It had been two days since the winter celebration at the Heart, and it was nearly Christmas. Regulus had baked ornaments for the tree (well, he'd baked them for us but they turned out so hard and tasteless that we ended up making them into ornaments), and Sirius helped me and Dad hang Christmas decorations outside, his eyes looking like Christmas decorations themselves.

I was happy to be home; the chaos of school was getting to be too much, and it was nice to finally just relax. Nothing weird had happened so far (beyond Sirius's eyes still changing colours), and I was actually starting to be optimistic for the holiday season.

That would go wrong, obviously, but, hey, I can pretend, can't I?

"James, where do you want these?" Sirius called, holding up a tangle of magical Christmas lights and teetering precariously on the edge of the ladder he was standing on.

"I dunno, ask Dad," I replied. "And hold on to the roof or something, you're about to fall off!"

"I am not," Sirius declared, but he grabbed onto the roof anyways. "Where is Uncle Jacob, anyway?"

"Inside, I think," I replied. Sirius groaned, obviously not wanting to climb all the way down, only to climb all the way up again.

I gave him a cheeky smirk, and he sighed and climbed down the ladder, trudging into the house. I laughed, and continued stringing lights along the edge of the roof. It was a nice day; the sun was shining, and it was really breezy. A light snow covered the ground. I always loved this time of year...

It was as Sirius was walking back outside that it happened. A strong wind blew towards me, knocking my ladder off balance. Sirius shouted as I fell backwards towards the ground, arms flailing, and yelling panicked exclamations.

Then, the strangest thing. As I closed my eyes and waited for impact, I slowed down, and ended up deposited on the ground softly. I opened my eyes, expecting to see someone pointing a wand at me. Instead, Sirius was gaping.

"What happened?" I asked, brushing snow off my jacket as I stood.

"You- and the air- like it grabbed you- and- and- bloody heck!" Sirius stammered.

"Aren't I too old for accidental magic?" I asked. "Are you sure no one cast a spell?"

"Pretty sure, everyone is inside but me," Sirius said, eyes wide.

"We'll ask Dad..." I decided, walking towards the house. "Though I think you're mad, mate."

"I'm not mad!" Sirius protested.

I sent him a look and he muttered something under his breath.

"Wait..." said Sirius suddenly. "What do I do with this?"

"Put it on the ground," I said. "We can always come back out here."

Sirius grumbled something and did as I told him, before we walked into the house to look for my dad. It wasn't hard to find him. He was helping Regulus make his most recent batch of botched up cookies into ornaments.

"Done already?" Regulus asked as we walked in.

"Not exactly," said Sirius. "Something else weird has happened."

"Again?" Dad said, getting up and inspecting Sirius closely. "What now?"

"For once," Sirius said gleefully. "It's not me!"

"Git," I said, hitting him on the arm. "You could be delusional."

"I am positive the air jumped up and caught you," said Sirius confidently. Dad and Regulus stared at him.

"Yep," said Dad. "I'll call Carol; he's finally lost it."

"No, no, I'm serious!" said Sirius.

"We know," Regulus replied.

"No, really- wait, that's my line!" Sirius scowled, before shaking his head. "Listen, he fell off the ladder just as I was walking out. I didn't have time to grab my wand, and neither did he, and we were the only two out there! And is he hurt? No! There's no other exclamation- the air caught him!"

"Definitely calling Carol," said Dad.

"Like I said, it was probably just accidental magic," I said. "It's unlikely, but not unheard of."

"Sirius, maybe you should rest?" Regulus suggested. "You're probably tired and seeing things."

"I'm not seeing things!" Sirius snapped. "Fine, don't believe me! I'm going upstairs!"

With that, he stomped furiously out of the room. I bit my lip as I stared after him. We probably should have listened to him, at least given him a chance to explain better. But it was so farfetched...

"Don't feel bad, James," Dad said. "You're teenagers, you're all hot-tempered. Especially Sirius and Regulus."

"Hey!" Regulus yelped. "I'm not hot-tempered."

"You destroyed the living room," I said dryly. Regulus turned red.

"Point taken," he mumbled.

"Anyways, Sirius will calm down in a bit. In the meantime, why don't you help out in here?" Dad suggested. I smiled slightly, and nodded, sending one last regretful look in the direction Sirius had disappeared.

Sure enough, Sirius had calmed down by dinnertime that day, and we'd been able to finish decorating the next day. Christmas had finally arrived, and, today, I had woken up early to the all too familiar shouting of Sirius and Regulus. The subject of their yelling wasn't, however, presents.

I realized this the moment I opened my door to find Regulus flying up and down the hall. My jaw dropped. "Sirius Black, what the heck did you do to Regulus?"

"Why do you assume I did this?" Sirius exclaimed indignantly.

"Because you always do this kind of stuff," I deadpanned. "Now get him down."

"I can't!" replied a very bewildered Sirius. "I didn't do it!"

"Yeah," said Regulus's voice. I turned to face Regulus, who was hanging upside down, feet on the ceiling. "I woke up this morning and started floating. Isn't it cool?"

"I- what- you- get down!" I stammered out.

"I don't know how," admitted Regulus, seeming very content floating in midair. "I always float back up."

"So we came to you," said Sirius. "Cause you can fix this kind of stuff."

I groaned. "It's five in the morning; do you really expect me to be able to come up with a solution to Regulus's anti-gravity problem this early?"

By Sirius's and Regulus's expectant stare, they did.

I face-palmed. "Regulus, you're just going to have to float until at least eight. I'm going back to bed."

"Aw, come on, Prongs!" Sirius said. "We don't want Aunt Carol to find out."

"Why?" I asked. "After all, it's probably something weird like all your problems."

Sirius gave me an annoyed look.

"Try super gluing him to the ground," I suggested tiredly. "And let me sleep."

