A/N: My favourite chapter so far is this one, so I really hope you enjoy this! It was a bit hard though, considering I'm Jewish and have never actually celebrated Christmas, so I had to imagine what it would be like. Hopefully I did a good job!

Thanks a bunch to my excellent reviewers! Without you, especially those reviewers that are reading Questfallen, as well, there would be no story I'd get so discouraged :) And also, I recently added anonymous reviewers their access to review. So please review :) Thanks!

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Lily and James would have never died, it would be way worse, and I would make Malfoy in love with me.

It was Christmas; although it didn't feel like Christmas. Lily's cousins had decorated the tree; green and inviting with a beautiful golden angel on top. It was the same angel every year, one that Mr. Evans had made one year with Petunia, which was dressed so delicately in a blue snow suit and was holding a present. Lily, never being too religious, didn't know how orthodox that may have been- but it made her smile every time she passed by it. Although her daddy was gone, his legacy was still here. And she'd see it every year beckoning at her on Christmas Day.

The tree looked beautiful as well. Her cousins had managed to find lovely ornaments with inspirational quotes, like "A loving heart is the truest wisdom- Charles Dickens." And, naturally, underneath there were presents.

Lily hadn't expected any presents that year, for her Mum was probably way too preoccupied to purchase anything, and she highly doubted that Petunia or Vernon would get her anything as well. Yet then her thoughts lingered on to Alice, and Potter, and Black. She shook the thought away- thinking of all the pranks she would get. And there was a little bit of guilt, too, mixed in with her feelings, for she had only made a card for everyone, not leaving the house in the past few days and being unconscious before. She supposed that she could just give everyone a really nice birthday present next year.

Lily had woken up first to admire the tree, but this was short lived, for soon her Mum and her Hogwarts friends came to gather around.

James smiled.

"Sirius and I have a Christmas song we'd like to sing," he said smugly. And then, as if on cue, the duo burst into a song remotely similar to "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer."

"Snivellus the greasy haired Slytherin, had a very bad attitude. And if you ever saw him, you'd wish you would hex him, too. All of the other Hogwarts students, they all laugh and call him names, they never let dear Snivellus play in any of their Hogwarts games. Then one foggy Christmas eve, Dumbledore came to say, 'Snivellus, with your greasy hair so, won't you like to cook the pancakes tonight?' Then all the Gryffindors taunted, as they hexed him with glee, Snivellus the greasy-haired Slytherin, you'll go down in shame's history!"

Alice and Mrs. Evans started erupting in laughter, but Lily was not amused.

"Snape isn't all that bad," she replied, "he helped me with my potion the other day! You know, the one that you threw a firecracker into?"

James burned in humiliation. "Who fancies presents now?" he said rather sharply. And on the topic of presents, no one in the Evans's house could disagree, for they began crawling on all fours collecting their gifts.

Lily had four, from her mum, Sirius, Potter, and Alice. Naturally, Petunia had nothing for her. She ripped off the wrapping of her mum's present. It was a picture of her and Dad.

"I've never seen this before," Lily marveled. She must have been four or five, and she was on the beach, with her daddy. She smiled. She would put this right next to her night table at Hogwarts. She then proceeded on to Alice's gift; one of the books she had recently wanted to trade James's necklace for, and Sirius's gift was a bag of Bertie Bott's. She smiled. "Thanks you guys," she hissed, giving everyone a hug.

"Hey, you haven't opened mine yet," James jokingly complained, "unless of course, you're saving best for last."

"Actually, I was thinking I might want Professor Flitwick to check yours first, Potter, because I'm not sure what love enchantments you've put on it." Yet despite what she had said, Lily tore the emerald green wrapping paper (like her eyes) off and looked at the gift. It was a box. She opened the box, and in sat another box.

"Is this some stupid trick?" Lily asked him, opening her fourth box. James only smiled. By the time she had reached the seventh box, there was a key.

"It's for that necklace I see you're not wearing," James explained as she reached it, "seven turns and it shows something you'll want to see.' Lily smiled. That was a good idea. Too bad she'd never tell Potter that.

Potter opened her card. That had been the worst card out of all of them to write. She hadn't known what to say. How could you write a card to someone you absolutely hated and despised? Potter began to read the card aloud.

"Dear James," he took a moment to catch his breath. "How romantic- she's finally learned I have a first name."

Lily rolled her eyes. "I'm just surprised that you remember how to read."

James continued with the card. "I don't think I ever fully thanked you for helping me that night when I fell unconscious. So, thanks. But what I want to know is why you were there, anyways, but I guess that'll just be my little mystery. Merry Christmas. -Lily.

"You know, you didn't have to tell yourself 'merry Christmas,'" James added in for a touch of humour. Lily sighed. Even when she was being nice Potter was still a prat.

The day went on much like that. Alice and Sirius vanished mysteriously, no doubt to go snog somewhere, and Mrs. Evans had gone out to Petunia's to wish her other daughter a merry Chistmas. Lily was left alone with Potter in the kitchen, when his mother, the Auror on duty, walked in. It was at that moment Lily realized that she had never actually met Mrs. Potter before. She looked a bit like James; same black hair and eyes, but she was plump where James was skinny, and dark where James was fair, and she seemed to be quite elderly as well. She smiled.

"You must be Lily," Mrs. Potter said, giving Lily a hug. "I've heard so much about you over the years and this is the first I meet you! What a joy, what a joy, although I wish not under these cicumstances…" Mrs Potter smiled, and turned to her son.

"Merry Christmas, little Jamesy," she said, planting a kiss on James's cheek. "I've got you a present." She extracted a small package from her pocket, and James burned bright red when he opened it. Lily managed to only catch a glance. It was a keychain that read "Potters say no to pot." Lily smiled. She liked James's mum already.

But Mrs. Evans's stay was short lived, as she said she had to go back outside and guard the house. She kissed both Lily and James's cheeks, then walked off into the daylight. Lily smirked.

"Pot is bad," she taunted smiling, and James started to yell, "shut up! shut up!"

Maybe having Potter over for Christmas was a good idea, after all.

xXx

After Christmas dinner, Lily went to her room. She hadn't seen Alice or Sirius for a while; but Mrs. Evans didn't seem to care. Poor Mum. Lily thought. She doesn't notice anything anymore, all because of Daddy.

Yet in her room, sprawled right across Alice's sleeping bag, was Sirius and her. They were fully clothed, thank Merlin, but engaged in an immense kiss.

"You guys have been here for hours just snogging?" Lily asked harshly. They instantly broke away.

"Kind of," Alice apologized. Lily sighed.

There was one thing to do about Alice and Sirius.

Quickly, she wrote a letter, attatched it to Satyr, and was off to bed.

A/N: Hmmm.. I'm starting to think I have a real problem with cliff hangers! Anyways, I really hope you liked this chapter- I had a bit of a narration problem in the last chapter (oops) and I have to apologize for that, so anyways, please review :) Thanks!