Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 81

"Happy Christmas!" Lucy hugged her brother tightly.

"Happy Christmas," Harry smiled, kissing her cheek.

"There's our girl!" Sirius laughed, picking Lucy up and spinning her around, "how're you doing kid?"

"Good," Lucy grinned as he put her down, "happy Christmas."

"Hey, Luce," Remus said, "doing ok?"

"Doing ok," Lucy affirmed, hugging him.

"Where's Sawyer?" Harry asked.

"He ran out to get some groceries, he'll be back in a bit," Lucy said.

"I'm surprised you didn't go with him," Sirius teased, "you two are always attached at the hip."

"Aberforth doesn't like me going out anymore," Lucy frowned, "says it's too dangerous."

"Hate to say it but I agree," Remus said, "we don't like Harry leaving the house nowadays, you never know who's loyalty lies with Voldemort."

"It's Christmas," Harry shook his head, "we don't need to talk about war."

"Let's go inside," Lucy said, leading them to the bar, "since the pub is closed we figured we'd have Christmas in here this year, there's more room."

"When are the Weasley's coming?" Harry asked.

"In about an hour," Lucy replied.

"Happy Christmas!" Abe said, carrying a huge platter of biscuits into the room, "how're you lot doing?"

"We're doing great," Remus said, "thanks again for inviting us, Aberforth."

"Of course, you're family now," Abe smiled, "come in and make yourselves comfortable, I'm just finishing up cooking, we'll eat when the Weasley clan is here."

Sirius took his bag off his back, placing it on top of one of the tables.

"I have the desserts in here," he said, unloading it, "Remus made a vat of hot chocolate, and there's a cake somewhere in here...got it."

"Remus made hot chocolate!" Lucy's face lit up, "I love you guys so much."

Remus laughed, reaching out to ruffle Lucy's hair as he talked to Aberforth.

"Lucy," Harry gestured her over into a corner, "come here."

"What?" Lucy asked, following him.

"Who's that?" Harry asked pointing to where you could vaguely see a boy in the back kitchen, taking a pan out of the store.

"That's Draco," Lucy laughed.

"Malfoy?" Harry's eyes widened, "that's not Draco Malfoy."

Lucy rolled her eyes with a laugh.

"Draco!" She called.

He took off his oven mitten and walked over.

"What do you need? I need to make sure everything is perfect, you're ruining my vibe."

"Never mind, that's definitely Draco Malfoy," Harry concluded.

He stood just an inch or two taller than Harry with cropped chocolate hair, tanned skin and dark eyes.

"What's with the glamour charm?" Harry asked.

"So nobody knows I'm staying here," Draco said, "I don't need more of the redheaded wonders knowing where I live. If anyone asks, I'm Dylan Grey and I'm the son of Abe's good friend."