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WHEN ANNABETH AWOKE the next morning, she was met with a stack of Christmas presents at the foot of her bed.
To her surprise, Ginny was already half way through opening her own when Annabeth slowly crawled to the end of her bed.
Sirius and Remus had gifted her a excellent set of books entitled Practical Defensive Magic and it's use against the dark arts. Hagrid had gifted her something furry that she couldn't quiet figure out. To her surprise there was also a little black box with a green bow around it and a tag that said 'from D.M.'
The brunette felt how her heart started beating faster and she gluped before she slowly pulled the green bow open.
Opening the black box, she revealed a golden ring with a rubin in it's middle.
The brunette gasped quietly while she eyed the ring closely. On the back of the tag was something written.
Annabeth turned the tag and read slowly, 'Annabeth— I hope that you have Merry Christmas. Lucky for you, break is almost over— so you don't have to miss me too much. See you soon, Draco.'
Annabeth scoffed loudly while she rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile to herself while she pulled the ring into her finger.
The brunette eyes it for a moment and then turned to her presents once more, but before she could open anything else, the doors to her room burst open and revealed Ron and Harry, who stumbled inside.
"Good haul this year—", Ron smiled at them while the boys sat down on their bed.
With a loud crack Fred and George suddenly materialized at the foot of Annabeth's bed.
George beamed at them, "Merry Christmas!" His smile then disappeared, "Don't go downstairs for a bit."
"Why not?", Ron frowned at them.
"Mum's crying again— Percy sent back his Christmas jumper." Fred answered them heavily. "Without a note. Hasn't asked how Dad is or visited him or anything." George continued. "We tried to comfort her— told her Percy's nothing more than a humungous pile of rat droppings."
