A/N: 1 I had to make December an entire chapter on its own because of how freaking long it is. /le sigh/ Not that I'm complaining. I love Sala.

A/N: 2 I already have a scene written from the second book (HP and the Resurfaced Legacy), and I'm so crazy excited, guys.

A/N: 3 After this, we have three more chapters before the end of the first book. I was wondering what to do, make one long story for people who like that, or make it into a series? On Fanfiction, there isn't any "next part", which is one thing I like better about Ao3. I can just keep everything together, but with Fanfiction, it's either one long story, or separate stories, which can be annoying for some. Feel free to leave your thoughts. Or if you rather come to Ao3 where this won't be an issue xd.
Cheers!

December

The biting air outside was the first sign that December was finally upon them. Sala, of course, was thrilled with many things, though he would never dare say any of them out loud. For one, Harry was no longer Harry. Not that that was something to necessarily be giddy about, but the fact that he could pretend to the world that he had never met Harry Potter was. Because Aurelius Lucien Zabini was not Harry Potter. Who would believe that the boy he was currently watching, giggling outdoors with his brother Blaise, was really the Saviour of the Wizarding World?

Exactly.

No one.

And that, Sala decided, was the best part.

For another, Harry finally got a family. Even if the family they had created wasn't "official", their brother bond would never go, but here, Harry finally got a mother who actually gave a crap about him, and Sala felt that was more important than anything.

The itty bitty problem was that every person who had stepped foot into Highclere Castle knew that Lucien, for that, really was a better name than freaking Aurelius, was Harry Potter. Since this included Lily, that was a genuine concern.

Because of her vow, it was only a minimal issue, but still, he didn't trust the woman as far as he could throw her, and with his still small stature and immature magic, that wasn't very far at all.

He had burnt the missive his father had given him, as having that around had been dangerous from the get-go. Not that it wasn't etched into his mind like a knife, but he didn't need words on parchment to remind him of what his father wanted him to do.

For all intents and purposes, because his father died, it was his job to get rid of Harry Potter.

Of course, he had never signed up to do such a thing, but as his father was no longer around, who was he going to argue with?

He hadn't always loved Harry as much as he had, though, with Regulus around, it was easy to take up the position of friend and helper to whatever Regulus had in mind to do to help the battered boy who had become their roommate.

Sala was now wondering if Harry hadn't really forgotten his name but, instead, was aware of the impact his name had had on the people around him. Knowing that Mrs Hacker was actually a witch, had she pretended not to know Harry too? Immediately, a vivid image of Harry with his forehead cut open and blood still oozing down his face made him shake his head. No, until he had plastic surgery, it hadn't been evident that he was Harry Potter at all.

Sala remembered while waiting for Harry to be admitted that the nurse had said "Harry Potter", and everyone in the room gaped. So Mrs Hacker knew he was Harry; after all, something must have told her - or perhaps someone.

It was a stunner for Sala to realise the person he was meant to rid the world of sat right next to him, battered, broken, and having all but given up on humanity.

Unsure of what kind of person his father was, though knowing without a doubt that he wasn't a good person, Sala decided that, while this boy did not need to be bothered just yet, perhaps once he healed, Sala could get rid of him. Fate happened then, and soon enough, little Harry wrapped them around his finger. It was effortless for Sala to purposefully forget his mission and put his all into being there for the little wonder known as Harry Potter.

It was, therefore, quite a surprise when Narcissa came to him wanting to blood-adopt him, which would offer him a lot of good, especially since he was afraid of having too many features like his father had, for he was not a fool not to notice the numerous portraits in his father's old manor. And before adoption, he looked like an exact replica. His answer would have been different if she had come when he was four. "Of course, I would love to come and be your son properly," he would have said, but once he knew Regulus and got to know Harry, going with Narcissa was his last priority. If it meant keeping both of them, he would have kept his looks, his father's doppelganger be damned.

So by the time she had decided to blood-adopt him, Sala didn't want to leave.

Finding out that Harry was somehow like him, able to speak to snakes, and had some kind of Slytherin heritage like him, made it all better.

And no matter what his father said, Sala would no longer hurt Harry. The boy started to treat Harry like a brother, protecting him from danger. He would do anything to keep Harry safe, even if it meant going against his father's wishes. Harry was no longer an outsider to Sala; he was family. Solidifying his bond with the boy was just an add-on, and Sala would never tell Harry how much he wanted Harry and him to be connected. It was likely the boy thought he hadn't cared.

Now, the six other boys that had taken up residence at the castle were out on the vast lawn, chasing each other. Sala was the exception, relaxing against a tree and just observing.

Last night, Lucien crawled into his bed and softly told him he was officially part of the pureblood society. The boy had been nervous and terrified, but the Duchessa's confidence in Aurelius proved well-founded. As December continued, Lucien, Blaise, he and Draco attended social gatherings with their mothers. Sala watched with a sharp eye as what used to be Harry Potter effortlessly blended in, mingling with ease among the elite. The curious glances turned into nods of approval, and the air of acceptance surrounded him.

Sala held him by the arm as often as possible so Harry could catch glimpses of himself in the mirrors of opulent ballrooms and elegant drawing rooms. Knowing Harry and his transformation into Lucien allowed Sala to observe the development that took place. The reflections staring back at them both wore the mask of pureblood heirs, but Sala was sure that within the flawless boy who stood before him, the flame of his true self burned brightly, and Harry Potter was still in there.

The Duchessa had created the perfect story, saying Lucien had been raised by Blaise's father (so they would be full brothers, not just half). They had grown up apart and only saw each other on holidays, where they always remained indoors. It was such an easy and viable thing (considering she had already gone through seven husbands) that no one doubted her words.

Amidst the whispers and the elegant façade, Sala treasured the moments shared with Luicen when the walls of propriety would briefly fade away. Behind closed doors, he continued to be the loving and shy figure Sala had grown to rely on, reminding him that their bond extended beyond societal expectations.

In those private moments, Harry's gentle words affirmed his place in their bonded brother's status. Sala's pride in him radiated from his gaze, a silent testament to the love and acceptance Harry found under his wing. While it would be more accurate to say under Reggie's wing since Reggie was the first to take responsibility for the boy and ever so slowly built his confidence. Sala wasn't sure what Regulus had done in his past life, but being able to rid Harry of his trauma definitely enabled him to become a healer. Sala often considered Reggie, a miracle worker and was determined to make sure that Harry grew up to be a strong and capable man. He was determined to give Harry the same unconditional love and support that Reggie had given him. When Harry came to sit with Sala minutes later, his face flushed and happy. Sala looked at him with a swell of emotions, feeling a deep love and regard for the boy. He wanted to express his feelings, but he knew Harry had enough on his mind already. Instead, Sala simply held Harry's hand and talked to him gently and kindly. He wanted Harry to feel he had a safe place to turn to and could always rely on Sala for love and support. It pleased Sala that he could provide such a safe place for Harry, just as Regulus had done for him.

