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Chapter 16

Fun with Gred and Forge

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Tuesday, December 24th:

The snow crunched under her foot, setting off this hideous noise that made other students look over in her direction. Her face flushed a crimson color and she finally took another step, creating another hideous noise. She froze, grimacing with each step she took. Finally she had it and kicked some away, watching as it flew towards some blabbing third years.

"Hey, you loon, I've got snow on my new coat now!" Complete Slytherin by the way she looked in shock as the whiteness melted into her fur coat. And the way she hissed out loon was enough to set her Slytherin radar off the chart.

"Snow melts into water, dumbass! Nothing's going to happen to your precious coat." Logan took another step, but she remembered quickly why she had kicked snow in the first place. "I hate snow!" she yelled, kicking some more around, and then diving into it, rolling around. People around her snickered, whispering rude things.

Logan laid back, legs crossed with her hands behind her head. Her eyes roved over the cloudy sky, frowning at how she would occasionally see blue, but it would immediately be covered in white again. Winter was depressing, something she had declared long ago. Winter was most definitely unneeded. Why did they need a season that made everything nature-related die?

She sighed, standing up after she started to feel cold liquid sink into her clothes, sliding down her hot back. She trudged through the snow towards her destination which was Hagrid's hut or specifically, Aureus' fence. The small foal had grown and it's once gold coat was now a glimmering silver. Hagrid had suggested that the foal was around two years old because unicorns turned that color when they reached two years. Once they turned about seven years old, their coat would become that pure white.

Logan bent her head down when a cold breeze zipped past her, shoving her hands into her pockets. Her cheeks were turning a red color from the harsh bitterness, but she finally made it to her destination…only to find an empty fence. A sense of panic washed through her when she saw that the fence gate was open.

Did Aureus get out?

Did someone take her?

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she started, running towards the woods. "AUREUS!" she called out loudly. Nothing… Logan's shoulders slumped in disappointment. "But…I didn't even get to say good-bye…"

"Logan…?"

The werewolf turned to see Hagrid standing there, a large Christmas tree behind him. A rope was wrapped around his shoulder, digging into the warped leather of his coat. He took in the sad look on her face and smiled softly, "I let 'er go, Logan. She was getting restless and needed to be let go."

Logan's eyes shifted to the ground, kicking a tuft of snow away. "Why didn't you tell me?" Hagrid's expression softened even more, dropping the rope. He walked over, wrapping his burly arms around her. Logan's feet lifted off the ground a bit, but she didn't mind. Her feet soon touched the ground.

"Ya know, as I was comin' from the Forbidden Forest, I think I saw the Weasley twins near the lake. Maybe they'll cheer ya up." Hagrid informed, but it was also meant to be a suggestion. Logan nodded, already wondering about what kind of trouble the two were concocting and hoping that she could get in on it.

"Yeah, I think I might. Thanks, Hagrid."

She started to leave, but the half-giant stopped her. "Logan, I'm sorry about Aureus. She was a good unicorn. I have a feelin' she'll come back ter visit."

The girl shrugged, "I guess you had to do what you had to do. Besides, now she can be with her own kind. It was all for the best." She walked away backwards, grinning. "Hey, you never know, I might just run into her during the full moon."

She turned, sticking her hand into the air to signify her half-hearted good-bye. Logan couldn't see it, but she could picture Hagrid standing there, waving with a big smile on his face.

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Hagrid's information was spot on. Fred and George were standing at the edge of the lake, hunched over like they were hiding something. She always seemed to find them in that sort of stance because they usually were hiding something amazingly brilliant. They turned around when she came close, giving her their innocent grins. They always used those grins when a teacher stopped by to chat.

"Oh, it's you." Fred said, beckoning her over.

"We have a brilliant plan to put into action." George added.

Logan stood in between the two, her OCD-ness taking effect. She quickly rushed over to Fred's left, leaning in with them. George straightened, "What was all that about?" he asked.

Logan waved her hands in defense. "I have to have everyone to the right of me." Fred went to say something, but Logan interrupted him. "I don't know why so don't ask." They both grinned, starting at her for a second.

