The Potter Lost In A Hurricane

22. A guest in the spirit of Christmas

POV HAZEL

Almost nobody was staying at Hogwarts for Christmas. I heard only six kids were staying. One of them being Draco Malfoy.

"I almost feel bad for him," Hermione said as we sat down in our compartment on the train back to Kings Cross. "He's the only Slytherin staying at Hogwarts."

"Mione, he's a monster," Ron said through a mouthful of candy beans, "You don't need to be sorry for him."

"I do feel bad for him, I think," Harry said quietly, "His parents in Azkaban, he's spending the holiday alone, and he has no clue he's a half-blood. He barely has friends at Hogwarts like it is."

"Well, it is more dangerous when you find out," Percy said. "Speaking of, Ron does your house have any protection spells?"

"Not anymore," Ginny answered. "After people started trying to kill Harry so much, and the war ended,  Mum just stopped updating them."

"We'll just add some when we can sneak off," Annabeth said, "What's a little extra protection going to do?"

Mrs. Weasley had picked them up at Kings Cross to take them to the burrow. Three of Ron and Ginny's older brothers would be coming back home to celebrate, meaning it would be cramped but were still welcome to stay. Bill had decided to stay home with his wife, especially because of the full moon's effect on the werewolf scars he had. Harry and Percy looked secretly relieved, it would be their first Christmas together in years. Girls would be in Ginny's room, with the boys in Ron's just like summer. It felt wonderful to be invited back.

Christmas eve came and went, allowing for Christmas to be a real celebration. The Weasleys had even gotten us gifts. Annabeth, Percy, and I got little knitted monogrammed scarfs from Mrs. and Mr. Weasley. George, who ran a joke shop, gave me a rubber wand and a mini cauldron. Harry had gotten me paints that become matte, gloss, finish, or base depending on what the painter wanted. It was a one of my best Christmases. The other Weasley boys that were there, Charlie, Bill, and Percy, all came together and had got me some wizard candies.

Dinner was outside. Hermione and Annabeth had been testing how to climate control as they do at camp half-blood in winter. It worked spectacularly. Everyone was able to enjoy the mean in the natural beauty of the snow all around the Weasley house.

After the dishes from supper were spelled to be cleaned and washed, and Bill and Fleur left for the evening, Hermione had set up some muggle Christmas music on a phonograph. Percy, Annabeth, Harry, and Hermione knew all the words. Me and the rest of the wizards were as clueless as ever. But they were catchy.

"You've never heard of Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer?" Harry exclaimed when I couldn't sing the echos along with everyone who was not raised my muggles and a very enthusiastic Mr. Weasley.

"After my time," I explained getting puzzled looks from the older Weasleys. "Who knew there would be so many Christmas songs. Back in Louisiana, jazz players would march down the streets, playing their trumpets and beating their drums, and we would try and join in by dancing. Once, me and Sammy-"

I was interrupted by a flashing rainbow in front of me. It blinked with my name and a small slot that said in greek, 'insert here'.

"Hazel?" Percy said quickly. "Answer it."

"Be careful," Charlie stated to the room, taking out his wand and subconsciously moving Ron and Percy Weasley behind him. "Could be dangerous." Percy took out his wand from behind Charlie, pushing Ron behind him aiming to protect his younger sibling.

"Hey, Hazel Levesque, one drachma, please" the voice of Fleecy the cloud nymph was heard clear as day.

"Percy, Annabeth, do you have one?" I asked searching my pockets.