It took until mid-December for Regulus to finally come through with removing Lily from Highclere Castle. By this time, Lucien had come to terms with Lily's continued denial of his changed identity. Despite the love and acceptance he found within his newfound family, the ache of her rejection lingered. It was pretty obvious with how Harry kept finding himself in everyone's bed besides his own.

"I swear, he needs therapy, Regulus," Sala told him one night as they brushed their teeth.

"I know, Sala." Regulus snapped, "You think I'm not trying?"

Sala sighed but didn't respond. Regulus had been snappy recently, and Sala was sure it was Severus. Something Regulus said when he was half asleep made it sound like the two had a history. It must be weird to be stuck in the wrong body, with two different ages. Though Sala had enough self-preservation to avoid revisiting the topic again.

Lily's refusal to acknowledge Lucien as he was, instead of Harry, her son, caused a rift that affected their relationship and the dynamics among the others. The weight of her presence burdened them all, straining the collective family atmosphere surrounding the castle. It was clear to all that her refusal to accept Lucien caused them all pain, yet Lily remained stubborn. She was unable to move forward, and the other families suffered as a result.

Severus, whom they found out was Harry's Godfather and Lily's ex-boyfriend, had grown increasingly distant from her as time passed. The realisation that Lily clung to a façade rather than embracing the facts caused a divide between them. Severus, ever loyal to Harry and his chosen family, drew solace in the arms of those who truly understood him. What Sala wondered was how long Severus knew he was Harry's Godfather because if he always knew, what would have possessed him not to take Harry in? He never received an answer.

During this time, he also discovered that Severus was Draco's Godfather. Sala was curious about who she had chosen to be his Godfather, but Narcissa refused to say, which only made him more keen to figure it out. It would be an adventure for the future.

From what Sala could see, Lucien learned to navigate the delicate dance of interaction with Lily. He maintained a respectful distance while harbouring deep sadness that he only spoke of while drunk on tears and heartache. Sala overheard Severus and Remus talking, and from what they understood, her denial stemmed from her struggles and fears, but this was no excuse and certainly didn't make the pain any less palpable for Harry.

The frustration of being unseen and unacknowledged by his birth mother weighed heavily on Harry, casting a shadow over his interactions with everyone else at the castle. Yet, amidst the heartache, Sala made sure he would find solace in everyone else's love for him because that seemed to have grown rather than diminished. It was all Sala could ask for.

Harry deserved everything, plus more.

Amid Lily's presence, Sala took to teaching Lucien something new. He explained that it was a strength to understand his worth and identity being unrelated to her thoughts, but rather to realise all the people who cherished and loved him because these were Harry's values.

Sala also found it extremely difficult to switch between Lucien and Harry and had to bite his tongue every time he nearly said "Harry" out loud. Severus had quietly explained to him that though it wouldn't be a problem now, accidentally calling the boy Harry could be a problem in the future once they went to school, especially if they wanted to keep Harry's identity a secret.

As the preparations for Yule started (because Purebloods didn't do Christmas), Sala focused on nurturing the bonds for Harry that had become the foundation of his life. Lucien's unconditional love and acceptance from Regulus, himself, Blaise, and the others filled the void left by Lily's rejection.

It was starting to annoy Sala and Balise when Reggie didn't get rid of Lily quickly enough. Sala took to badgering him every time he had a chance, which was all the time he wasn't with Harry.

Finally, a week before Yule began, Regulus and Blaise approached Lily. Sala was right behind him, wishing he had a snake to scare the woman. They found her alone in the grand foyer of Highclere Castle, her presence casting a shadow over the once warm and welcoming space.

"You failed, Ms Evans," Blaise said, always the polite one, but also not wanting to use Lily's name. Sala didn't blame him. It was almost blasphemous to say these days.

"You should have known better," Regulus added, his voice dripping with contempt. Lily's face blanched, and she stepped back from them, trying to control her emotions, but seeing as she was never proficient at that, to begin with, it got her nowhere.

Regulus stood tall, his voice authoritative, as he addressed Lily. "Lily, we have come to discuss a matter of the utmost importance," he began, his tone firm and resolute.

"It's Mrs Potter to you, young man," Lily said abruptly, glaring. Regulus barely refrained from rolling his eyes.

"Right, back to the topic. Please do try and stay focused, Mrs Potter." Regulus said, his voice snide. Severus would be proud.

Lily's eyes widened with surprise as she recognized the gravity in their expressions. "What is this about?" she asked, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness. "And failed at what exactly?"

Blaise stepped forward, his gaze unwavering. "Lily, ah, Mrs Potter, it has become clear that your presence at Highclere Castle is causing unrest and tension," he stated, his words carefully chosen yet laced with fury.

It was then that Sala noticed Harry was there too, hidden in an alcove, his face pale and his eyes red-rimmed. He saw Sala watching, but he stayed where he was, concealed behind the nook, pleading with his eyes for Sala to remain silent about his presence.

Of course, Sala could never say no to those puppy eyes, and he turned away.

Lily, predictably, didn't say anything, merely crossing her hands over her chest, almost defensively. "It's really none of your business," Lily said snobbishly, though Sala noticed a tremor in her voice as if she was about to cry. Was that because they were kicking her out or because she was upset about everything taking place?

Sala noticed Draco and Theodore had joined Harry, Theo surprisingly wrapping an arm around Harry from behind, protectively, whispering something softly to him. Draco looked eager for a confrontation which was so like him; Sala shook his head, vexed. It seemed Theo was there just in case Harry fell apart.

Thank Merlin for the people who care about him.

Reggie continued, his voice steady. "We have unanimously decided that your permission to be here is revoked. Your presence undermines the unity and acceptance we have fostered among ourselves," he declared, his words echoing with finality.

Lily's face contorted in disbelief and outrage. "You can't do this!" she protested, her voice filled with fury matching Blaise's. "I am Harry's mother and have a right to be here!"