"So what are you two up to?" she asked.

George bent over, collecting some snow into his hand and packing it together to form a perfect snowball. Fred took his wand out, muttering something. The snowball floated in midair, rushing over to hit Logan in the side. The pain from the snowball stung for a moment, but the pain subsided quickly.

"We're planning on bewitching snowballs, like we just did there-" Fred started.

"-and we're going to give Quirrell an early Christmas present." George finished, Fred nodding with what he said. Logan grinned, "I want in." The twins laughed, standing up straight.

"Well then, it's settled. The usual double trouble just turned triple." Fred said, jumping to the left side of Logan, sliding his arm over her shoulder. George slid his arm around her waist, bringing them all closer. The sour look that Logan gave them made the Weasley twins smile widely.

"You should have never told us that left secret of yours." Fred said, shaking his head.

"We'll be causing you turmoil from now on." George added.

Logan glared at the two, and then sighed. "On one condition," Both boys leaned in, eager to hear it. Logan smirked, "We pitch those snowballs right at Quirrell's turban."

"Evil…but we like it." the redheads said together, grinning.

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Quirrell pulled his cloak around him tighter when a cold chill sent him shivering. He knew for a fact that his master wouldn't be pleased if he was to freeze to death, but that would never happen. The turbaned man pulled his gloves up, shoving them into his pockets. The man treaded through the thick snow, melted water seeping into his dress shoes.

Unbeknownst to him, three troublemakers were right around the corner.

"Ready George?"

"Ready Fred. Ready Logan?"

"Ready. You two ready?"

"Most definitely." the twins said together. They had already packed together about four snowballs each. Logan bewitched one, ready for Quirrell to walk through the doorway. The wait was making all three squirm uncomfortably, itching to cause mischief. Finally, the moment came, and they watched Quirrell stride through, head bent low.

Logan smirked, thinking that if she positioned the snowball just right, she'd be able to throw that turban right off his head. The werewolf flicked her wand towards Quirrell. They all grinned when the white ball landed right into his dark purple turban. He stumbled, grabbing his turban, and ducking. He whipped around, only to see nothing.

"I-I k-know you're o-out there!" he shouted, his crunching footsteps becoming louder. Something from behind him hit his turban, and he spun around. His heel slid out from under him and he fell to the ground on his backside. Two more snowballs came around the corner, hitting him into the turban.

"S-Stop it! I-I demand y-you!"

The twins and Logan laughed silently when Quirrell stumbled up, running towards the castle entrance. Fred and George flicked their wands, watching as several snowballs chased after him. The three Gryffindors peeked around the corner, snickering at the sight they saw. Quirrell was staggering left and right on wobbly legs, holding on tightly to his turban.

"This is epic!" Logan exclaimed, leaning against the wall with Fred and George on either side of her. She didn't even care about her everyone-on-the-right-side rule at the moment because she was laughing so hard. The twins grinned at their accomplishment. Hey had noticed their first-year friend looking a bit down in the dumps lately.

"So, now that Quirrell's gone-" Fred started.

"-we must ask what has gotten you into a dump, as of late?" George finished. The two redheads inched a bit closer to her when a sad frown caused her smile to disappear. "Winter's bringing me down and I found out earlier that Aureus was let go." She brought her knees to her chest. "I didn't even get to say good-bye."

Fred and George wrapped their arms around her. "Don't worry, she'll come back." George said. Before Logan could answer, a shadow enveloped them. They looked up to see Professor McGonagall standing there, arms crossed.

"You three need to come with me to my office. Your behavior towards Professor Quirrell is totally unacceptable. We'll discuss your punishment inside."

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McGonagall was perched behind her desk, hands folded in front of her. The rectangular glasses she always wore were perched at the end of her nose, her dark eyes staring at her three students sternly. Logan clenched her fist, nails digging into her palm. On her desk was an animal release form with the name Wolveren on it.

