Alrighty everyone, I decided to give you an early update since I'm a bit excited about the next chapter and I want to post it quickly. Secondly, I wonder why the last chapter got no reviews... either way, here's the next one.

Harry Potter is an amazing work, which has changed many lives. You can see how it is impossible for me to own it.

Three Christmases

It was all a question of 'my, my, my, what is going on here?' when Sirius went home to the Potter's. James and he dragged their trunks to their room and began setting themselves up, for the Christmas holidays. For Sirius, these were going to be long holidays indeed.

James on the other hand, was flushed with his success of striking a friendship with Lily, was in so good a mood, he did not even let Sirius' surly behavior affect him. Singing in the shower, prancing like a teenage girl (Sirius had always wondered why Prongs had to be a stag. The answer lay before him now.), helping his mother in the kitchen, and so on and so forth.

Sirius took three days to actually bring himself to open his trunk, and when he did, he saw a small bit of white paper, tucked between the clothes.

Wizards did not use paper.

He tugged at it, and smoothed it out to find unusual handwriting. Wasn't this the letter he had taken from June, start of the term?

Curiosity was getting the better of him. He coldly remembered the address of her house on the file he had read. She would be home for Christmas, would she not? He could go visit - No! He was not going to entertain the thought any more than necessary.

Even so, he opened the letter with a pen knife, and searched it for any outward clues. Then he began to read.

Need more money. Othrwise, u no what wll happen.

Whoever had written it, obviously had no idea how to write. There were many miss-spellings. There was no bottom signature. What on earth did it mean?

Lily, Marlene and Mary had arrived at the Evans' soon enough, and the girls had settled themselves in quick enough. Marlene and Mary were happy to spend Christmas with Lily, since Mary's grandparents had gone for a vacation in America and Marlene's parents were going to visit her brother in Norway.

The only person who was not happy with this arrangement was Petunia Evans, who actively disliked everything magical – whether it was sweet girls like Mary who tried to be nice to her, or cheeky little devils like Marlene who decided that their ambition in life was to make her miserable.

Lily also learnt from her mother, that Petunia had herself a boyfriend, who would be coming to visit them sometime in the evening. Her mother told Lily to take Marlene and Mary and go out on the town, since she and her father wanted to have some conversation with Vernon and Petunia alone. Lily didn't particularly want to go out.

Nevertheless, she put on a pretty dress and ordered Marlene to do the same. They got ready and waited for Petunia and Vernon to arrive, since Petunia was bringing him back after seeing a movie. With a pang Lily remembered her promise to James – he wanted to know what a movie was. She would have to write to him and ask him if he was holding up to the invitation.

The bell rang loudly, and Lily hurriedly threw on a last bit of eye liner, before she heard a gruff voice downstairs.

"Hello Vernon," came her mother's voice, "Petunia's told me a lot about you."

And she heard Vernon's gruff voice again, giving a reply in a sort of pleasant way.

Lily found her way downstairs, and was met with a very large, beefy man with a heavy mustache. Lily was overcome with a desire to laugh. She smiled at Vernon, and introduced herself shyly.

"Hi Vernon," she said, "I'm Lily."

Vernon Dursley nodded at her and shook her hand with his sausage fingers.

Marlene and Mary tumbled down at that moment, Marlene looking really pretty in the yellow dress she was wearing, and Mary scrutinizing Vernon from far, in a dark blue dress.

Vernon looked at Mrs Evans in question, and Mrs Evans obliged at once, "This is Marlene McKinnon and Mary McDonald," she gestured to the girls in question, "They're Lily's friends."

Mary and Marlene nodded at Vernon, and just as Marlene was about to say something rude, Petunia said, "Don't you have somewhere to go, Lily?" she asked, her teeth gnashing.

"Right you are, Tuney," said Lily at once. Petunia flinched at the old nickname.

Lily, Marlene and Mary exited the house with pretty dignity.

"Oh dear, I don't think I made a good impression," said Lily forlornly.

"You!" burst Marlene, "What about him?"

"No offense to Petunia, but he looked like a pompous walrus," said Mary, nodding her head.

Lily laughed at that – she had to.

"Well, we might as well have a good time," said Lily, "Where do you want to go?"

"How about that nice little Jazz club?" asked Mary enthusiastically.

"Sure," said Lily cheerfully, "Let's dance our pants off."

"That would be a site indeed," said Marlene sardonically.

All three of them burst into laughter at that. Lily hailed a cab and they disappeared into the London darkness, with a smell of mystery in the air.

Christmas came with a bang. Already there was a delicious hint of something in the air. James and Sirius had created raucous across the house. Sirius had forgotten about June – at least, for sometime. When he was in bed and couldn't sleep she came invading his thoughts most annoyingly. Wasn't it enough that she had made his first week into the Christmas holidays horrible?

Besides, they had had an unusually large Christmas breakfast to divert his mind appropriately.

So Sirius had stopped dwelling on her, and stopped thinking about their kiss. Every time she decided to enter her thoughts, he would banish her away. He was annoyed by how often he had to banish her.

But he couldn't control his dreams, and there she reigned supreme. There was not a night she didn't arrive in his dreams, confusing him all the time, making him sweat and speak in the night.

On Christmas day they had been testing the relative bounciness of Mrs Potter's bed when it broke.

