Chapter 8: Christmas break

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"Harry it's time to get up!" I shook him up.

He had fallen asleep on my couch. We were just hanging out and chatting from be being so bored.

"Hmm?!" He opened his eyes.

"Today we go home for Christmas...come'n I'll walk you to the common room."

I had already gotten dressed in some jeans,a grey T-shirt,Tom flats and a grey north face jacket.

"Yeah okay!" He hopped up from the couch.

We walked down the corridors. Harry looked tired. He still had black circles under his eyes.

I was really worried about him but I still knew he was okay.

"Harry are you tired?" I asked.

"Yeah,a bit." He yawned.

"Hmm."

We walked into the gryffindor common room.

I sat down on the couch next Hermione who was zipping her suitcase.

"Staying at the Weasley's? I asked.

She smiled and nodded her head.

"Yeah!"

"Cool." I replied.

Harry and Ron came down the stairs followed by Ginny.

"Let's go!" Ron said.

It was a cheerful day for some reason.

It was nice.

We walked to the carriages that carried us to the train.

Once we were in the train we got in different compartments.

Me and Hermione sat in one compartment and Harry and Ron in another.

Hermione was very mad at Ron for...I guess snogging Lavender Brown.

"How mad are you?"

"Mad?"

"Yeah! Aren't you mad at Ron?"

"I dunno." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Well alright but I think your mad!"

"Ha! Ha!" She giggled.

"Did you here 'bout Harry kissing Ginny?" I asked Hermione.

"What?! They kissed?!"

"Yep!" I laughed at her reaction.

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When we got to the Weasley's house me and Hermione unpacked in the room we shared before the beginning of the school year.

We stumbled down the stairs when we were finished unpacking.

"Four days till Christmas." Hermione said sitting in a hair in the den.

"Yep!" I cheered.

"I'm doing Christmas shopping tomorrow...wanna come 'mione?" I asked the bushy hair girl.

"Sure!" She kept eying Ron.

"Oh love!" I sighed.

"Huh?" Hermione mumbled snapping her head up from her daydream.

"Love!" I repeated for her.

"Love?"

"Ha! Ha! Yeah!" I smiled at her.

"I assure you I am not in love!" She said seriously.

"Sure you aren't!" I laughed.

"I'm also sure he likes you back." I got up from my seat.

"Who?" She asked clueless.

"Hmm." I winked at her.

~~

It was Christmas Eve night and me and Hermione were lying in our beds.

"Hey Hermione..." I began.

"Yeah?"

"Are you happy about tomorrow?"

"I guess."

"Yeah." I closed my eyes.

The next morning I woke up to Harry Ron and Hermione shaking me awake.

"It's Christmas! It's Christmas they cheered.

"I'm getting up!" I leaped up and threw my robe around me.

We ran all the way downstairs where Ginny,Fred,George,mrs.Weasley and mr.Weasley were sitting in the den next to the Christmas tree.

"Merry Christmas!" They greeted the 4 if us.

"Merry Christmas!" We greeted back.

We sat down in chairs and on the floor.

"Here!" Harry handed me an present.

"Here!" I gave him his.

We kept exchanging gifts until there were none left under the tree.

Later we ate dinner and life was nice...

~~

The next night I was chatting with Hermione while everyone else was getting ready for bed in there own rooms.

There was a clash! Then a bang!

We ran downstairs with our pjs on.

It was death eaters!

Tonks and Remus had stayed for dinner so they were there to help.

"I killed Sirius Black!" A women death eater with crazy black hair and a black dress chanted.

"I killed Sirius Black!" She kept repeating.

I looked at Harry who was angry and tense. For Sirius Black was his Godfather.

Harry finally ran.

"HARRY!!!" Me,Ginny and Remus screamed.

Then Ginny ran after him.

I to ran after my nephew.

"Harry!" Everyone kept calling.

"Harry!" I was so confused out there in that wet grassy land.

"Harry!" A spark of red shot out in front of me.

"Stupefy!" I pointed my wand in the direction it came in.

Soon we all met in the middle of the pond.

"Stupefy!" Mr.Weasley shot.

None of our spells hit our targets.

Soon the death eaters left us there.

"Harry!"

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