"You three will be serving detention with me tonight due to your irresponsible behavior. It's quite obvious that you three are not above the rule about attacking staff." Fred and George nodded and the narrowed eyes of Logan told McGonagall that she was going to have some serious persuading to do after she dismissed the twins.

"Fred, George, you two are dismissed. Logan, I need to talk to you about something." Logan nodded, watching the twins leave after George told her they'd wait for her. Logan looked back up, stepping forward when McGonagall motioned for her. The older woman looked up at her.

"I'll be blunt about this matter, but I need you to release that wolf of yours."

Logan avoided the woman's eyes when she said that and her bottom lip quivered a bit. "Have the Slytherins been complaining?" she asked, her voice shaky.

McGonagall sighed, nodding her head. "I won't say who, but I think you already have a guess, but I've been concerned about Wolveren as well."

"But…it's not like he's attacked anyone though…"

"Logan, that's not the problem. He's a puppy and doesn't know any better, but when he gets older, Wolveren may become aggressive. Other teachers are starting to worry because Wolveren is a wild animal no matter how much he's around humans. Also, I must remind you that Hogwarts only allows cats, toads, or owls." McGonagall shrugged. "Maybe the occasional toad or tarantula, but not wolves."

Logan snapped her head in McGonagall's direction. "I understand that Wolveren is a wild animal and that Hogwarts doesn't allow wolves, but he's just a pup!" Logan closed her eyes, trying to keep the tears back.

She'd never let anyone see her cry…never…

"If Wolveren attacks a student at Hogwarts, I promise to let him go." The green-eyed girl opened her eyes, furrowing her eyebrows to cover up the growing sadness. "In the meantime, I have to teach him how to survive so if that does happen, then he can manage on his own."

McGonagall nodded, "I'm very pleased that you understand."

"I don't though. I don't see why you're telling me this when Wolveren basically sleeps, wanders the grounds, and eats all day. He doesn't really come into contact besides me and the other Gryffindors."

The older woman gave this some thought, narrowing her eyes. "Logan, do you promise to keep him under control?"

"Yes."

"Then he may stay, but, I don't want any more students coming in and complaining about your wolf jumping on them."

"Yes ma'am."

"You're dismissed."

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"She tried to take Wolveren away?" the twins asked together.

Logan nodded, smiling a bit. "I convinced her though that Wolveren's not a threat. I just have to be extremely careful when he's growing older." The three turned a corner, making their way towards the Great Hall for lunch. The castle smelled of cinnamon and pine needles from all the evergreen trees that littered the halls. Wreaths hung on the walls and the regular white candles were replaced with dark red ones.

In front of them, Nearly Headless Nick floated out from the wall. "Good day, Nick!" Logan said, waving to the ghost that now directed his attention to the three Gryffindors.

"And to you, Miss Wolfram, Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Weasley!" Nick greeted back cheerfully, merrily floating away towards his destination.

Fred smirked, "We've been here for almost three years and he still can't tell us apart." The redhead gave his brother a proud smirk, but his twin shrugged.

"We used to be able to say that no one could tell-" George started.

"-But that was before we met you." Fred finished.

Logan smirked, a smirk that was similar to Fred's.

"What's your secret, Wolfie?" Fred asked.

"I can't tell you."

The twins' faces scrunched up in annoyance when she refused to answer, but their expressions turned quickly into complete mischief. "Oh dear, we have another prank we'd like to pull tonight on Christmas Eve and it's for our dear Slytherins."

Logan smiled at the thought. "Does it contain Dungbombs and Stink Pellets?" she asked. The twins nodded, snickering. "I'm all for it as long as I get Draco Malfoy and his goons." She grinned deviously. "I've also got a few presents to deliver anyway."

"Oh really, may we be on the surprises too?" George asked.

"Nope, that's a secret too. When are we meeting by the way?"

"Meet us in the common room around midnight. We'll be ready by then."

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Wednesday, December 25th:

Logan woke up to the sound of Wolveren panting in her ear. The wolf's hot puppy breath made her scrunch her nose in disgust, pushing the pup away in annoyance. "Not now…Wolveren…" Logan muttered as she pulled the duvet over her head. The pup pounced on her and that's when she heard a pair of voices in the common room.