"What's super gluing?" asked Regulus, lying on his stomach in midair. "Is it some sort of Muggle trick?"

"Just use a bloody permanent sticking charm, then," I said, rubbing my forehead. "And let me sleep."

"Aw, Jamie, it's Christmas," said Sirius. "You can't go back to sleep! We have presents!"

"It's five in the morning!" I exclaimed. "Regulus, just sleep on the ceiling or something until eight. There's no wqay I'm helping you this early."

Needless to say, I somehow got roped into searching the library for a solution. The one good thing about Regulus anti-gravity problem (as I was going to call it) was that he could reach all the books Sirius and I couldn't. Unfortunately, none of our books, not even any of the ones Sirius had from the Heart, had anything on people floating. By eight (oh, how I wished I had been in my bed all that time!), be had ransacked the entire library: nothing.

"This is useless," I muttered. "I say we go with my super glue idea, or at least the permanent sticking charm."

"Boys?" We all looked up, or, in Regulus's case, down. Dad was standing in the doorway. "What on earth have you done to the library? And why is Regulus floating?"

"It's a long story," I said tiredly.

Dad sighed. "What did Sirius do now?"

Regulus and I snickered as Sirius looked affronted. "Why does everyone always assume I did this?"

"It seems like the kind of thing you would do," Dad shrugged. "So what happened?"

"I woke up and got out of bed and ended up hitting my head on the ceiling," explained Regulus. "I shouted and Sirius came running, and then we went to James. He was pretty cranky."

"It was five in the bloody morning!" I exclaimed. "I just wanted to sleep."

Dad nodded. "At least you didn't wake us. Well, have you eaten?"

We all nodded, and I gestured to a plate on one of the higher bookshelves. "Can't you tell?"

"I can," Dad chuckled. "How 'bout presents, then?"

We all grinned, and followed him into the living room. Mum gawped at us. "You have five seconds to explain to me why Regulus is flying."

"We don't know," Regulus, Sirius, and I chorused.

Mum groaned. "I miss normalcy."

"So do I," I agreed.

"So what about those presents, huh?" asked Sirius eagerly. Mum nodded towards the pile, and Sirius eagerly grabbed a long present with his name on that. "Who's this from- oh, hey, Evirah sent it!"

"Really?" I asked. "Open it!"

Sirius pulled off the wrapping to reveal a long, slender sword. He held it up happily. "Wicked! A real sword!"

"Oh, no," I said before even Mum could protest. "There is no way you're keeping that!"

Sirius ignored me, instead standing up and brandishing the sword like he was about the fight. It immediately lit up with magic, and I paled. "Awesome! It's a magic sword!"

"We're all gonna die," I muttered in a sort of horrified awe. "What the heck was Evirah thinking?"

"C'mon, James, I'll be careful," said Sirius, all the while flipping the sword around and nearly cutting off his hand. "Woah!"

"Careful. Sure," I said, as Mum passed me a present. "Hmm, another from Evirah."

I pulled it open. "Woah. This is awesome!"

"What is it?" asked Regulus, floating over curiously. "Is that-"

"It's robes," said Sirius.

"Not just any robes!" I exclaimed. "I remember- I saw these in the village. They're suppose to enhance your magic in battle!"

"I don't see why you need battle robes," Mum said disapprovingly.

"Of course I do!" I exclaimed. "With all this stuff with the Heart, we've landed ourselves right in the middle of Voldemort's plans."

"I still don't like it," she said.

"I know, Mum," I replied. "Alright, Reg, your gift from Evirah."

Regulus ripped the wrapping off of his gift. "Oh, wow! That's a neat frying pan!"

"Did she seriously get you another frying pan?" I asked.

"I'm not Sirius," said Regulus. "And, besides, his middle name isn't Lee."

"Yeah- hey!" Sirius exclaimed. "That's my line!"

I rolled my eyes. "I still can't believe she got you a frying pan... knowing our luck it's probably magically enhanced."

"Why is that bad?" asked an ecstatic Regulus. "That's awesome!"

"For you, maybe," I said. "It's like Sirius's sword. You two with magic weapons is a recipe for disaster."

For his part, Regulus had the good grace to turn bright red. Sirius just shrugged and continued trying to use his sword, effectively getting it stuck in the wall.

"See my point?" I said, nodding towards Sirius, who was trying fruitlessly to pull his sword out of the wall. Dad and Regulus snickered. Mum looked torn between amusement and horror.

"You boys are going to give me a heart attack," she muttered.

"I know the feeling," I said. "Sirius is gonna get himself killed one day."

"I won't!" protested Sirius. "I'm careful!"

"Uh-huh, yeah, I believe that," I said as Sirius finally yanked his sword out of the wall, falling on his butt, the sword landing in the opposite wall.

"You're sword is still stuck," Regulus pointed out. Sirius groaned in annoyance. "Just saying."

"I really need to figure out how to use that thing," he muttered, walking over and resuming his struggle to free the magic sword.

"This is going to be a long break," Mum groaned.

I nodded in agreement. "Here's hoping Sirius doesn't destroy the rest of the house."

Dad chuckled. "Here's hoping."

A/N: Surprise! I'm not dead! I am so sorry for the long wait. I was rather stuck on this chapter, but, in the end, I figured out what to do. I'm not sure which is scarier: the fact I gave Sirius a sword or the fact Regulus can now fly. Meh, at least Sirius isn't the only one with crazy stuff going on! Big thanks to my awesome reviewers, Lady Loophole, N. E. Person (who gave me the idea that Reg should fly), sk8boards4ever, Red Moon Lollipop, potterhead934, and jeremiah123! Uh... take your pick, frying pan or magic sword. :) Hope you all enjoyed!

I still, sadly, don't own Harry Potter.