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IT WAS NOW Christmas morning, and Marina was spending the holidays at Grimmauld Twelve Place. Her father was now at home safe and sound, with a bandage on his head. As Marina ran down the stairs on Christmas morning, she came to see the rest of her siblings, Lupin, Sirius, and Toula at the golden Christmas tree.
"Good morning kori (daughter)!" Toula said kissing Marina's forehead. "Come open your gifts!"
"Yes! Thanks for the new broom compass Toula. Thanks as well Granger for the journal." Marina said looking at her new compass and study journal.
Potter had given her an copy of "Advanced Transfiguration", Mum and Dad gave her their usual treats and Weasley sweater, Sirius and Toula gave her some new clothes, and Lupin had given Marina a set of excellent books entitled Intermediate Transfiguration, which was for young people studying Transfiguration. Which had superb, moving color illustrations of all the vanishments it described. Marina flicked through the first volume eagerly; she could see it was going to be fun to practice. Hagrid had sent a furry brown purse that had fangs, which were presumably supposed to be an antitheft device, but unfortunately prevented Marina putting any money in without her his fingers ripped off.
Tonks's present was a small kit of Zonkos Ultimate Prankster Kit; Ron had given her an enormous box of Every Flavor Beans; and Winky, had given her pot of red tulips.
"Wait where are you going?" Marina asked, referring to Toula putting on her jacket.
"I'm going to see my mother, sister, and her daughter." Toula told her, sadly, her wonderful father had died during the first wizarding war.
"I hope it isn't too far from here." Marina said.
Toula laughed. "No my love, it is next door. Sirius and I have been neighbors since we were twelve years old."
"Can I meet your family then?" Marina asked excited.
"Well alright. My older sister, Ambrosia, has a twenty year old daughter that teaches at Asteria, which is a all-witch school all the way in Athens,Greece." Toula explained as the two females walked outside of the dark home and stepped forward in front of a large glass door.
"I bet it's wonderful." Marina said imagining the school.
"It is," Toula sighed, "the uniforms are peplos. You learn to become an animagus, play what Muggles call Ancient Greek Olympics, and learn to fight with your hands."
"So your an animagus?!" shrieked Marina.
Toula smiled sadly. "Unfortunately no I am not. I didn't get the chance to, I was very upset that didn't. We moved to here when I was twelve, so I transferred to Hogwarts."
"Maybe you can go one day." Marina smiled.
"Maybe. But, I don't want to go back to Greece. My life is here now, plus I would too attached to Greece and would never come back." Toula explained.
Suddenly the glass door was opened by a freckled girl with brown skin and bushy black hair.
"Auntie Toula!" laughed a Greek feminine accent as she hugged Toula.
"Merry Christmas Diana." Toula smiled as the brown girl, who turned to Marina.
"Hi I'm Diana Labropoulos-Rossi! Nice to meet you!" Diana said shaking Marina's hand.
"Hey, I'm Marina Weasley. I'm Toula's..."
"Daughter figure. She is Delizia Weasley's birth daughter." Toula added.
Diana gasped. "Wow! Y'know, I saw your mother around campus once or twice, but I was a little girl I saw her. She went to school in Greece since Italy doesn't have wizarding schools."
Another woman, who was much lighter and taller than Diana, appeared at the glass door with an lanky woman with grayish-red hair. It seemed like all the Labropoulos women were all very tall and thin.
"Hey Toula, want go jump in the lake after tea?" The middle aged woman winked.
Toula smiled. "Your so crazy Ambrosia."
"Who's your little friend?" Ambrosia asked.
"Marina Weasley...wait a minute...I know you!" Marina shrieked, "Your Ambrosia Labropoulos-Rossi. My friend Lavender told me that you were on all the 1970s editions of Witch Weekly!"
"Yes, I was a very famous model for Witch Weekly back in the day. Anyways," Ambrosia turned to the house, "Mama! Fatoula is here!"
An stunning elderly woman with long greyish red hair and bright blue aqua eyes appeared at the door. The woman kissed Toula's and Marina's head.
"Toula, my wonderful girl, I've missed you. Your so busy nowadays." smiled the woman.
"Mama, I visit you everyday." Toula laughed.
Diana smiled. "Yiayia (grandmother), This is..."
"I know who she is, Diana." mumbled the woman kindly. "Marina Delizia Weasley I believe...your birth mama was a lovely woman. You look like her, except you have your father's red hair. Y'know...she was the greatest woman I knew...won the Asteria Sport Olympics medal, first place, five year in a row. I cry when she die. Anyway, come have some pastry. I make for everyone."
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ANOTHER NIGHTMARE appeared in Marina's dreams on that night. Like usual, her nightmare had Feni Greyback starring in it. As she woke with a fright at dawn, Marina groaned as she remembered her horrid dream.
"Marina...are you okay? You looked like you were about to vomit in your sleep." Hermione whispered beside an snoring Ginny.
"I'm fine..." Marina smiled, "I'm just going to get some water."
"Alright then. Good night." Hermione yawned as she fell back to sleep.
Marina then walked out of her room and to the kitchen to see someone already in there.
And of course, it was Potter.
"What are you doing up?" Harry asked in a whisper putting his glass of water down.
"Couldn't sleep. I'm just going to get water."
"I'll get it for you."
"It's fine. Accio." Marina casted, and a glass of water came into her hands.
The two then awkwardly drank their glasses in silence, wondering what they each had dreamed of.
"Good night." Marina whispered as she turned to the direction of her room.
"I'll walk you there," Harry mumbled. Marina didn't reply.
Harry and Marina then walked up Marina's door. Awkwardly standing very close together.
"See you around moron." Marina whispered, punched his arm, and walked back into her room.
Harry then stood there like an idiot, rubbing his arm.