It wasn't Lavender because her snoring was loud.

And it wasn't Parvarti because the girl usually woke Logan up when she was getting a drink of water.

And it wasn't Hermione because she was gone; left to visit her parents back in London. Of course, her bushy-haired friend left her, Harry, and Ron a homework assignment-to find out more on Nicholas Flamel. The three had searched the library from top to bottom, but had always come up with nothing. The searches were growing boring though so they suddenly quick meeting and sat back to enjoy their holiday.

The voices in the common room hushed each other. Logan's eyebrows knitted together, opening her eyes to only see a blurred room. She groaned, rubbing her eyes to rid of the blurriness and looked over at her clock.

11:43

Logan muttered something inaudible and pushed herself up, watching as Wolveren pushed the wooden door open and listened as his padded feet trailed down the stone steps. Logan moved her feet off the bed, grabbing her plain black robes from her nightstand. After slipping them on, she shuffled out of the room, descending down the stairs slowly.

The warmth of the fire that was recently made rushed over her. Two silhouettes sat in front of it, whispering to each other. Logan looked to see her wolf pup pop up from the couch, barking happily when he saw her standing there. The two silhouettes turned around to reveal themselves.

"Ah, Logan, Happy Christmas!" Fred greeted, smiling.

George nodded his head towards the large tree, embellished in dark-colored ornaments that sparkled from the firelight and strings of popcorn that reappeared each time a student plucked a kernel off. She knew that little fact because she was one of the students that basically ate the decorations. Hermione had scolded her for doing so and when her bookworm friend turned her back on her, Logan had slipped two candy canes into her pockets. "You've got some presents under the tree. Best open them before we depart for our prank." George said.

Logan stood there, stupefied. Presents…?

The twins exchanged looks, quickly looking back when Logan started to move. They watched as she sat down in front of the tree, cross-legged. Fred and George moved to the floor, pulling out some more of her gifts and piled them.

"This one's from our mum." George informed, setting the box in her lap.

"But you're mum doesn't even know me…"

"Yes she does." the Weasley twins said together. "We've talked about you."

Logan looked between them, flicking her eyes towards the present again. Her insides felt like they were on fire. She'd never been this happy before-surrounded by two of her best friends with actual gifts. Logan tore the green paper away greedily, never noticing the smirk that the twins gave to each other. Inside the box was a dark green sweater with a large white L on it. She noticed how the twins were also wearing sweaters similar to hers.

"Why are you wearing each other's sweater?" she asked.

Fred looked at her like he was offended, "Don't you know my name?"

"Um…Fred?"

"No! It's Gred-"

"And I'm Forge! And to think we thought you knew us apart!" Forge (George) said, slapping his hand on his chest dramatically.

Logan narrowed one eye, arching an eyebrow at the same time. The look disappeared when an amazing smell filled her senses. She looked down to see a Christmassy pattern to it…and it was full to the brim in delicious-looking fudge.

"Try some." George urged. "Our mum has to be the best cook ever."

Logan did just what he said and popped a piece in her mouth. It was extremely chocolaty and gooey, always the best. She peered into the bag to see a mixture of three kinds-chocolate, maple, and a swirl of both.

"It's awesome."

"We know." they said together.

Logan set Mrs. Weasley's gifts to the side, examining the gift that George slid into her lap. "That one's from McGonagall; kind of heavy too." he said. Logan tore the paper away, grinning when she saw the ever-wanted wood-carving set that she stared at for forever on their first trip to Diagon Alley.

"Why'd she give you that?" Fred asked.

"Well, I've wanted to take up wood-carving. I actually started a long time ago, but I didn't have the right tools. Really difficult though." Logan said, opening the oak case up. She wondered why McGonagall would give such a dangerous gift to a student; knives were lined neatly in the velvet holders.

Fred picked on of the gifts up, reading the tag. "And this one's from…Lunar!" The package was cylinder-shaped, wrapped in a blue wrapper with stars. Unwrapped, Logan held a telescope-like device.