"Oh, now you want to be his mother?" Sala snapped at the same time Blaise said: "Yeah?" It seemed like he was deciding to give the woman one last chance. "Where is Harry then?"

Lily's mouth opened like a fish as she grappled for an answer.

"Thought so," Blaise growled. "Regulus, do the honours, please."

Lily's eyes welled up with tears, and her voice choked with emotion. "I am his mother," she whispered, her words carrying a weight of regret and sorrow.

"You just don't know how to show it, right? Because his skin colour became more beautiful, his eyes more captivating, and his soul even purer, but you only saw someone who wasn't perfect little Harry Potter." Sala hissed, not sure if he spoke in English or Parseltongue. But he was so angry he trembled, and surprisingly it was Harry who came, accompanied by a reluctant Theo and Draco. And then the small, gentle, beautiful boy wrapped his arms around him, glaring at the woman Sala had just defended him from.

"~Calm, my beautiful snowy snake,~" Harry hissed softly to him, ignoring Lily, his eyes only for Sala as the boy took deep breaths along with him, counting softly in Parseltongue. "~One, two, three...There you go, Breathe...~."

While all this was going on, Regulus, Blaise and Theodore formed a protective circle around Sala and Harry.

When Sala had finally calmed, they both stood up, and Harry approached Lily, biting his lip nervously, clearly with a thought on his mind.

"Get away from me, little baby Dark Lord," Lily screamed, her wand pointed at Harry.

Everyone gasped.

Harry looked up to meet her eyes, the now indigo orbs of Aurelius Lucien Zabini, once known as Harry Potter, staring at the woman with such anguish Sala sucked in a deep breath.

They heard a sob, and it took Sala a split second to realise it was Harry. This woman made their boy cry again.

"OUT!" Sala roared, though his voice hadn't cracked yet and only sounded foolish. All the noise, however, had brought in the adults, and it was with a relief that Sala heard Harry's mother of heart speaking.

"Get your fucking wand away from my son," she said, her voice so deadly; Sala was surprised Lily didn't tremble in terror. Severus and Narcissa moved before the children, their arms spread wide. Remus cast a spell that caused Lily to lose her wand and rope tied around her lank frame.

She was beside herself, shouting and yelling, no longer coherent. With a sigh, Severus spelled her voice silent as well.

In the sudden stillness of the foyer, no one spoke for a full minute.

Finally, Regulus stepped forward, and his voice was filled with empathy. However, now that she was tied and silenced, she couldn't help but pay attention to the boy. "Lily, being a mother transcends beyond blood ties. It is about love, acceptance, and nurturing. We have become Aurelius' family, providing him with the support and care he deserves." That you have not given was left unsaid.

Harry listened attentively, his face stoic. Sala was suddenly grateful that Narcissa had willingly chosen him, and despite not knowing the full story of his birth and why Lucius wasn't his father, he was thankful for her love. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to be accepted by everyone except a woman who was a biological mother and only stood on the periphery, unable to understand or accept him fully, or at all, really. It was deplorable, and aside from a very subtle lip tremble, Harry did not react.

Blaise's voice softened as he spoke, his words filled with compassion and finality. "We hope that one day you will find it in your heart to accept my brother for who he truly is. Until then, we must ask you to leave Highclere Castle and respect our family."

Predictably, Lily started shouting, though, with Severus' silencing spell still in effect, no sound came out.

"What exactly happened that led Ms Evans to raise her wand to my Godson?" Severus murmured to Regulus as he tapped his wand against the tips of his fingers in a very intimidating way.

For some reason, Harry chose that moment to act, surging forward as if to attack the woman; he too had started shouting, though it was mixed with heart-wrenching sobs, tears falling freely from his eyes, and his words just as incoherent as Lily's had been.

Blaise and Theodore were on top of him in a heartbeat, embracing and soothing him.

"Perhaps it would be better if you took Lucky out of the room."

The group became hushed once more, and for the first time ever, Severus blushed. "Lucien. Take Lucien out of the room."

"Hey!" Sala grumbled. "That's what I call him!"

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose and summoned a phial of Firewhisky from the cupboard.

"Just take him; we need to finish this."

Reluctantly, Blaise and Theodore took Harry out of the room, and as soon as their footsteps faded, Severus turned back to them, glaring slightly as if daring them to comment.

"Now," Severus said again, sipping his drink, "again."

"Regulus has revoked his permission for Lily to be here," Draco provided, walking closer to Severus, obviously feeling safer with his Godfather beside him. Sala felt a small bout of jealousy at such an impressive man not being his Godfather. Maybe if he simply asked? Was that acceptable in the Wizarding World?

"You intend to revoke her knowledge of the Fidelius. Is that correct?" Severus asked, his voice deathly quiet. Draco and Regulus nodded and glanced at Sala, who expected an argument. Severus, however, only nodded and turned away, his expression unreadable. Sala studied him as he paced. It was clear that the man expected this outcome.

"As much as I am loathed to say this, Lily," Severus began softly, for the woman calmed down upon seeing him, despite Severus silencing her. What a weird woman. "I agree with the children."

"What?" She screeched, advancing on him, and from the way Severus backed up before he could stop himself, Sala figured it was something that had happened pretty frequently in his childhood. When had Remus and Severus dropped their charms? Had she broken them? Was she that powerful, or was it an oversight on their part? But again, his questions weren't answered, though he hadn't voiced them this time.

"Stand your ground, Severus," Regulus murmured, momentarily taking the man's hand. Snape relaxed and took a deep breath.

"Are you sure, Regulus?" he asked, glancing at the doorway where Harry had already left and not returned.

Regulus' scowl intensified as he recalled Harry's numerous nights of sobbing to sleep.

"Positive," he hissed after seconds, which was lucky as Sala would have skinned him alive if he had said anything to contradict their plan.

"Let's walk to the edge of the grounds," Severus said, taking Lily by the arm when she refused to move. For the first time since she came here, Lily visibly strained against Severus, likely attempting to get away. He was unmoved, though, and gently, but still forcibly, dragged her to the gates.

Defeated and overwhelmed, Lily turned away from the group without another word.

As they followed Severus to the gates, Sala knew Regulus would feel pangs of sympathy, though his determination and anger were a lot stronger. They both knew that removing the secret location from her mind was necessary to protect everyone, as there were too many secrets that had been learned behind these walls. With a heavy heart, he raised his hand and was just about to utter the incantation for the Obliviate charm; Severus put a hand on his arm, stopping him.

