everyone's asleep, meet me in the common room," he whispered. Fiona nodded without question.

About an hour after everyone went to bed that night Fiona snuck downstairs in her pajamas and a robe to find Harry sitting on the couch. He stood when he saw her.

"Did you find a book on Flamel?" she asked. Harry shook his head.

"There's something I have to show you." He lifted the invisibility cloak and the two got under it before leaving the common room.

He brought her in the room with the mirror he'd found the night before and took off the cloak.

"A big mirror?" Fiona asked as she looked at him. "This is what Ron was talking about?"

"What do you see in it?" Harry asked motioning to it.

"It's just a mirror Harry. I'm going to see my reflection."

"Just… look in it," he said as he gave her a slight push towards it.

"Okay." Fiona walked up to the mirror.

"What do you see?" Harry asked. Fiona shook her head as she took a step back from it.

"How…?"

"What is it?"

"It's my mum."

"Your mum?" Harry frowned. "Is she okay?" Fiona nodded.

"She's fine but… she's standing next to a man…"

"Your dad?" Harry asked. Fiona shook her head. "Who is it?"

"I don't know…" she said looking down at her feet. "What does this mirror show?"

"It showed me my parents… and it showed Ron winning the house cup and being head boy."

"So…it's not the future or the past but…" Harry shrugged. "You see your parents?" she asked. Harry nodded as he stepped in front of the mirror and smiled at it.

"They're standing there," he said. "They look happy."

"I wish I could see them," she mumbled. Harry gave her a sad smile. Suddenly Dumbledore appeared behind the two.

"Back again, Harry?" he asked making the two turn to see him. "And you've brought Fiona this time," he said as he approached. "I see that you, like so many before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised. I trust by now you realize what it does." The two didn't answer. He walked closer to them. "Let me give you a clue. The happiest man on earth would look into the mirror and see only himself, exactly as he is."

"So, then it shows us what we want? Whatever we want?" Harry asked.

"Yes...and no. It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, most desperate desires of our hearts. Now you, who have never known your family, you see them standing beside you." Harry looked to the mirror. "And Fiona." She looked up at him. "You see a man who is not your father and…someone who doesn't share the blood of your father's family." Fiona looked down. Harry reached over and held her hand, giving it a light squeeze. She gave him a small sad smile. "But remember this." The two looked up at Dumbledore. "This mirror gives us neither knowledge or truth. Men have wasted away in front of it, even gone mad. That is why tomorrow, it will be moved to a new home, and I must ask you not to go looking for it again. It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry, and forget to live." Harry looked back at the mirror. "Now, you two best return to your dorms. It's late."

"Yes professor," Harry said. He picked up the cloak he'd bundled up before the two left the room.