"It's a lunascope." George said. "It shows the phases of the moon. Real handy for astronomy and such."

Kind of a fitting gift for a girl named Lunar…

"This one's Hermione's." Fred said.

The gift was wrapped in newspaper, the funnies to be more exact. It was so much fun to have a Muggle for a friend because she knew who Garfield and the Peanuts were. Logan actually paused to read the comics, chuckling a bit.

"Who's Garfield?" Fred asked.

"He's this orange cat that loves lasagna and has a sarcastic sense of humor."

"And the Peanuts?" George questioned.

"A bunch of kids that are friends and they go through the experiences of childhood." Logan tore the newspaper away carefully, wanting to save them for later. Fred snatched them away, dark blue eyes roving over the colored pages.

"The pictures don't even move!"

Logan smirked at his comment. What Hermione gave her nearly made the girl faint. A new sketchbook and art set, along with a whole book of sheet music for her guitar, containing the best hits from famous British bands, such as the Beatles and Queen-two amazing bands. Logan suddenly felt crappy for buying meek gifts such as the quill and inks.

"Who're the Beatles?" George asked.

"And…Queen?"

Logan gave them a wide-eyed look. "I seriously need to Muggle modify you two. The Beatles and Queen are two famous British bands. Have you ever heard me singing to Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds?"

The twins gave her confused looks.

"Okay…next gift!"

"This one is from Hagrid." It was a box of rock cakes and a note telling her to meet him the next afternoon. "And this one's from Oliver, huh, probably something Quidditch related." Fred was right; Oliver had given her the Quidditch throughout the Ages book. The twins laughed when Logan's face scrunched up.

"At least it's the thought that counts…"

The twins were still laughing, both laying on their backs now.

There was one gift left and unwrapped it. It was black, velvet slip. The girl opened it, pulling out a beautifully carved wooden flute. Vines were etched in the light wood, giving it an elegant look. She pressed her lips to the mouth piece and blew, a horrible shriek coming out of it. The twins had pressed their palms to their ears, grimacing.

"What the bloody hell was that?" George asked.

"This flute."

The twins gave her weird looks. Logan gave them yet another wide-eyed look. "What? Do you expect me to automatically know how to play? It'll take time!" She set the flute down, leaning back on her hands.

"This is the best Christmas ever." she said, sighing. "Hanging out with you guys, presents, and pranking Malfoy later on, brilliant."

The twins stood up, grabbing a hold of Logan, and pulling her up. "Speaking of pranks, c'mon, we have some Slytherins to give gifts to." Fred grabbed three Santa caps, placing one on each of their heads.

"We already have the Dungbombs and such." George said, pushing her towards the common room portrait which swung open. "You have your gifts for Malfoy?"

Logan's hand patted her robe pocket, nodding. "You bet."

Before she could step outside, Logan felt a pair of lips on each of her cheeks. Fred and George pulled away, grinning. "What was that for?" Logan asked, her cheeks now taking a darker hue.

"Well, the story is-" Fred began.

"-is that you're supposed to kiss under mistletoe." George finished.

"Now where's our kiss?" they asked together.

Logan smirked, kissing her hands and setting them on each of the twins' cheeks. "Right there." She skipped out, two disappointed third-years sauntering behind her.

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The dim light from the lit torches covered Draco ever so softly. The twins had departed to wreak havoc in Flint's dormitory, leaving Logan to terrorize the first-years. Logan peered down at the platinum-haired boy who was sleeping soundly. Fortunately for the Gryffindors, no Slytherins were up yet.

Logan reached into the potato sack that the twins had given her and got out two Dungbombs. She pushed them into Draco's shoes gently, carefully trying not to break them. She pulled out some string from her pocket, tying some around Draco's wrist and another end to a Dungbomb that hung above his head. In the morning, when he would lift his hand to wipe his eyes, he'd get a face full of Dungbomb. She did the same maneuvers to Crabbe and Goyle. She could've done the same to this kid named Blaise, but he never really bothered her so she didn't bother with him.