"Boys?" came Mrs Potter's voice.

They shared a look of panic.

"Yes Mum?" called James.

"Help me with the shopping!"

"We're there!" said Sirius. Trying to maintain all semblance of being normal, they went downstairs, pushing and prodding each other as they went.

"What do we take, Mum?" asked James.

Mrs Potter froze with her shopping in her hands. "What did you break?" she asked.

James and Sirius pretended to look shocked. "Nothing," began James, "– why would you assume -"

Mrs Potter tapped her foot impatiently on the path in front of the house.

"Your bed," said Sirius dejectedly.

"Oh!" said Mrs Potter in annoyance. She handed half her shopping to James and the other half to Sirius, "You boys really ought to be locked up and never be allowed to see the light of day again!"

They said nothing, only listened to her go on about how they really were the worst children she had ever set her eyes upon. They knew they were forgiven however, since she didn't sound particularly serious.

Mrs Evanna Potter happened to be one of the strongest people that everyone in her acquaintance depended upon. Sirius and James had absolutely idea what they would do without her. The capable woman was an idol to both of them. She kept herself in perfect health, and maintained her appearance. Not only that – she was also an auror.

Sirius and James dumped the shopping on the dining table and Mrs Potter flicked her wand so that all the items disappeared into their various spots in the house. "You boys are going to be the death of me," she muttered as she sat down on a chair.

Sirius laughed and affectionately began massaging her shoulders.

"You missed something, mum," said James picking up a white colored dress.

Sirius was instantly transported to when June was wearing that drab, white, dress. He glowered for a second – missing the rest of the conversation. James gave him a curious look.

"Alright boys," said Mrs Potter, getting up from the chair, "I better repair the damage."

James waited until she was out of earshot.

"Alright idiot -" said James, "I cannot believe I have to do this again, but what's going on?"

"What do you mean?" asked Sirius with a bark like laugh.

"Padfoot, if you don't tell me why you keep talking in your sleep, not to mention the odd things you say, then I might have to tell mother on you."

Sirius' face clouded up. "I don't wanna talk about it."

James passed him a look, "If its that girl, then I hope you spoke to her."

"I did speak to her!" exclaimed Sirius.

"Then what did she say?"

"She didn't – she didn't say anything! She doesn't care!"

"How is that possible?"

"I don't know!"

"Calm down."

"I can't!"

James laughed. "What a sticky situation this is," he said. Sirius scowled at him. "Come on. We'll play quidditch. Gotta prepare for the last match of the season."

Christmas at the Evanses was an enjoyable affair. Marlene and Mary had gone home to their parents. Lily and her mother had cooked up a storm of food together. Lily had made batches and batches of cookies. She had put sets of cookies in tins, wanting to send them along with her Christmas presents.

She had received some letters from James as well this time, hinting that he was sending her a present as well. Lily didn't take this seriously, however she did say that if he did, he would have to come and see a movie with her, since she had nothing else to give him. She had received a cheerful 'yes' but there was no date of meet agreed upon.

It seems James was going to surprise her. The thought scared her, and she felt that she must be ready in wait for him at any given minute. She did not want James seeing her in her dirty smock.

On Christmas morning she woke up to find a stack of presents on the foot of her bed beside her stocking.

She eagerly pulled her pile closer and unwrapped the first package that came in reach of her fingers.

It was from Mary, and it was a compilation of all her favorite songs. Lily loved it, and vowed to play it as soon as possible.

The second one was from Marlene, and it was a pair of shoes with a book. She had to laugh at this absurd present. Apparently, Marlene was offering her a choice: either the book or the shoes. Their friendship depended on her choice.

The third one was from her parents. It was a set of compiled poems that were hardbound together in a lovely leather cover. Lily sniffed. That was incredibly thoughtful.

The Fourth one happened to be from Petunia. She had bought her a set of ribbons. Lily sighed and put that present away.

The last one was from James. She tore the package curiously. There was a card on top.

Dear Evans,

I had absolutely no idea what to get you, and honestly, this was a total bluff. But you can take it anyway. If you want you can exchange it for something else, I'll be happy to oblige.

Merry Christmas,

James.

Lily lifted the present, and if she not already been sitting down, she most certainly would have needed to now. It was a copy of Tales of Beedle the Bard, and Grimms Fairytales. It wasn't like Lily had told him she enjoyed fairy tales, but she had not read the original versions of fairy tales ever – since the copy was hard to find. Similarly, she had no idea what wizard fairy tales were.

It was an extremely thoughtful gift.

There was another note along with it.

Like I said, it was a total bluff on my part. You just seemed like someone who hadn't read the original stories, and in my opinion, the original just have to be read at least once. Muggle and Wizard.

Lily stifled a happy sob.

Christmas night usually meant having a little food extra than what she usually ate. This time, however, she was starving on Christmas.

She picked a book up from her desk and began to read it, in hopes of forgetting who she was and what she was doing on Christmas.

You know, reviewing is fun. I mean, I was kinda surprised that the last chapter got nonw, but then I suppose, it was a very boring chapter. In any case, I wouldn't let reviewless-ness stop me from wanting to finish this story. So, even after a weird week filled with Avenger fanfics, I manage to cobble something together for you.