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Once they had settled into their father's quarters Rhian and Harry were kept busy dividing their time between their father and Ron. While Severus was busy within his private labs the two would head off to Gryffindor tower relishing in the fact that besides the elder Weasleys the three had the tower pretty much to themselves.

At the moment the three Gryffindors were outside having an all out snowball war against the Weasley twins.

"Ron get down!" Rhian cried as she dove behind their snow fortress just as several snowballs sped overhead.

The red headed first year was too slow as he got pummeled by the balls of snow that were thrown their way. He sat down heavily against the snow wall brushing the snow off his face and out of his hair.

"It's bloody no fair." Ron grumbled as he picked up a wad of snow and began to pack it into a tight ball. "They know how to enchant the bloody things."

Rhian glanced over at her twin and shared a smirk as she placed another snowball on the growing pile between them. "Don't worry Ron we'll get them." She responded coming up into a crouch to peer carefully over the fort wall.

"Oy come out and fight you chickens!" one of the twins shouted from their position.

Rhian sat back down and glanced at the two boys on either side of her. "On the count of three." She whispered. "One…two….attack." The three first years jumped to their feet launching snowballs at the older boys.

The Weasley twins were caught off guard by the surprise attack and a few snowballs hit them squarely in the face before they responded by throwing a few of their own charmed snowballs. Harry blindly launched snowball before standing up. Rhian noticed a look of horror cross his face as she too stood up.

There just behind the Weasley twins stood their father snow falling from his face and did not look pleased. Harry had hit their father instead. The twins hurried over to him Harry apologizing profusely. Rhian could tell he was afraid of being punished, something the Dursley's might have done.

Severus silenced his son's rambling apology with a patent glare and immediately Harry went mute.

"It is time for you dunderheads to come inside." He growled glaring at the children before him. Turning on his heel Severus stalked towards the castle his black robes billowing behind him.

Gulping the five students glanced at each other nervously. As they hurried into the Entrance Hall Rhian and Harry parted ways as the three Weasleys headed back to Gryffindor tower while the twins headed towards the dungeons.

"Did you see the look on his face?" Rhian asked as they came down the final flight of stairs.

Harry nodded silently. They gave the password to the portrait and quickly went to their rooms to change.

A half hour later they rejoined their friends in the Great Hall. The four house tables were gone, but in their place was a long table that could seat all that had stayed for the holiday. Rhian, Harry and Ron took seats at the end of the table farthest away from their father who looked rather moody.

Tonight was Christmas Eve and the house elves had made a spectacular spread of food. There was even more food tonight then there had been at the Welcome Feast.

The students that stayed behind were talking excitedly amongst themselves wondering what they might be getting for Christmas. Ron, while stuffing his face talked about all the goodies his mother would be sending them.

That night as they were getting ready for bed Rhian noticed that Harry was nervous.

"You ok Harry?" she asked

Harry looked up and nodded. Rhian smiled knowing that when he woke in the morning he'd be receiving more gifts then had probably gotten in his lifetime.

"Into bed with you two." Severus ordered from the doorway of Harry's room.

Harry immediately scrambled into his bed pulling the covers up to his chin. "Goodnight" He said as Rhian and their father left the room extinguishing the light and closing the door.

Rhian climbed into her own bed as Severus pulled the covers around her. "Goodnight Dad" she whispered closing her eyes.

Severus leaned down and kissed the top of her head before rising and moving to the door. "Goodnight child" He responded closing the door behind him.

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Christmas Eve dawned bright and early the next morning. Rhian shot out of bed in excitement and hurried out of her room.

"Wake up Harry, its Christmas." She cried racing into her twin's room.

Harry sat up rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and placed his glasses on his nose. Rhian had already left the room but was hurrying back her arms laden with presents. She stood at the door looking at Harry expectantly.

"Come on bring yours out here so Dad can see us open them."

Not expecting to see presents at the end of his bed Harry's emerald eyes widened in surprise when he caught sight of the gifts that lay there. He quickly got out of bed and gathered the presents in his arms before following his sister out to the living room.