Logan tip-toed out of the room after leaving Draco his gifts on his nightstand and switching his and the goons robes with neon pink ones. She walked out and froze when she saw the twins sitting on the dark green couch, looking up at a cross-armed Stella.

"What are you two doing in the Slytherin Common Room?" she asked.

"Uh…wreaking havoc on Flint and some other people?" Fred questioned sheepishly. Stella arched an eyebrow, "What did you do to Flint?"

"Well, we stuck Dungbombs in his slippers and shoes, scattered Stink Pellets in places where he's bound to walk on, and dyed his hair a fabulous shade of pink." Fred said.

"We also switched his robes with neon orange ones so that his hair clashes horribly." George said, hoping that the third-year would let them go. Logan muttered a prayer to herself, but noticed the smirk on her lips.

"Very good; you've given me new material to taunt him with."

"Happy Christmas, we knew you'd like it!" Fred and George said in unison. Stella laughed, looking up to catch sight of Logan. She beckoned her over, slipping her arm back under her other. Logan walked hesitantly over, standing beside her.

"What?" Logan asked, her voice flat.

The Slytherin looked at her for a moment before wrapping her arms around Logan's neck. "Happy Christmas!" Stella exclaimed, forgetting that Slytherins could come in at any moment. Logan didn't bother to return the hung, only gave a sick look to the twins. Stella parted from her, smiling broadly.

"I haven't talked to you in such a long time! Still sleeping on the roof?"

"No…it's kinda icy up there…"

Stella laughed, pushing Logan on the arm playfully. "Oh, I forgot, silly me!"

The Gryffindor twins each lifted an eyebrow towards Stella's unusual behavior. They stood up, standing on each side of Logan. Fred and George grinned at her. "Well, we have to go. See, Logan's always tired and we kind of dragged her into this whole scam so we'll be leaving now." George said.

Stella nodded, engulfing Logan in another hug. "I guess I'll see you later then." The statement was directed towards Logan and her only. The werewolf avoided the other's eyes, staring intently at her shoes.

George grabbed her hand, pulling Logan away from the touchy Slytherin. Fred followed after them, never bothering to wave at the dark-haired girl. Once they were out of the Common Room, George released Logan's hand, running his fingers through his hair.

"I've never seen Stella act like that." he said. Fred nodded his head in agreement.

"I don't really like her…" Logan mumbled quietly.

"She's decent; never rats on us when we prank Flint." Fred said, shrugging.

Logan nodded, catching a glimpse of some parchment in George's hand. "What's that?" she asked, peering over his arm. It was map that showed the dungeons, but she caught sight of their names in between two parallel lines. "Why are our names on it?"

George flashed her a grin. "Well, deary, this is what we call the Marauder's Map."

Fred moved closer to her, looking over the map. "It looks like Snapie's comin' towards us." he whispered, pulling Logan to the side. He pushed his hand against the wall, a stone sinking it. A piece of wall pushed out, shifting over to reveal a long corridor. Fred pulled her in, waiting for George. When his twin stepped in, Fred pushed another stone and watched as the door closed. It was just in time too because they could hear Snape's footsteps pass the door.

"How did you know that he was coming?" Logan questioned.

"You see this," George showed her the map again. "This map shows everyone and everything that belongs in Hogwarts."

"We've been dodging Filch for years using this little beauty." Fred said.

"It's amazing." Logan said in awe.

"You bet it is. It's been the secret to our success." George informed quite proudly.

Fred nodded, yawning. "Well, I think it's time to turn in."

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Next morning-

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The twins had certainly tired her from all the excitement, but the loud chatter from all the girls in her dormitory prevented her from catching anymore sleep. Logan just decided to lay there, a worn out Wolveren beside her. She and the boys had come back to the Common Room to find him sitting in front of the portrait, waiting patiently for them.