"You can't possibly just let her go! No one can know about the secrets here!" Regulus growled, staring Severus down.

"You misunderstood Mon cher. Allow me."

It was a measure of how much Regulus trusted Severus that he obliged and allowed Severus to take over. It made Sala wonder how strong their relationship had been in Regulus' first life.

"Everything, Severus. The Dark Lord had the right idea in making her forget Magic and her son. She deserves neither."

Severus nodded, flourishing his wand. "Obliviate."

No one stopped him, which said a lot about how three months had piled up the resentment for the woman.

A shimmering silver light enveloped Lily momentarily as Severus directed the spell towards her, erasing the memories associated with the secret location and everything else she had learnt since that fateful day in September. Sala watched as her eyes glazed over, the recognition of Highclere Castle fading from her mind. The weight of knowledge lifted from her, leaving her confused and unknowing.

Sala wondered if Harry was watching from the window and didn't turn around to check. If the boy wanted to see this, he wouldn't stop him.

Severus took a step back, his gaze filled with regret and belief that he had done what was necessary to protect everyone.

The group, as one turned to the edge of the wards, where Lily was now. But even if she turned around, she would only see a path and a field.

And after all this time and all the tears, Sala finally felt free and relieved for the woman finally getting what she deserved.

Preparations at Highclere Castle were a hive of activity the day before Yule. The Slytherin house elves were busy decorating the castle in festive colours and ensuring all the guests had beds and meals prepared for the night. This was a little unnecessary, though, as no new people were coming, but Sala didn't say anything as it made the Elves happy.

The house elves who specialised in cooking were busy in the kitchen baking cakes and making mulled wine. Sala smiled, happy to see them so enthusiastic. The fae-like boy went to the Great Hall, where he found the Elves had decorated it beautifully with holly and ivy garlands. Sala knew it would be a wonderful evening.

It was a day full of laughter and music on the grounds as all the families gathered to celebrate Yule together. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the house elves lit a bonfire in the courtyard. Everyone gathered around to tell stories and put on the Wizarding Wireless, where Narcissa and Isabella sang along to Celestina Warbeck. The castle glowed with thousands of twinkling lights as the night grew darker and colder.

"It's faery lights," Harry whispered to him as he sat, leaning against Sala's chest.

"How do you know that?" Sala asked as he stroked the boy's hair, which seemed to be his favourite, and every time he stopped, a sound of discontent escaped between Harry's lips.

"Dunno, can't you feel it?"

Sala closed his eyes, spreading his magic out into the air, and then gasped as the touch of whatever Harry must have been feeling hit him.

"Yes," he said, his voice strangled slightly. "I feel it."

After that, the two sat in comfortable silence, watching Regulus and Ursa playing, Theodore and Blaise whispering quietly, and Draco sitting next to Narcissa, showing her something he had created earlier that day.

Finally, as the clock struck midnight, the celebration began, and the festivities continued until the early morning hours.

Ursa fell asleep in one of the few small hammocks Harry hung between two trees, unable to stay awake once two o'clock hit. The six older boys forced themselves to stay awake through the night, playing games and sharing butterbeer. As the night grew darker, or maybe that was the magic in the air, the boys found a clearing in the woods and began a game of magical tag using paint that Severus had charmed. They ran around the trees, sending magically sparkling paint flying as they threw paint at each other. Regulus, Blaise and Harry were particularly adept at the game, zigzagging through the trees and dodging each other's paintballs. Draco, Theodore and Sala kept up as best they could, laughing and cheering as they ran. When they finally tired out, the boys settled by the bonfire, which magically stayed burning bright and warm. They took turns playing truth or dare, a game Regulus had said was great fun, though Sala hoped the questions would remain innocent enough that his deepest, darkest secrets would stay that way. Deep and dark. When even that got tiring, the boys joined Ursa in the other hammocks and took turns pointing out the constellations. They soon fell asleep, and for some reason, Sala dreamt of Veela and faeries, with Harry back to how he used to be, but somehow changed again, with the same characteristics of a Zabini, but at the same time nothing alike. It scared him, and in the morning, when the other boys awoke to birds singing, Sala kept his dream to himself. After all, it wasn't his first dream that came true. With a yawn, they returned to the castle, their magical night in the forest ending.

Of course, the adults allowed this behaviour and let the kids sleep in for fun when the gifts were exchanged later in the day. After all, it would be a game for the kids to try and find each of their gifts.

At midday, Severus woke up Sala and the others, smiling uncharacteristically. "A treasure hunt has been set up for everyone, and all the gifts everyone bought for each other have been hidden in the Enchanted Garden. Enjoy."

Sala smirked, unsure who came up with that idea, but he was definitely up to it. They had been banned from the enchanted garden for the entirety of December, and now finally, they would get to return.

He grimaced as everyone shouted in excitement, running off to the large expanded area that had been turned into a sprawling enchanted garden within the castle grounds. Sala also wanted to scream and holler but was still preoccupied with his dream and didn't feel up to shouting, even if it was for something fun.

The elves did an impressive job. This magical garden was a hidden oasis filled with vibrant flora, twinkling lights, and whimsical elements. This was where nature and magic intertwined, creating a serene and enchanting atmosphere. Sala had frequented this spot each time he wanted to be alone, so he immediately felt at peace, his dream falling to the back of his mind as he joined the clamouring of the other boys, rushing around to find notes and riddles to locate their things.

The garden had various enchanted structures like sparkling treehouses, blooming arbours, and cosy alcoves. Each gift was carefully placed in a designated area, such as the magical floating shelf or the shimmering platform amidst the foliage. The gifts blended seamlessly with the garden's natural beauty, creating a captivating sight. Several were hidden under the bench surrounding the magical fountain bursting with water every few seconds. Colourful ribbons were tied around the handcrafted gifts, making them look even more special. The entire garden sparkled with an ethereal quality, and the presents seemed joyous. The music rose from the fountain and filled the air with celebration. The boys were mesmerised by the beauty of this moment, and for a few seconds, the world seemed to stand still.

As Narcissa, the Duchessa, Severus and Remus gathered in the garden, their eyes lit up with anticipation as they explored the magical landscape. The air was filled with the delicate scent of flowers, and soft music emanated from unseen sources, sweetening the enchanting ambience.

Sala kept himself separate from the others, but everyone else did the same, so the younger Black-Malfoy twin felt slightly better. They traversed through winding paths, discovering each gift's unique location, a shout of excitement echoing through the gardens each time a gift or parcel was found.

