A/N: I'm going to make this clear. I don't own the Harry Potter series or it's characters. That right goes to JK Rowling
If you haven't yet, read before this story:
The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Sorcerer's Stone
The Son and Nephew of the Maurders: The Chamber of Secrets
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Harry gets a Firebolt for Christmas
Harry wanted nothing more than to go to his dad and find out more of what happened the night his mum died, and Pettigrew's part of it, but Hermione talked him out of it, saying James was probably waiting until Harry was old enough to find out the full story.
Through out dinner Harry stayed quiet. It didn't help that Fred and George had set off a dozen Dungbombs in a fit of end-of-term high spirits in the Gryffindor common room.
The dormitory and common room was mostly deserted. Ron Neville and Hermione tried to cheer Harry up. No one brought up Pettigrew, hoping it all pass. Well, Hermione and Ron had hopes, but Neville knew better. Neville even tried to convince Hermione and Ron to see it from Harry's point of view. Neville wouldn't admit it outloud, but there wasn't a day he wished he could get revenge on the person that send his parents to the hospital unable to recognize their own son.
They tried to cheer Harry up by going to Hagrid's where they spend time with Buckbeak. They found out the lessons of Flobberworms has ended since they died eating too much lettuce. Hermione suggested the idea of having a class on gnomes and the best way to rid of them with and without magic since most muggleborns never had to deal with Gnomes growing up. Hagrid seemed to like the idea before realizing it was late and that they should be going back to the castle.
Once back at the castle they enjoyed the decorations of the Great Hall, which was filled with twelve Christmas trees, glittering with golden stars. A powerful and delicious smell of cooking pervaded the corridors. By Christmas Eve, the scent was so strong Neville had a hard time keeping Trevor in one place.
On Christmas morning, Harry was sleeping in his dad's room when Ron burst in shouting, "Get up, Harry! Presents!"
When Harry walked into the main room where the tree under it was filled with presents. Neville and Hermione were there along with James and Remus. Soon they started opening presents.
Harry got a scarlet sweater with the Gryffindor lion knitted on the front from Mrs. Weasley, a dozen home-baked mince pies, Christmas cake, and a dozen other things from the Tonks, Weasleys, and Longbottom families. Just when Harry thought that was everything, James walked into his bedroom and came out with a long thin package.
"This is from your uncles and me, Harry," James said handing it to Harry.
Harry opened the package and found a magnificent, gleaming broom stick that Harry recognized from the store in Diagon Alley: the Firebolt. Its handle glittered as he picked it up. He could feel it vibrating and let it go; it hung in midair, unsupported, at exactly the right height for him to mount it. His eyes moved from the golden registration number at the top of the handle, right down to the perfectly smooth, streamlined birch twigs that made up the tail.
"I know you been eyeing the firebolt for a while," James admitted. "And since you asked me not to get you a brand-new Nimbus, your uncles and I split as much savings as we could into getting you this."
"After Padfoot insisted on it instead of getting you a Comet or Cleansweep," Remus added. "He kept on insisting that Harry had long proven that it was the skills that makes the player and that he deserves a broom that can match his skills."
"Yes, yes," James waved it off. "And now Harry got a broom to do so."
Harry jumped up and hugged his dad and uncle repeatedly saying thank you.
"Harry, you got to let me ride it!" Ron begged. "Please! I won't break it!"
"You two can ride it after lunch," James told them. "After I get first di—I mean test it out to make sure its safe for you two."
Everyone shook their heads as they knew what James really meant he wanted to ride it first.
"By the way, Harry, I had Dobby's present delivered to him," James said. "Socks? Really, son?"
"He really likes socks!" Harry argued.
At lunchtime they went down to the Great Hall, to find that the House tables had been moved against the walls again, and that a single table set for fourteen, stood in the middle of the room. Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, and Flitwick were there, along with Filch the caretaker, who was dressed rather nicely in a moldy looking tailcoat kind of way. There were three other students, two extremely nervous-looking first years and a sullen-faced Slytherin fifth year.
"Merry Christmas!" said Dumbledore as the group approached the table. "As there are so few of us, it seemed foolish to use the House tables… sit down, sit down!"
They did so at the end of the tables. Dumbledore had offered Snape a silver noisemaker, who took it reluctantly and tugged. With a bang like a gunshot, the cracker flew apart to reveal a large, pointed witch's hat topped with a stuffed vulture. James and Harry burst out laughing, especially when Snape handed it to Dumbledore who swapped it with his own hat.
Dumbledore handed another one to Harry and when he pulled it streamer burst out in an explosion like his boggart dementor.
"I figured you might like that one, Harry," Dumbledore said. "Nothing brings good mood like a reminder of joy. Now dig in!"
As Harry was helping himself to roast potatoes, the doors to the Great Hall opened again and Harry's stomach dropped.
No! Why did it had to be her? Harry thought as a very thin witch with large glasses that magnified her eyes to several times their natural size, and innumeral chains and beeads hung around her spindly neck, and her arms and hands were encrusted with bangles and rings like a muggle fortune teller if they were dressed in a green sequined dressed.
"Sybill, this is a pleasant surprise!" said Dumbledore standing up.
"I have been crystal gazing, Headmaster," the witch said in a mistiest, most faraway voice, "and to my astonishment, I saw myself abandoning my solitary luncheon and coming to join you. Who am I to refuse the prompting of fate? I at once hastened from my tower, and I do beg of you to forgive my lateness…"
"Certainly, certainly," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. "Let me draw you up a chair."
As Dumbledore waved his wand for a chair to be set between Snape and Hermione turned to Harry with a questioning look.
"Professor Sybil Trewlaney," Harry said. "The Divination Professor who loves predicting my death. She normally doesn't get involved with these things unless she gets one of her visions."
Hermione narrowed her eyes and nodded as she turned to the professor who sat down.
"Professor Lupin, I must say, I'm shock to see you out," Dumbledore said. "I thought with your condition you be gone today."
"Well since this is my first Christmas spending time with my nephew at Hogwarts, I decided to risk my condition," Remus said eating some raw cooked meat that no one but a select few noticed.
"I understand," Dumbledore said. "Nothing like spending time with the family to make someone with an illness to feel better. Derek, have you had any of these chipolatas? They're excellent."
The first year boy went furiously red on being addressed directly by Dumbledore.
"Relax guys, I know it can be intimidating at first being around Dumbledore, but I promise you, he's no different from anyone else," James said. "Take my son, Harry. He's known across the Wizarding world for surviving You-Know-Who, but other than that, he's your average wizard. Heck the way he behaves, most muggles wouldn't even know he is famous."
"Dad…" Harry groaned.
They practically stayed, having a party until after dinner when everyone went to bed except for Remus and James who had left early for something they need to work on all night. Surprisingly Sybil not mention once a death omen, although she did voice her concern about other omens that can lead to a death omen.
Neither Ron Harry or James got the chance to ride the Firebolt until the next morning, which for some reason, everyone but Remus and Sybil took part in watching and even participating. Harry even let the three first years that stayed for the holidays ride his broomstick.
Over all, it was a good holiday, which only made Harry a little worried about the second term arrives.