Severus was already sitting in his favorite chair sipping on a steaming cup of tea. He looked up momentarily from his book when his children scurried into the room holding their presents in their arms.

"Merry Christmas Dad!" Rhian said with a smile as she carefully laid her presents on the floor.

Severus nodded marking his book and placing it on the table beside him. "Go ahead" He said as the twins eagerly ripped open a present.

"I've never been given a Christmas present before." Harry confided.

Rhian saw anger flash threw her father's eyes as Harry carefully unwrapped his first present. It was from the Dursleys which they had sent a short note saying they received a message. All he got from them was a dingy old pair of socks. Harry looked at the socks indifferently before tossing them into the fire.

"Open mine next." Rhian said handing Harry a brown paper package.

Harry took the package carefully and opened it with care. Rhian's grin grew even bigger as his eyes went wide. Inside the package was picture frame with a picture that Rhian had weaseled out of her father's possession.

Two raven haired babies slept peacefully in the arms of a man and a woman. The woman had long damp red hair and emerald eyes that rivaled that of her babies. The man was none other then their father who looked eleven years younger and quite stressed out. It appeared that the picture had been taken shortly after their birth.

Tears welled up in Harry's eyes as gently touched the glass. "Thank…you" He choked out wrapping his arms around his twin. "This is the best present I have ever received."

"You're welcome." Rhian replied wiping a lone tear from her cheek.

The twins didn't see tears well up in Severus' eyes as he looked upon the photo that captured one of the happiest moments of his life.

Harry reached over and grabbed a small brown papered package and handed it to Rhian. "This is from me." He whispered quietly.

Rhian accepted the package and carefully opened it. Inside was a woven bracelet of red, gold, silver and green. "Hermione helped me make it." He told her.

Throwing her arms around Harry Rhian smiled. "Thank you"

The twins eagerly opened their other presents. They each received assorted wizarding candy from Hermione, rock cakes and whittled flute each from Hagrid. From their father they received potion books as well as some other equipment for potions.

Thanking Severus the twins gathered their gifts in their arms and proceeded to take them into their rooms. As Rhian was placing her things on shelves Harry called her name.

Harry stood in his room with a parcel in his hands. "I found it on my bed." He said as he sat down.

"Well open it silly." Rhian replied taking a seat next to him.

Carefully Harry opened it. Something fluid and silvery gray went slithering to the floor where it lay in gleaming folds. Harry picked the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was strange to the touch, like water woven into material.

Rhian gasped. "It's an invisibility cloak. Try it on."

Throwing the cloak around his shoulders Harry looked to Rhian for confirmation. "Harry look down." She whispered staring wide eyed at her brother.

Harry looked down and gasped sure enough from his body from the shoulders down was gone. "Wicked" he breathed walking over to the mirror before pulling the cloak over his head.

"There's a note Harry." Rhian said bending down and picking up the small piece of parchment on the floor.

Harry pulled off the cloak and seized the letter. Written in narrow, loopy writing were the following words:

You're foster father left this in my possession before he died. It was his wish that it be restored to you.

Use it well.

A very Merry Christmas to you.

Rhian and Harry looked at each other knowing that this cloak had once been James Potter's cloak. Harry folded the cloak reverently before placing it within his trunk.

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Rhian knew that Harry had never had a Christmas feast like the one they were at that moment. A hundred fat, roast turkeys; mountains of roast and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas; tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce…and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table. Rhian laughed when Harry pulled a cracker with Fred and it didn't just bang, it went off with a blast like a cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke, while inside exploded a rear admiral's hat and several, live white mice. Up at the High Table, Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizard's hat for a flowered bonnet, and was chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick had just read him.

Flaming Christmas pudding followed the turkey. Rhian and Harry snorted with laughter from the look on Percy's face when he nearly broke his teeth on a silver sickle that was imbedded in his slice. Rhian nudged Harry and pointed up to the Head table where Hagrid sat getting redder and redder from the amount of wine he drank, finally kissing McGonagall on the cheek, who giggled and blushed, her top hat lopsided.