As the families gathered for the Yule Tide treasure hunt, the magical garden within the castle grounds shimmered with enchantment. Severus, Remus, the Duchessa, and Narcissa meticulously hid gifts throughout the garden, eager to create an unforgettable adventure for the children.

As Sala passed Narcissa, crouching under a bush to check a suspicious ribbon flowing in the air, he overheard her speaking to Isabella. "Theo doesn't have a proper family, does he?" she asked, her voice sombre.

"True, but at the same time, I don't see him agreeing to anyone formally adopting him, let alone a blood adoption."

"Don't you see how he and Blaise interact? All you would need to do is ask Blaise to encourage him, and the boy will agree."

"He doesn't appear sad, though," Isabella countered, perhaps not liking the insinuation that her son would need to convince another to be happy.

"Maybe not, but he should have a family on Yule."

Sala wanted to mention that Regulus and Ursa didn't have a family either and wondered why Narcissa hadn't brought it up. Scowling, the boy snuck the parcel out from under the bush, pleased that it was one of his and not anyone else's.

Amidst the vibrant flora and twinkling lights, the ethereal fountain stood at the heart of the garden. Its crystalline waters flowed gracefully, concealing gifts within their magical depths. Sala watched from his position as Harry and Blaise approached the fountain, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. The boys touched the water, and it parted, revealing Regulus' carefully wrapped gifts nestled within. However, there were only two parcels, which Harry grabbed, a giggle spreading joy to the others there.

Further along, the garden's winding paths, hidden among the blooming gazebos and whimsical structures, more surprises awaited. Sala joined Draco, and Theodore, eagerly scouring the enchanting garden, discovering hidden nooks and crannies where the remaining gifts were cleverly concealed.

As the children triumphantly found each gift, they brought them to a magnificent picnic table in the garden's centre. The table was adorned with delicate fairy lights and stunning floral arrangements. The gifts were carefully placed in a growing pile, creating a dazzling display of youth and fun.

With all the gifts gathered, the boys took their seats around the table, their faces filled with anticipation. The adults smiled indulgently, murmuring among themselves, until a ding sounded, a sign from the house elves. Narcissa stepped forward and, with a flourish, removed the cloth from the table. Beneath the fabric was a vast array of sweet treats and Yule delicacies fit for a feast. The boys were wide-eyed with delight, and they all sat down, eager to begin.

Each boy passed the gifts they found on to the right person, relishing in the joy of giving and receiving. The air was thick with anticipation as they took turns opening their presents, marvelling at the thoughtfulness and magic behind each one.

Harry reached for a gift first and unwrapped something from Blaise with a beaming smile.

"Stars in a Jar?" he asked, holding it up, and even in the brightly lit garden, it was apparent how much light and warmth came from it.

"Yeah," Blaise said, grinning, coming to stand near his brother. "It lights up a dark room and gives off subtle magical energy to give its user - in this case, you, Auri - a feeling of love and happiness." Harry hugged him, beaming. "Open mine now," Harry said, excitedly jumping up and down. Blaise nodded and opened the gift labelled from Harry to him. It was an enchanting wand holster to use when they went to Hogwarts. On it was an inscription in Italian. 'Mio fratello di sangue, cuore e amore.' Blaise's eyes teared up, and he rushed over to Harry, hugging him close.

The Duchessa translated for them since none knew Italian. "It means my brother by blood, heart and love." A chorus of "Awwws" made Harry and Blaise blush, though for different reasons. Harry seemed delighted with what he had given Blaise, especially for his Italian usage, and Blaise seemed highly pleased to get something from Harry that he'd be able to use forever. From what Sala could see, Harry did not relinquish the Stars in a Jar as the others waited patiently for their turn.

"Now, Sala, go ahead," Narcissa said softly as he carefully opened a box from Harry, revealing a beautifully crafted pendant with a small snake symbol engraved and an inscription in Parselscript that he had asked Severus to help him etch that said ~my brother, my heart, I will always be here for you~. Its ethereal glow captured Sala's heart, symbolising their deep bond and shared connection. Sala could feel his heart hurting from his love for the other boy who took the time to think about what he might like.

When no one was listening, Harry told him softly that if he hissed at it to open, it would. This revealed a moving photograph of the two before their blood adoption. He kissed Harry's forehead and encouraged the boy to open his gift. Though he wasn't sure, Harry would like it.

As he had done with Blaise, Harry gently separated the gift wrapping paper to see a small box within. Inside was a timepiece with magical complications: An intricately designed magical timepiece that not only told the time but also showed celestial movements or allowed the wearer to travel through time to relive precious moments.

Harry was gobsmacked and wiped away a tear as he emotionally thanked Sala for the gift before wrapping his arms around him. Sala felt the warmth of his hug and knew this gift would stay with Harry for a lifetime.

"I hope you enjoy it, Lucien," Sala murmured, enjoying using his French accent to say the boy's name.

In Parseltongue, Sala said ~I had to get this from someone who knew my sire. So it can only be used when no one else is around except me, and we must be cautious when using it. Obviously, there are a lot of rules with this, but I thought it would be a special thing for you to be able to experience, as my time with you and me in the past year and in the years to come has a lot of meaning for me, and I hope you can experience that again.~ Harry nodded, stunned into silence. Around them, others were also opening their gifts.

Regulus, with a smile of anticipation, unwrapped Sala's gift, discovering the personalised set of potions ingredients that would fuel Regulus' passion for potions that he had taken to brewing with Draco and Severus in a room that the elves had converted into a potions lab. Regulus gave Sala a large well-wrapped box. Regulus smirked, making Sala nervous. Once he opened the box, the sound of hissing made everyone hold their breath in surprise.

"No way," Harry gasped, moving around the others so he could see into the box.

As Sala unwrapped the pristine packaging, his eyes widened in astonishment. A coiled, majestic cobra lay before him, its scales glistening in a mesmerising blend of emerald green and ebony black. The snake's hood was delicately patterned with intricate markings that shimmered in the sunlight. The intense and piercing gaze of the creature held an air of ancient wisdom and understanding. The cobra moved gracefully, its sinewy body elegantly flowing as it shifted its weight.

Regulus explained to Sala that the cobra had been bred in the most reputable serpent sanctuary, where it received proper care and handling. It was a creature of remarkable beauty and power, mirroring Sala's unique personality.

He ignored Severus, who was muttering to Regulus, "How can you get a child a snake!" But Regulus just laughed, not concerned at all.

