At Hogwarts, Christmastime was in the air once again. This meant there was a big decision on whether the 7th year Gryffindors would stay at Hogwarts or celebrate the holiday with their families. The couples, which included Frank and Alice, Sirius and Marlene, and now James and Lily had all decided to stay at Hogwarts because they wanted to be together. Remus decided to stay because his parents were traveling, and Grace felt she was safer at Hogwarts than at home because of the ongoing war since she was a muggleborn. Peter had decided go home for Christmas. His father was extremely sick, and it was possible it would be his last Christmas. Peter's mother also needed someone to be with her during the difficult time. As usual Hogwarts was a Winter Wonderland. This made it a perfect setting for the Marauders annual Christmas Eve Bash. Although they were a bit bummed that Peter couldn't be there, the show must go on. Therefore, the usual events ensued. Sirius snuck out to Hogsmeade for refreshments, Remus alerted all of the 4-7 years who had stayed behind for Christmas, and James worked on the Gryffindor common room. By Christmas Eve, everyone was extremely excited. The girls were in Lily's dorm getting ready, and the Marauders plus Frank were hanging out in the common room until the other partygoers arrived. The party went on well into the night thanks to spiked eggnog, strategically placed mistletoe, and a rather lenient Professor McGonagall. Soon enough it was morning, and Sobering Draught was in use all around the castle. The gang was in the common room with their presents surrounding them by 10:00 that morning. The only thing that seemed to be missing was Grace and Remus. After a few minutes of small talk and Sirius complaining about not being able to open his presents, Grace and Remus entered the common room. They were hand-in-hand and both grinning ear-to-ear. The group just gawked. "Well, we have presents to open don't we?" Remus asked. "Care to share," Marlene said and gestured at Remus and Grace's intertwined hands. "Well," Grace began to reply while blushing,"We were hanging out last night because you guys were all off on your own, and we decided to dance together. Remus and I just happened to end up under one of those floating mistletoe, and…" Grace paused. "And…" Lily asked eagerly. 'We kissed," Remus and Grace replied in unison. This statement was followed by various squeals, hugs, and pats on the back. "So are you two together now?" Alice inquired. "Well we talked about it and…" Remus began while his eyes focused on Grace. "Yes we're together," Grace replied enthusiastically while snuggling into Remus' side. Once again there were squeals, hugs, and pats on the back. "So can we open our presents now?" Sirius asked while bouncing on the edge of his seat. "Yes, Sirius," the group replied as Sirius literally dove into the pile of presents that had been meticulously laying in the center of the room So far it was a wonderful Christmas. Remus and Grace had finally gotten together, they all received wonderful presents, and the Christmas feast had just been devoured. The gang was currently still sitting at their dinner table in the Great Hall. The last thing the marauders were expecting, was Dumbledore asking them to stop by his office. So they bid their girlfriends, Frank, and Alice good-bye, and said they'd meet them in the common room. "Hello boys," Dumbledore greeted when James, Sirius, and Remus entered his office. "What's up, Dumble D!" Sirius exclaimed and high-five Dumbledore. Dumbledore gave a small smile and said, 'Boys you may want to sit down for this." The Marauders nodded and sat. "Tonight," Dumbledore began,"Voldemort's death eaters led an attack on the Town of Otley. As you know, Otley is…" "Where Peter lives," James finished solemnly. "Your friend Peter fought against the death eaters tonight. He apparated away with about twelve muggles and saved them, but your friend Peter well he was a Gryffindor of course so he returned to the battle, and…" Dumbledore paused. "And?" Sirius and Remus questioned with expressions of horror painted across their faces. "Peter Pettigrew is dead," Dumbledore whispered as he bowed his head.