Sitting between McGonagall and Dumbledore sat Severus who by the look on his face was not pleased with having to sit there. Rhian could tell he was suppressing a growl when Dumbledore had placed a brightly colored party hat on top of his head. Harry caught notice of this a shared a look with Rhian that plainly said 'Dumbledore is playing with fire'.

By the time the twins parted ways with their friends they were laden down with goodies they had received from the wizard crackers. Rhian had received many different hats and a few wizard board games while Harry got a pack of non-explodable, luminous balloons, a Grow-Your-Own-Warts kit, and his own new wizard chess set. The white mice had disappeared and Rhian had a nasty feeling they were going to end up as Mrs. Norris' Christmas dinner.

After the Snapes retired to their rooms Rhian lay awake staring up at the canopy above her head. All of a sudden she heard footsteps out in the living room and got up to investigate. Wand in hand Rhian opened her door slowly and peaked out but didn't see Harry or her father but could still hear the footsteps going towards the door.

"Harry" she whispered and the footsteps stopped. "I know you're here Harry come on out."

A moment later a sheepish Harry appeared in thin air holding the folds of the invisibility cloak.

"Where are you going Harry?" she asked stepping out of her room into the darkened living room.

Harry looked down. "I wanted to try out the cloak. Thought I'd sneak into the library and look in the restricted section for Flamel."

Rhian nodded her understanding. "Can I come with?" she asked hesitantly.

Harry shuffled his feet. "I guess come on."

Slipping back into her room Rhian pulled a sweater over her head and slipped into her trainers.

"Ready" she stated as Harry threw the cloak over the both of them.

The two crept out of their father's quarters and made their way down the corridor and up the stairs making their way to the library.

The library was pitch-black and very eerie. Harry lit a lamp to see their way along the rows of books. The lamp looked as if it was floating along in midair, and even though Rhian and Harry both knew that Harry was holding it up, the sight gave them the creeps.

The Restricted Section was right at the back of the library. Stepping carefully over the rope that separated these books from the rest of the library, they read the titles of the books in the lamp light.

Titles of the books didn't tell them much. Their peeling, faded gold letters spelled words in languages they couldn't understand. Some had no title at all. One book had a dark stain on it that looked horribly like blood. The hairs on the back of Rhian's neck prickled. Maybe she was imagining it, but he thought a faint whispering was coming from the books, but one look at Harry she knew that he had heard the whispering too.

Rhian and Harry glanced at each other. They had to start somewhere. Harry sat the lamp down on the floor as Rhian looked along the bottom shelf for an interesting looking book. Beside her Harry moved forward and pulled a large black and silver volume with difficulty, because it was very heavy. Balancing the book on their knees they let the book fall open.

A piercing, bloodcurdling shriek split the silence…the book was screaming! With Rhian's help Harry snapped it shut, but the shriek went on and on, one high, unbroken, earsplitting note. Shoving it into the shelf Harry stumbled backward and knocked the lamp over which went out at once. Panicking they heard footsteps coming down the corridor outside. They ran for it. They passed Filch in the doorway; Filch's pale, wild eyes looked straight through them, and they slipped under Filch's outstretched arm and streaked off up the corridor, the book's shrieks still ringing in their ears.

They came to a sudden halt in front of a tall suit of armor. They had been so busy getting away from the library that they hadn't noticed where they were going.

Rhian stiffened when she heard a voice ahead of them. "You asked me to come directly to you, Professor, if anyone was wandering around at night, and somebody's been in the library…Restricted Section."

Beside her Harry had gone pale. Wherever they were Filch must have known a shortcut, because his soft, greasy voice was getting nearer, and to their horror, it was their father who replied, "The Restricted Section? Well, they can't be far, we'll catch them."

Rhian and Harry stood rooted to the spot as Filch and Snape came around the corner ahead. They couldn't see them, of course, but it was narrow corridor and if they got any closer they'd knock right into them…the cloak didn't stop them from being solid.