Sala couldn't help but feel an immediate connection with the cobra, sensing a profound understanding between them. ~I have named you Vasuki, after the serpentine deity of Hindu mythology.~ Sala murmured to his snake. Vasuki seemed to understand as it coiled around Sala's arm, climbing up to rest its head on his shoulder. Sala smiled, feeling like he had made a new friend. He wondered if a snake would immediately become a familiar or if that was something that took time. Harry put his hand out too, petting Vasuki gently on the head and hissed in awe, "~ You're beautiful~," even as the Duchessa seemed to freeze in her place, a trickle of fear running down her back.

"~I accept your name, Speaker~."

Sala beamed, "~I'm glad, Vasuki~."

Narcissa gave him a look that said they would be having a conversation later, and he smiled beautifully at her, so happy that he didn't care in the slightest.

Eventually, everyone gave up waiting their turn and opened their gifts without asking.

Ursa opened Harry's gift, finding a charming toy broomstick that awakened his sense of adventure. He immediately started riding it, much to Regulus' disgruntlement. Sala wasn't upset that Harry had given Ursa a broomstick as Regulus had given Ursa a few magical toys, including Quidditch gloves, a magical chess board, and a set of magical blocks that could be transformed into different shapes and sizes. Draco, Theodore and Blaise presented Ursa with a variety of candies and chocolates. At the same time, Narcissa and Severus handed him a special potion to cure any ailment he might ever have. The Duchessa got Ursa a dragon-scale cloak to keep him warm.

Ursa was overjoyed by all the gifts and thanked everyone for their thoughtfulness.

With a twinkle in his eyes, Draco revealed the colour-changing robes from Theodore and Blaise, a delightful expression of Draco's ever-evolving style. Both boys snorted, though it appeared that Draco actually enjoyed the gift. Ursa and Regulus worked together to create the perfect gift for Draco. They found a rare artefact of a magical pocket watch, which they enchanted to show the time in all the different wizarding locations worldwide. They also gifted Draco a gorgeous set of robes that changed colour according to the wearer's mood. It was funny that everyone thought robes would be the boy's ideal gift idea. Draco returned the favour with enchanted wands for Blaise and Theodore and a rare magical book for Regulus. The boys were delighted by the thoughtful gifts, and Draco was particularly pleased with the pocket watch.

Blaise unwrapped Theodore's gift, revealing a compass that would always lead Blaise to Theodore if he needed him.

Theodore, his heart racing, opened the gift from Blaise, finding a small, ornate box with a magical signature from Blaise that would only open for Theodore, and when he did, sang softly to Theodore in Blaise's voice.

Sala's eyes widened as he unwrapped the dragon-shaped pendant from Draco, a stunning reminder of their shared connection as brothers and of Draco, showing him his solidarity.

Sala noticed Harry frown at this and vowed to find a way with magic to wear both pendants. In a twist of irony, Sala had also given Draco a charm necklace with a lion on it. Considering Draco was the only one who called him "Leolin," it was fitting.

Ursa's face lit up with joy as he received the set of intricately carved wooden magical puzzles from Sala, promising hours of captivating challenges. He didn't spend enough time with Ursa as he used to, and he hoped doing some puzzles with the boy would help build their relationship again.

Regulus, the stoic figure of the chosen family, unwrapped a small wooden box from Ursa. He found within it an enchanted music box that played soothing melodies and casted a calming charm in its vicinity. Regulus smiled tearfully, aware that it was Ursa's way of saying it was okay to sometimes have a bad night. It seemed Ursa knew his brother better than anyone gave him credit for. As Regulus never spoke about his nightmares with anyone, not even him, the boy he'd known since they were four. Regulus got Ursa another gift, an elegant gold necklace with a star-shaped pendant to remind him of the night sky they used to admire together in the orphanage and the constellations of Perseus and Ursa that magically switched occasionally. Feeling like a big boy, Ursa decided not to burst into tears in front of everyone. Instead, he squeezed Regulus' hand so tightly that his fingers turned white.

Regulus also bought a gift for Harry, an Animagus Transformation Kit, which would allow him to experience the magical process of transforming into an animal temporarily, encouraging imagination and creativity and the hope that he would one day become an Animagus. Regulus gifted Theodore and Blaise a set of quills made from the smoothest feathers. He also gave them magical ink that changed colours depending on the writer's feelings. He likewise gave them a book of spells from the ancient wizarding library to help them with their studies. They were both touched by the considerate gifts and thanked Regulus profusely for his kindness. Blaise gifted Regulus a rare edition of a book he had been searching for, and Theodore offered to teach Regulus a few of the spells he had learned from his studies. Regulus was overwhelmed by his friends' compassion and vowed to always be there for them, no matter what. For Draco, Blaise crafted a set of dragon scales out of metal, which shifted in colour depending on the environment temperature. For Sala, Blaise crafted a necklace with a phoenix pendant on it to remind him of a time when he was brave and strong. Sala very carefully did not look at Harry, who he was sure would be furious now.

For Ursa, Blaise got a second gift, a set of crafted wooden wind chimes that played sweet melodies on a windy day. Blaise's thoughtful gifts were appreciated by everyone, and he was thanked for them. Theodore gifted Regulus with a magnificent wooden box filled with exotic spices from around the world. For Ursa, Theodore bought an entire set of books about magical creatures. He also bought a box full of magical sweets that would bring out his hyper childishness.

For Sala, Theodore bought a fresh set of quills and ink, which Sala appreciated, as he had run out of his own from using it to secretly write in his diary. He also got an elegant velvet cloak for special occasions. This was brilliant, as Draco and Sala needed to attend numerous functions in the coming year.

Upon visiting the magical store with Severus, Ursa must have thought about making unique gifts for his friends. He had picked out a box of rare magical seeds for Blaise and Theodore to plant together with the help of Severus. Severus told him these seeds could be used to grow some of the most exotic magical plants. So, obediently, Ursa relayed the message, excited to give them to his friends and see the results.

For Sala, Ursa bought a book of ancient spells with illustrations of magical symbols. He also purchased a mysterious amulet with strange hieroglyphic inscriptions etched on it. Sala hoped the charm would protect him from the dark forces the boy was sure were lurking in the shadows. Every night, Sala planned to read the book and practice the spells, hoping to become a powerful wizard.