Logan opened her eyes, getting out of bed a second time. This time though, she got dressed in her regular clothes-her new sweater, patched jeans, and boots that came in handy for treading through the snow. Wolveren woke up also, stretching out on the bed. He whined and barked, licking Logan's face when she picked him up.

"Breakfast time, little one."

Logan slowly went down the stairs, tripping when she missed the last two. Other Gryffindors stood around the room, talking about their new gifts that they received. Ron and Harry were sitting at the table, playing a game of Wizard's Chess when the redhead caught sight of her. Ron rushed over, grinning.

"I can't believe it! When did you meet Anthony Goodwin?" he asked. Logan smiled, shifting her arms in a more comfortable stance as she held her puppy.

"I met him back in September when I went to Diagon Alley with Snape. He was there and I played a game against him." She would never tell him that she actually beat him in the game, crushing all his hopes to become like one of his heroes. Ron grinned from ear to ear, shaking her hand fervently.

"Thanks a million!"

"It was no problem really."

Wolveren squirmed in her arms and she let him down, watching as the pup ran around the room, drawing the wanted attention. "Well, I have to go meet Hagrid about something so I'll see you guys at breakfast, okay?"

Harry and Ron nodded, heading back to their game. Logan whistled for Wolveren to follow her and he ran over, leading the way through the portrait.

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Logan knocked on Hagrid's door, being greeted seconds later by a smiling half-giant. "Ah, Logan, just the person I wanted to see." He moved out of the way so she could walk through. When he closed the door, it blocked out the whistling wind, and she could suddenly hear a soft mew.

"What's that?" she questioned, holding Wolveren in her lap.

"That's your Christmas present." Hagrid said, walking over to the counter. He opened a box and lifted out a small, black creature that looked like a mouse in his hand. He thrust his hand gently towards her and Logan looked down to see a furry kitten sitting there, barely a week old.

"I thought you would like it since you seem to have a passion for animals." He watched as Logan took the kitten from his hand, holding the animal close to her chest. Its eyes weren't even open and meowed almost inaudibly.

"It's adorable."

"I found him in the forest, no mother around so I brought him back home." Hagrid smiled again. "You should really take him back to the castle and feed him. He's weak, but with some nursing, I'm sure he'll live." Hagrid's smile quickly turned concerned, "Though, I'm sorry to say, but he's going to be a runt."

"That's alright." Logan muttered, allowing Wolveren to sniff the kitten. He growled and Logan flicked him on the nose. "Don't growl!"

Wolveren whimpered.

Logan stood up, wrapping her hands gently around the kitten. "I have to leave. Sorry about the sudden departure."

Hagrid shook his head, "That's alright. I have to actually run some errands for Professor Dumbledore anyways." He grabbed his coat, pulling it on. "Oh, and thanks for the kettle. I really needed a new one."

"Yeah, a kettle is sort of incomplete without a spout." Logan turned towards the door, waving to Hagrid. "See you later!"

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Girls surrounded Logan, watching as she fed the small kitten milk with sugar mixed in it. "It looks like a rat!" Lavender exclaimed, scrunching her nose in disgust. Other girls nodded their heads, starting to walk away.

Logan smiled, "I think Sammy's perfect."

She heard the double doors open, followed by a roar of laughter. She turned to see Marcus, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle all standing there with neon-colored robes. Flint was wearing a wizard's hat over his still seeable bright pink hair and the three first-years sneered at anyone that pointed, trying to hide the blush that was on their faces. Not the mention their shoes which were covered in a yellowish-brownish stain. A putrid smell covered them, masked faintly by a spicy scent that was evidence they tried to bathe, but failed.

Logan started to laugh hysterically, looking over her shoulder to see Fred and George laughing with tears in their eyes. They caught her look and grinned, causing her to laugh even more.

Yep, this was definitely the best Christmas she ever had.

Also, Full on 124, I haven't answered your questions yet.

Question 1) Are we going to see any Logan pairings in the fanfic?

Answer) Yes, but not in this story.

Question 2) Will LWNM follow the book or the movie?

Answer) Actually, it's a mixture of the two. There's cool ideas in both so why not mix up my resources?