Backing away as quietly as they could Rhian noticed a door ajar and nudged Harry pointing towards it. It was their only hope. They squeezed through it one at a time, holding their breaths so as to not move the door, and to their relief they managed to get inside the room without the two adults noticing anything. Rhian sighed in relief as the two walked straight past and on down the corridor, their footsteps dying away.

"That was way too close." Rhian whispered quietly as the twins regained their breaths.

Rhian looked around the room studying it for the first time. It was an unused classroom. The dark shapes of desks and chairs were piled against the walls, and there was an upturned wastepaper basket….but propped against the wall facing them was something that didn't look as if it belonged there, something that looked as if someone had just put it there to keep it out of the way.

It was a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing on two clawed feet. There was an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on woshi.

Their panic fading now that there was no sound of Filch and their father, Rhian and Harry moved nearer to the mirror, wanting to look at themselves but see no reflection again. Harry stepped in front of it as Rhian watched.

Gasping Harry clasped a hand over his mouth to keep from screaming. He whirled around looking around behind him.

"Harry are you alright?" Rhian asked worriedly. "What did you see?"

Turning back towards the mirror Harry stood gaping at the clear surface. "I don't understand." He whispered. "…our mum and James and Dad are standing behind me but no ones there and you are next to me in the reflection but you're not next to me in person."

"Can…can I see?" Rhian asked.

Harry nodded mutely reluctantly stepping away from the mirror. Rhian slowly stepped in front of the mirror and immediately stifled a gasp. There standing behind her in the reflection was a woman, a very pretty woman. Rhian recognized her immediately from the photo she had gotten from her father. She had dark red hair and her emerald eyes sparkled with joy and sadness. In the background Rhian saw her father a soft smirk on his lips as he looked upon mother and daughter.

"Mum" she whispered gently touching the glass with her fingertips. The woman in the reflection nodded placing a her hand on Rhian's shoulder.

A sudden noise came from the corridor startling Rhian and Harry. "We should go…" Rhian trailed off.

Harry nodded picking up the invisibility cloak and draped it over their shoulders. Checking the door the twins crept out into the corridor and hurried back towards their father's quarters.

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The next day Rhian and Harry told Ron about the mirror. He immediately said he didn't like it but he wanted to see it for himself. The twins planned to sleep over in the dorm so that they could sneak Ron with them under the cloak that night.

What the two feared most was that they wouldn't find their way back to the room. Now with Ron under the cloak as well they had to move extra slow.

"I'm freezing," Ron whined an hour later. "Let's forget it and go back."

"No!" Harry hissed. "I know its here somewhere."

They passed the ghost of a tall witch gliding in the opposite direction, but saw no one else. Just as Ron started moaning that his feet were dead with cold. Rhian spotted the suit of armor.

"It's here…just here…yes!"

They pushed the door open. Harry dropped the cloak from around their shoulders and ran towards the mirror.

"See?" Harry whispered.

"I can't see anything." replied

"Look! Look at them!" Harry cried at them in exasperation.

"I can only see you…" Ron responded.

"Look in it properly, go on, stand where I am."

Harry stepped aside so that Ron could stand in front of the mirror. "Can you see them?" He questioned.

Rhian could see Ron's facial expression change drastically. "Look at me!" He whispered.

"What do you see Ron?" Rhian asked becoming interested.

"I'm alone…but I'm different…I look older…and I'm Head Boy."

"What?" Harry asked confusedly.

"I am…I'm holding the house cup and Quidditch cup…I'm Quidditch captain too!"

Ron tore his eyes away from the splendid sight to look excitedly at Rhian and Harry.

"Do you think this mirror shows the future?" He asked.

Rhian shook her head. "How could it Ron, I mean our mum is dead."

At that moment the three heard the meow of Mrs. Norris in the corridor. "Come on guys we better go." Rhian said.

The boys tore their eyes away from the mirror and got under the cloak.

In the morning Harry started acting strangely he was unfocussed and both Rhian and Ron noticed.

"Don't go back Harry." They pleaded with him but he didn't listen.

Rhian knew he left the quarters and was gone for a little while. The next morning Harry told her that he had found peace and was not going to look for the mirror again.

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