Draco decided to present something to Harry and Ursa. Draco gifted Harry a book of ancient magical spells and incantations. Harry was delighted with the brilliant gift and thanked Draco for his generosity. For Ursa, Draco gave a beautiful crystal ring that shimmered in the light. Ursa was overjoyed by the present, murmuring thanks as he inspected it.

Sala had a few more gifts up his sleeves, eager to give them, even if it meant some got more than one or two. For Harry, he gifted a handmade quilt that he had spent the past few months working on. Harry was overjoyed and tackled Sala in a hug. And then, in typical Harry fashion, he wrapped the quilt around him. Sala remembered his love of blankets, another memory of the orphanage. For Blaise, he gifted a set of woodworking tools as the other boy spoke of wanting to start a woodworking project. Blaise thanked him profusely, clearly shocked to receive much of anything. For Theodore, Sala presented a box of handmade chocolates (with the help of the house elves) as he knew how much Theodore loved sweets. He also gave the boy enchanted art supplies that would bring any drawing he made to life, much like a moving portrait.

Harry then gifted Theodore a golden compass with a map showing the stars and constellations of the night sky. He told Theodore that this compass would always point to true love and happiness. Harry explained that Theodore should use it to find his dreams and follow his heart. Theodore thanked him with a gentle kiss on his cheek as he admired the compass, amazed by its beauty. Sala smirked at the glare Blaise shot at Theodore, but the latter didn't seem to notice.

Besides the matching gold rings Harry gifted Regulus and Sala, he showed them a third box that contained the same ring. He said the rings symbolised the bond between them and the love they shared as brothers.

"You gifted yourself something, Lucien?" Sala asked, chuckling.

"Of course, I'm hardly going to be left out of our bond."

"Brat," Sala muttered affectionately.

"Knob," Harry said without missing a beat.

Sala laughed happily; this really was turning out to be the best day ever.

The rings were engraved with a single word, "brotherhood". Regulus and Sala were both moved to tears, despite Sala joking around.

After that, Harry gave Draco a leather-bound journal with a quill and ink set. He told Draco he could write down his thoughts in the journal. According to Harry, this reminded Draco to never give up on his dreams and always strive for success.

"Thanks, Aurelius," Draco murmured.

Everyone headed back inside the castle, but Regulus, Sala and Harry stayed back. Sala looked up, the stars twinkling against the night sky and the cold winter air brushing against his face. He smiled, remembering the day's events. The joy of exchanging gifts and spending time with friends and family had been a welcome break from the usual daily routine. The boy looked over at Regulus and Harry, both of whom were looking at the twinkling night along with him.

"This day was so long but so pleasant," he began, gently petting his cobra that had finally settled happily against his neck, keen to stay away from the frigid air. He had been out in the cold all day, but the warmth of his reptilian companion had made it bearable. Sala sighed contentedly, knowing he had made the right decision to keep the cobra with him the entire day. He smiled as the cobra hissed softly in agreement.

"It's almost New Years," Regulus said conversationally, pulling his cloak up closer, as he did not have the liberty of a warm serpent around his neck. Harry didn't seem bothered at all, relishing as each stormy wind blew in his face.

"Are we going to have fun on New Years?" Harry asked, sitting down on one of the swings the elves set up for the day, and would likely keep there for the foreseeable future. "Of course!" said Sala, who had joined him on the swings, already pushing himself off the ground with his feet to get the swing moving." There are a lot of games and activities planned for the day, and the elves will be here to help us with whatever we need."

Harry nodded, not bothering to swing as high as Sala as he just moved the swing slowly, his thoughts probably swirling around his head like the hurricane of chaos that he was.

"But we can have our own time as well, right?" Harry asked softly.

"Yes, Lucien," Sala replied, squeezing the boy's hand to calm him when Regulus said thoughtfully. "I reckon I better come up with a nickname too. You heard what Severus said...I don't want you to be in any danger, Harry."

Sala felt a moment of jealousy at Regulus calling the boy what he frequently said in his head, but honestly, Regulus was right. They would need to come up with a name, especially as they would be going to Hogwarts soon.

Regulus began to brainstorm, pacing around the three of them as he did so. His brow furrowed in concentration as he muttered various ideas to himself, none of which seemed quite right. Sala and Harry watched him, waiting patiently for him to devise something that would work. After what felt like an eternity, Regulus finally stopped and looked at Harry, a smile on his face.

"Hmmm, how about Lulu?" he said after a few seconds of silence, contemplating if it was a good suggestion.

Sala snorted, shaking his head. "No, that's too girly," he groaned, grinning at Harry's silent protest.

Regulus thought for a few more minutes before his face lit up. "Ah! I've got it," he said, and Sala and Harry leaned in closer in anticipation. "Your nickname will be... Lui!" He said, and Harry almost leapt out of his seat in excitement. "That's perfect!" He cried, and Sala nodded in agreement, his heart fluttering at Harry's smile. "It is," he said, giving Regulus a thankful smile.

"I like it," Harry said. "It's excellent."

Regulus grinned, obviously pleased with himself. "All right, then. From now on, your name will be Lui."

The boys laughed, and Sala felt a warmth in his chest.

"But where did you come up with it?" Harry asked, and Sala decided not to point out the obvious, giving the reigns over to Regulus, who was older and smarter with tact.

Regulus shrugged, smiling. "Well," he said, "Your full name is Aurelius Lucien, and it's such a strong name. But I thought it could be softened a bit, and LUI is the last few letters of your name!" Harry grinned and thanked Regulus for the nickname while Sala just watched the two of them, feeling a warm rush of emotion in his heart. He was so lucky to have such thoughtful and creative friends. "Though you realise, right? If you used all the last letters of my name, it would be Luis, not Lui."

Sala sighed again while Regulus pouted. "Lui or Luis is still a perfectly formed name!"

"Actually, you're both wrong." Sala said as he mouthed Harry's name in his mind, it would be Liu or Lius, but I like Lui or Luis better."

Regulus and Harry groaned this time in exasperation, but Sala wasn't sorry one bit.

"Mine is better, and my nickname it shall be!" Regulus crowed.

Harry laughed full out, and for some reason, Sala was annoyed that Regulus had been the one to make Harry laugh so heartily and not him. What was wrong with him?

Feeling suddenly not as happy as before, he got off the swings, dusting himself off, though he knew there not to be a single speck on him.

"Hey, let's get to sleep, yeah?" He suggested, not looking at either of them.

They all agreed and returned to the castle, Sala walking just the slightest bit faster, waving goodbye without saying goodnight properly.

He should have known Harry wouldn't fall for it.

