Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
•───────•°•❀•°•───────• Harry has been having dreams, he has dreams about a strange place with many orbs, shelves and shelves of special glowing orbs. During those dreams he sees Arthur getting attacked but it felt like he was e one attacking him. He was sent to Dumbledore's office immediately but even if he was close he was still ignoring him. But at last he spoke to Harry and sent him to snaps to train Harry to control his own mind and keep Voldemort away from his mind. •───────•°•❀•°•───────•
Christmas has finally came around, the main four decided to spend their Christmas vacation at the Order. A small Santa was flying in his sled saying 'merry Christmas, Ho,Ho,Ho!' "Here we go!" Mrs Weasley said. "Daddy's back!" She said everyone then started clapping. "Sit down everybody sit down! That's it, Now presents!" She said happily passing out the wrapped presents around. Almost everyone has gotten the famous Weasley sweaters and scarfs. "A nice big box for Ron!" Says Arthur. Molly then mixes Fred and George's gift playfully then giving it to them. "Oh open the presents I want to see all of your faces!" Y/N sees Hermione looking at Ron, she elbows her softly and gives her a smirk while Hermione gently slaps her arm. "Here you Y/N! Merry Christmas." Molly smiles and gives her a gift. As she opens it it's a beautiful winter beanie with a cute Pompom on top. She smiles very widely. "Thank you Mrs. Weasley I love it!" Harry then walked in the room.
"Oh Harry! Harry! There you are!" Molly says giving Harry his gift. "Happy Christmas." "Thank you." "Lovely to have you with us." Harry saw his godfather leaning at the doorframe and gave him a smile. "A toast! A Christmas Toast to Mr. Harry Potter without whom I would not be here." Everyone raises their glass. "Harry.." "Harry." Everyone shouted. A last minute Harry had been shouted by Sirius giving him a wink.
As the trio Ron, Y/N, and Hermione go downstairs they talk about all the sweaters his mother has knitted. Harry had stopped at a room with bright green wallpaper, as he walked in he heard a noise. "Nasty brat, standing there as bold as brass. Harry Potter, the boy who stopped the Dark Lord, Friend of Mudbloods and Blood-Traitors alike. If my poor mistress only knew-" "Kreacher!" A voice interrupted. Harry looked up to see Sirius. "That's enough of your bile. Away with you!" He yells. "Of course master. Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black." He says as he walks away.
"Sorry about that. He never was very pleasant even when I was a boy. Not to me, anyway." Harry looked at the walls a bit closer and connected all the dots "what, you grew up here?" Harry asked. "This is my parents house, I offered it to Dumbledore as headquarters for the order. About the only useful thing I've been able to do." As Sirius walks over he remembers flashbacks from his childhood and teenage years looking at the Burnt wallpaper. "This is the Black Family tree, My deranged cousin. I hated the lot of them. My parents with their Pure-blood mania." He points at a burr spot in the wallpaper with his name on it. "My mother did that after I ran away. Charming woman... I was 16."
