On Christmas Eve, Harry went to bed not expecting any presents at all. When he woke early the next morning, however, the first thing he saw was a small pile of packages at the foot of his bed.

"Happy Christmas." Ron said sleepily as Harry scrambled out of bed and into his dressing gown.

"You too," said Harry "Will you look at this? I've got some presents!"

"What did you expect, turnips?" Ron asked, turning to his own pile which was a lot bigger than Harry's.

Harr y picked up the top parcel. It was wrapped in thick brown paper and scrawled across it was To Harry, from Hagrid. Inside was a roughly cut wooden flute. Hagrid had obviously whittled it him self. Harry blew it-it sounded a bit like an owl.

A second, very small parcel contained a note.

We received your message and enclose your Christmas present. From Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Sellotaped to the note was a fifty pence piece.

"That's friendly." Harry commented.

Ron was fascinated by the coin "Weird! What a shape! This is money?"

"You can keep it." Harry laughed "Hagrid and my aunt and uncle, so who are these from?"

"I think I know who that one's from." Ron went a bit pink "My mum. I told her you weren't expecting any presents and-oh no, she's made you a Weasley jumper." Harry had opened the parcel to find a green jumper and a box of home-made fudge. "Every year she makes us a jumper and mine's always maroon."

"That's really nice of her." Harry tried the fudge which was delicious.

His next parcel was sweets as well, Chocolate Frogs from Hermione.

Then there was an envelope with "Happy Christmas Harry" scrawled over it. He opened it to find several photographs. They all seemed to have a baby or a girl in them and they were all dated 1st August 1980. Looking at the backs he found several notes such as "Rebecca holding Harry." And "Left to right: James, Lily, Sophia, Ella holding Harry, Luke, Sirius, Remus. Rebecca taking photo." Everyone except Rebecca looked happy.

"What's that?" Ron asked.

"Pictures."

"Of who?"

"Me, my parents, Ella and some other people."

"Who?"

"Dunno. There's a Rebecca, Sophia, Luke, Remus, Sirius. Woah." He had just looked at the last photo, turning it over he saw "Lucius and Narcissa holding Draco. Leaving the ward after visiting before one of Draco's vaccinations." In pencil was written "Thought you might like this one." Smiling he passed it to Ron who whistled,

"Who were these from?"

"Ella, she thought I might like them. Although," he asked the woman hovering in the door "Why do you have pictures of me one day old?"

"We were visiting. A-Lily and U-James were Mum and Dad's friends. I was mucking about with my birthday present. Like them?"

"Yeah, thanks. Here's your present. Hope you like it." He chucked a parcel at her.

"Is it supposed to be rattling and clinking?" she raised her eyebrows.

"Just open it."

Inside the paper was a note saying "This is a TV, video player and the Tremors video."

"Some Galleons is all that?" Ella looked sceptical.

"How are you expecting us to get all that?" Harry asked.

"Can you stay out of trouble for a few hours today and tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"No you can't. Drako can guard you when I go and turn this into what it apparently is. Is it just you?"

"We all chipped in, " Harry told her "Ron, Hermione and me."

"Thank you." Ella turned to go out of the room "Oh, Ron, do you know who told your mum about Drako?"

"Drako?"

"My Patronus. The dragon."

"Oh, that. I did mention you to mum and Fred and George might've told her about Drako…Why?"

Ella unwrapped a black jumper from around her waist. "Just wondering who I had to thank for this." On the front was a very accurate picture of Drako. Ella smiled "It's even better than the clothes Cassy gives me. Could you say thank you to your mum for me?"

"Yeah, sure."

"What is that Riddle woman wearing?" Draco sneered "It looks ridiculous."

"I think it's current Muggle fashion." Harry explained. "She must have some Muggle-born friends."

"If she's not Muggle-born herself."

"You might like to know that none of us are."

"Who's "us"?" Draco asked, turning to look at this new person.

"Jasa, Ella and me." she expanded.

"Jasa?" Draco laughed.

"Maybe I should call Jacen and tell him what you think of his name?" her smile suggested that would not be a good idea, as did the gun holstered on her hip. She looked as scary as Ella and Harry was in no doubt that she was just as dangerous.

"Cassy!" Ella called, walking over in her "ridiculous" clothes; blood red t-shirt, black jeans, her black jumper tied around her waist, Drako's picture on the inside, black boots and black fingerless gloves.

Cassy was similarly dressed; white shirt, black jacket, black skirt with silver embroidery and, again, black boots.

I do know that Twilight was not around until 2005 and was not around in, 1991? I think, however it leads on very nicely to my next section.

As Ella reached them she called over, "Jacob."

"Edward." Cassy replied.

"Jacob."

"Edward. If she'd gone for Jake she wouldn't have had Nessie."

"Jacob. If she hadn't had Nessie there wouldn't have been all that fuss with the Volturi."

"Edward. He and Bella love each other, and Jake weren't so bad off when she chose Edward."

"Jacob. Edward can go stick his head in the sun."

"Edward. He was planning on the equivalent when he thought she'd died. That shows how much he loved her."

"Jacob. Edward's an idiot. If Bella had died she would have wanted him to carry on living. Or not. Carry on not living."

"But he was already going slightly crazy after six months without her."

"And now we use the default argument," Ella smiled "Jacob's a werewolf."

"What are you two on about?" Harry asked "Who are Edward and Jacob?"

Both women turned to him. "You've never heard of Twilight? Have you been living under a rock for the past few years or something?"

"I don't know what it is either." Ron put in.

"Yeah but you're a pureblood. Very unlikely you'd know." Ella told him.