Within minutes of him getting into his room and halfway into his pyjamas, the door opened, and an unrepentant Harry stood there.

"What, Potter," Sala growled, turning away from him.

"I think you mean, Zabini," Harry said, going for a soft tone and moving towards him to face him.

Sala huffed and crossed his arms over his lanky chest, which Harry took into his own soft hands, and, instead, wrapped them around his back and pulled Sala towards him.

"Do I need to take your fourth kiss too, or are you willing to behave?" Harry asked so nonchalantly that Sala laughed.

"Let's just go to sleep, alright. And I'm staying with you; you can't say no," Harry told him, hugging him quickly before getting undressed, putting on the same soft pyjamas Lysandra had given him a while ago. In equal measure, Sala took his from the drawer, as Harry had never asked for it back, and put them on before slowly joining Harry on the bed, turning to look at him.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, closing his eyes so he didn't have to look at the eyes he had called captivating only days before.

"Sometimes I get a little crazy, okay?"

Sala really didn't want to get into all the strange intricacies of what Harry made him feel on a daily basis. The emotions he felt were so varied he could not even put them into words: angry, sad, jealous, happy, loving, welcoming, annoyed, thrill, excitement, incredible, and so many more that he couldn't even think of them.

"You're okay, Zahar," Harry murmured softly, pulling a loose strand away from Sala's face that had fallen from the perfect hair he had made for that day.

"I think you mean, Black-Malfoy." Sala joked, reminiscent of how Harry had responded to him only minutes before.

Harry laughed.

"Love you, cheeky brat," Sala said, closing his eyes again and curling a small palm around Harry's.

"Love you too, Knob."

On New Year's Eve, everyone was bumbling about, getting ready for their trip. As a treat, and because Harry had wished to see it, all the four families prepared to go to Big Ben to watch the fireworks as the clock struck midnight. There was a lot of excitement among Blaise, Regulus, Sala, Harry, Theodore, Draco, and Ursa about visiting Big Ben. It was a busy time at the castle as the kids helped Narcissa, Isabella, Severus, and Remus prepare for the trip. The Black-Malfoys, the Blacks, the Zabinis, Severus and Remus, and Theodore were all going. Packing, getting dressed and ensuring they had all the items they needed for the occasion occupied everyone's time as they tried to arrange everything and get ready for the event. It was not long before they were all ready to go. Each Adult took one or two kids and apparated them to the apparition point a bit away from the main area, where an Auror and some other people dressed for the occasion were waving other Wizards and Witches in the right direction.

The four families arrived at Big Ben with plenty of time to spare. The festival bustled with people, music, and laughter. Blaise, Regulus, Sala, Harry, Theodore, Draco, and Ursa all raced around in excitement, taking in the sights and sounds of the festival. Narcissa, the Duchessa, Remus, and Severus were there too, ensuring the children stayed out of trouble and didn't get lost in the crowd.

Everyone mingled and enjoyed the large festival, a prelude to the main event, which was witnessing the beautiful fireworks set off just as the clock struck midnight. So now, it was just a waiting game, and people were swarming around, waiting for the real fun to begin.

Sala knew Harry was overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the bustling festival as he walked with his friends. Subtly, he held the boy's hand and squeezed if he thought the boy was scared, even momentarily. Though Sala wasn't sure if his fear was of big crowds or Muggles in general. If he ever had the chance, he'd ask. The smell of food and drink filled the air, and the laughter and music of the people made it feel alive. He looked around, taking in the decorations, colourful lights, and Big Ben's grandeur looming in the distance. With Draco and Blaise in tow, the group made their way to the viewing area, where they could see the fireworks best.

Theodore and Blaise ran off to explore the festival while Ursa perched atop Regulus' shoulders to get a better view. Sala and Harry enthusiastically followed the others, with Regulus balancing Ursa as he, too, followed them. Narcissa, Isabella, Remus, and Severus found a spot to settle in and watch. Harry noticed how Severus and Remus exchanged glances, making him smile.

The atmosphere was electric as everyone waited for the fireworks to begin. The clock struck midnight, and the sky exploded with light. Multi-coloured rockets soared into the sky, bursting into intricate patterns and shapes. Harry gasped in delight at the magnificent show, which made Sala happy. He also found himself enamoured with the sight above him and leaned back against the stands to hold him up. He could see Regulus, with Ursa still on his shoulders, bouncing in excitement while Blaise and Theodore were equally enthralled. Draco was clapping and laughing as the fireworks continued to dazzle the crowd. The fireworks spelt out stories, with each one telling a different tale. Harry, Sala, and Regulus watched in awe as the fireworks shifted, changing like a living painting in the sky. They laughed as a giant dragon flew across the sky, followed by a princess on a white horse and a knight in shining armour. They could barely keep their eyes open as the fireworks burst with an intensity that shook the ground.

The show lasted for what seemed like hours and ended with a grand finale of cascading fireworks. Everyone was in awe of the spectacular show, and the children wished the night would never finish. As the fireworks ended, they all hugged each other in celebration of the new year and the beautiful memories they had just created. They all resolved to continue to make these kinds of moments happen in the future and to cherish every moment they shared. Sala thought he saw Remus kiss Severus, but when he did a double-take, they very much were not, and he tilted his head to the side, feeling confused.

With the festival and entertainment over and Ursa falling asleep in Narcissa's arms (she really was too nice for her own good), The four families returned home, their hearts filled with the joy and wonder of the evening. They all agreed it was one of the most memorable New Year's Eve they had ever experienced.

Theodore stayed the night, camping out in Blaise's room, and Harry joined in on the sleepover Blaise had turned it into. Sala adamantly did not spy on it and eventually went to his own room to sleep.

Blaise and Theodore talked while Harry listened and laughed about the night's events until they finally fell asleep, content with the world and the people they were surrounded by. They were determined to make the new year even more special than the last. Just as Theodore drifted off, Harry nudged closer to him and gently poked his side to see if the boy was still awake. Theodore grunted at him and turned over to face Harry curiously.

"Hmm?" he asked, not one to talk when half asleep.

"Do you want to move in?" the boy asked carefully.

Over the past four months, Theodore had been spending more and more time there, sometimes sleeping over, and was very reluctant to return home. The young Zabini boy figured that there was something Theodore wasn't saying and wondered, not for the first time, if Theodore had someone taking care of him.

"Yeah," Theo said finally, "That would be great."

No more was said about it, and they started the New Year with many things to look forward to.