meant to be (1)

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Once the holidays had started, Ron, Harry and I were having too good a time to think much about Flamel. All the girls had gone home and Ron and Harry had their dormitory to themselves, so I decided to sleep there during the holidays.

The common room also was far emptier than usual, so we were able to get the good armchairs by the fire.

We sat by the hour eating anything we could spear on a toasting fork - bread, crumpets, marshmallows - and plotting ways of getting Malfoy expelled, which were fun to talk about even if they wouldn't work.

Ron also started teaching Harry wizard chess, which was exactly like Muggle chess except that the figures were alive, while I was spending a lot of time with the twins and Mason.

On Christmas Eve I went to bed being very excited, and woke up being even more excited.

"HARRY! RON! WAKE UP! IT'S CHRISTMAS!" I said while throwing my pillows at them.

"Happy Christmas" said Ron sleepily as Harry scrambled out of bes and pulled on his dressing-gown.

"Happy Christmas" said Harry as well. "Will you look at this? I've got some presents!"

While Harry was still goggling at his presents, being to shocked to open them, I had already started opening mine.

My parents got me a new pair of golden earrings, which i directly put on and also sent me some homemade biscuits. Harry and Ron also got some. Mason gifted me a picture of him and me when we were little. Hermione had written me a really sweet letter in the inside of a book, which I was already looking forward to read. Ron got me an enormous bag of liquorice wands which probably will last me a month.

"Harry you idiot" I said as I opened his gift. It was a white t-shirt and had "I ♡︎ Harry Potter" written on it.

"Now it's official that you love me, Jules" he said smirking.

"No, I don't" I said as I threw the t-shirt right into his face. He threw it back to me and we started focusing on our other gifts.

"I think I know who that one's from" said Ron going a bit pink and pointing to very lumpy parcel which was laying with Harrys presents. "My mum. I told her you didn't expect any presents and - oh no" he groanded "she's made you a Weasley jumper. I think you've got one as well, Julie"

I opened the next gift and pulled out a thick, hand-knitted sweater with a big "J" on it. It was blue and matched my eyes perfectly. Ginny made me a pink hand-made Christmas card which was also in the parcel.

"Every year she makes us a jumper" said Ron unwrapping his own. "and mine's always maroon."

After I opened the last gift, which was from my grandparents and contained a matching bracelet to the earrings, I had no gifts left and watched the boys as they were opening their gifts while putting my Sweater on. I made a mental note to myself to write letters to my parents, grandparents and Mrs Weasley to thank them for the gifts.

Harry umpacked his last gift and something fluid and silvery grey went slithering to the floor, where it lay in gleaming folds. Ron and I gasped at the same time.

"I've heard about these" said Ron in a hushed voice, dropping the box of Every-Flavour Beans he'd got from Hermione. "If that's what I think it is - they're really rare and really valuable."

"What is it?" Harry asked as he picked the shining, silvery cloth of the floor.

"It's an Invisibility Cloak!" I said. "Try it on."

Harry threw the Cloak around his shoulder and Ron gave a yell.

"It is! Look down!"

Harry had completely disappeared, except for his head and looked very shocked when he realized.

"There's a note!" said Ron suddenly. "A note fell out of it!"

Harry pulled off the Cloak and seized the letter. I walked over to him and looked what was written in the note.

Your father left this in my possession before he died.
It is time it was returned to you.
Use it well.

     A Very Merry Christmas to you

"I'd give anything for one of these" said Ron. "Anything."

"What's the matter?" I asked as I looked at Harry who looked very confused.

"Nothing" he said, but I could tell that he was lying. I would have asked again, but the door flung open and Fred, George and Mason bounded in.

"Merry Christmas!"

"Hey look - Harry and Julie got Weasley jumper, too" Fred and George were wearing blue jumpers,  which were slightly darker than mine, with a large yellow 'F' and 'G'. Mason was wearing a turquoise one.

"Yours are better than ours though." Fred said. "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."

"Why aren't you wearing yours Ron?" George demanded. "Come on, get it on, they're lovely and warm."

"I hate maroon" Ron moaned half-heartedly as he pulled it over his head.

"Aww, Ronnie doesn't like maroon" I teased and Ron gave me a warning look, when Fred and George started chuckling.

"You haven't gotten a letter on yours" George observed. "I suppose she thinks we don't know our name. But we're not stupid, we know we're called Gred and Feorge."

"What's all this noise?" Percy Weasley stuck his head trough the door, looking disapproving. He had clearly come halfway trough unwrapping his present as he, too, carried a lumpy jumper over his arm, which Fred seized.

"P for prefect! Get it on, Percy, come on, we're all wearing ours, even Harry,Julie and Mason got one."

"I - don't - want" said Percy thickly, as the twins forced the jumper over his head, knocking his glasses askew.

"And you're not sitting with the Prefects, either," said George. "Christmas is a time for family."

They frog-marched Percy from the room, his arms pressed to his sided by his jumper.