"Huh?"

"Most pure-bloods are unimaginably ignorant of the world around them. Things such as fashion, films, books and TV are totally lost on them. Unlikely you'd be an exception." Cassy explained.

"Aren't you pure-blood?" Harry asked Ella.

"Mostly. Mum was a half-blood and I was raised in a Muggle community. Cassy and Jasa are in similar situations. We are therefore in a good position to explain the Muggle world to wizards and explain that most of the time it beats the wizarding world hollow."

"Out of interest, what did you get for Christmas?" Cassy asked.

"Clothes from you, thank you, socks from Jasa, TV, video player and Tremors video from these two," she gestured at Harry and Ron "and their friend, and a jumper from Ron's mum. You?"

"Tattoo from you, thank you, socks from Jasa as well, and clothes from people."

"You can say "my parents"."

"No, I can't." Cassy informed her.

"Why not?"

"Because it upsets you," Harry told her. "Or angers you, I don't know."

"She's done that to you?" Cassy asked.

"First time I saw her."

"It wasn't the first exactly." Ella muttered.

"What?"

"Try first time in ten years. And what did I do?"

"Flash." Cassy answered.

"Ohh." Ella looked sheepish "That."

"Anyway," Cassy interrupted. "Party."

"OK, let's go. Expecto patronum." Drako appeared beside her "Look after them." she told him.

As they walked off Harry could hear their renewed argument. "Jake's a werewolf."

"Edward's a vampire."

"Jake's a werewolf."

"Vampires are cooler."

"Huh, try freezing, Werewolves are way awesomer than vampires."

"Vampires."

"Werewolves."

"Vampires."

"Werewolves."

"Vamps."

"Wolves…."

Harry was wondering where Ella was. He and Ron were about to go to bed and she still hadn't come back from her party. Though he was hoping she would come back soon, it was still a surprise when she stumbled through the portrait hole hiccupping.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"Went to a Christmas party." Ella replied, before attempting to collapse into a chair and ending up on the floor.

"Are you drunk or something?"

"I do not get drunk." she told him, hiccupping again. "Try drinking several bottles of coke and choking on some for laughing. Then walk into a wall. See how well you manage."

Giving up on the chair, she stayed on the floor. Harry took pity on her and chucked her blankets and pillow down to her.

"Thanks. G'night Harry. Night Ron."

Ella obviously hadn't been joking about the wall, however she did admit to having been punched in the mouth as well. Her bruised face was a great source of entertainment for Draco.

"What happened Riddle? Someone decide to rearrange your face?"

"Hmm. Can I try rearranging yours?"

Draco backed off quite quickly.

Later Harry suggested a game. Battleships wasn't quite what he was expecting.

"C4."

"Hit."

"Would do more than hit if it were real."

"Ella?"

"Hmm?"

"Why did you have photos of me?"

"I knew Lily and James and was visiting them. My parents knew them from school."

"Who are all the other people in them?"

"Let's see, there was my lot, your lot and some friends."

"So who's Sophia, and Luke?" he tried to remember the names.

"My parents." Ella's expression was so sad Harry almost instantly knew what had happened.

"How old were you when they died?"

"Nine, and one month."

"When's your birthday?"

August 1st. Day after yours I know." Ella looked sad still so Harry changed the subject.

"And who are Rebecca, Sirius and Remus?"

"Sirius and Remus are other friends of my parents. Rebecca is a relative of one of Mum's old friends, she's a year older than me. There was some hassle about her when she was very small and Mum felt some sort of obligation to her."

"You don't sound like you like her." Harry observed.

"I don't. Haven't seen her since sixth year when she left."

"Where are you going?" Honestly, they could be nice by a) not sneaking out and b) not making me ask. "Come on."

Silence, then "How did you know I'm here?"Hmph.

"Just want to know where you're going and why."

"I'm going to look at something." No specifics huh.

"Why did you think I couldn't see you?"

"Erm, er, invisibility cloak..." Harry answered, probably his dad's.

"Oh, I thought you meant because I've got my eyes closed."

"What?"

"You don't breathe quietly."

"You heard me breathing?" Well yeah. There's nothing else in the room making a noise and I've got my eyes closed.

"Possibly. Go on, don't get killed."

The portrait door opened and closed. I suppose Harry's an allright kid. It's not his fault I'm stuck her for seven years. Again. I didn't mind the first time, but to have to sit through at least five years of History of Magic again is just testing my patience. And McGonagall has a bee in her bonnet about something and Dumbledore's worried I'm going to kill someone. No chance, who's going to pay me to kill a schoolkid? Except Harry. He might pay me to kill Draco Malfoy. Except then Becca might kill me.

Basically I'm not killing anyone anytime soon.

"You're not going to carry this on into term time are you?" I asked Harry on about his third trip out.

"Don't know."

"Seriously, you know who will get the blame if you don't get enough sleep?"

"Me?" That is a possibility.

"Who exactly is the bad influence in the room? All point at moi."

"Possibly." he allowed.

"Do you know why I'm here?" Out of interest.

"No. I think the teachers do."

"I think the teachers have made some pretty accurate guesses. For example, yes there was money involved."

"Some wouldn't be sorry to see you go." he commented.

"Yes I know Snape hates me. I value Potions below self-defence. Who do you think he'll blame if you don't get enough sleep?"

"You."

"Precisely. Give a dog a bad name and hang her. I snuck out a lot when I was at school as you might have guessed."

"Never." he smiled.

"Go on then. Stop before school starts please."

"Maybe."

"That the best I'm going to get?"

"Yes."