Summary: Harry, heavy with the summer's grief and his future's burden, begins his final year at Hogwarts. He will hide something from his two best friends, but he isn't the only one keeping secrets; there's a mysterious organization on the rise, and Hogwarts is under fire from the public. The truth about the past will be revealed, while secrets of the present are hidden, and Harry must struggle to find his own sense of morality, all while knowing that his destiny is to kill. SEQUEL to Harry's Sixth Year.
This story is PRE-HBP
Categories: General Fics Characters: None
Warnings: Character Death, Violence
Challenges: Series: None
Chapters: 41
Completed: Yes
Word count: 112805
Read: 164939
Published: 02/26/05
Updated: 09/14/06
Chapter 31: The Special Times by GringottsVault711
Chapter 31: The Special Times
As Christmas approached, much of the wizarding world still remained grim due to harsh, biting winds and an uninterrupted flow of news concerning the war. Even at Grimmauld Place, where the decorations were vibrant and plentiful, the gloom settled in. Despite both the engagement announcement and expected addition to the Weasley family, it was the first Christmas without Arthur or Ginny, as was it painfully close to the first anniversary of the night Arthur was murdered. And for Katie, it was the first Christmas without her mum.
Most of the inhabitants of the house were prone to fits of despondency, but at one time or another there was someone determined to keep everyone in good spirits, and so the magic of the holiday season was not entirely lost.
The day before Christmas Eve, Mrs Weasley announced she had arranged for them to stay at the Burrow for the next two days. The news was received with mixed feelings â“ the Weasley family certainly missed their home, but it also held many reminders of what was lost and how it was taken. Mostly, though, everyone seemed very joyous about visiting the Burrow for Christmas, and it was in an almost euphoric mood that Harry visited Diagon Alley with Katie so they could finish the last of their Christmas shopping.
The shop lined streets were not as busy as they usually were during the holidays, but were certainly more lively than they had been as of recent. There was an obvious presence of Ministry officials and Aurors, looking carefully up and down the streets as though they were ready to draw their wands at the slightest sign of trouble. But ther was also the refreshing sight of excited children and the merry sounds of rosy-cheeked young witches and top hat donned wizards singing Christmas carols
The rooftops were covered in freshly fallen snow, and the cobblestone streets were lined with icicle laden Christmas trees, inhabited with glowing faeries and adorned with glittering golden baubles.
âMistletoe,â Harry said, pointing just above Katieâs head.
âReally? â“â Katie made to glance upwards, but Harry caught her lips first and drew her body close to him. Her warmth was comforting in the cold air. Harry heard a small girlâs giggle amidst the wind that whistled passed his ears.
âMmmm,â Katie sighed, pulling back an inch, her eyes still closed, and adding reluctantly, âWe have shoppingâŚâ
âJust Hermione left,â Harry said, leaning his face towards her again âWeâll get her a book. Easy.â
âWhat about Siobhan?â Katie asked, stiffening only slightly as she forced the name past her lips. âSheâll be coming to the Burrow, along with HermioneâŚâ
âOh,â Harry said uncomfortably, blinking in surprise; âUm, yeah â“ I should get her a gift, too, I sâpose.â
âWhat are you going to get her?â Katie asked casually.
âEr â“ I think we could get her something at Flourish and Blotts, while we get Hermioneâs gift. She â“ likes to read.â
âAlright â“ thatâs our last stop then,â Katie said. âAnd then I guess we can stop at the Leaky Cauldron for a drink â“ wait, I donât see any mistletoeâŚâ
Harry only grinned mischievously before tugging her hand as he headed for the bookshop.
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The Weasley family, along with Harry and Katie, arrived at the Burrow late-morning on Christmas Eve; they were accompanied â“ as was usual â“ by Order guards.
They found the house already decorated, sparkling coloured lights wrapped around it from the foundation to the highest floor, as though it were an odd sort of Christmas tree. Once inside, they picked up scents of cinnamon and nutmeg which lead them into the kitchen, which was all set for Mrs Weasley to start cooking.
âI came earlier to make some preparations,â Mrs Weasley told them.
âI came, too,â Fleur said happily. âTo âelp.â
âYes, dear,â Mrs Weasley said distractedly, as she began racing around, looking overwhelmed at the joy of getting to cook in her own kitchen again. She reassured the others that she needed no assistance, but would call if she did, and so they left the kitchen to amble about the rest of the house.
Thought Katie wasnât behaving fussed about the impending arrival of Siobhan, throughout the day Harry had developed a nervous habit of glancing at his watch every few minutes and then peering in the general direction of the front door. It wasnât until the hour hand reached the âfiveâ that there was a knock on the door, and Mrs Weasley rushed to greet Hermione and Siobhan.
âHermione, dear â“ how lovely to see you! How are your mum and dad?â
âTheyâre doing fine, Mrs Weasley,â Hermione said with a broad smile.
âAnd â“ this must be SiobhanâŚâ Mrs Weasley said, turning to the red-headed girl who was standing, obviously a little uncomfortable
âYes,â Siobhan said awkwardly, and her glance drifted to Harry as though he could give her a hint of what to say next. âUm⌠Itâs lovely to meet you, finally. Harryâs told me so much about you.â
âHas he, now?â Mrs Weasley said happily, and her eyes also danced quickly in Harryâs direction. âNothing bad, I hope.â
âNo, of course not,â Siobhan answered.
âWell, I have to get back to the kitchen⌠I have a whole batch of mince pies to make for tonightâŚâ
âDo you need some help?â Hermione asked automatically.
âNo, dear, you just relax with the othersâŚâ Mrs Weasley answered, before returning attention to her cooking and baking, leaving everyone in a slightly uncomfortable silence as looks were shared between Siobhan and Katie.
âItâs nice to see you again, Katie,â Siobhan said first, earning an appraising eye from Katie, who finally gave a reluctant huff.
âYou too, Siobhan,â she said, with a rather sincere (but very small) smile.
After a few hours, everyone had settled into the sitting room, where they sat rather quietly. Harry noticed a few people â“ Katie, Ron and Charlie included â“ looking rather distant, as though recalling memories of their loved ones long lost. Even still, everyone seemed rather peaceful, and Harry closed his eyes as the sounds of carols floated softly across the room from the wireless and the scents of Mrs Weasleyâs baking filled his senses. It was a rare, treasurable moment of calm for all of them, and it rocked them to sleep right in front of the flickering flames of the brick lined hearth.
The next morning, they all woke up looking rather ragged, having slept in their clothes and in less than comfortable positions. Only Hermione had bothered to change before going to sleep, and was dressed in blue pyjamas and a red jumper. Weasley had joined them, and was seated in Mr Weasleyâs old armchair, curled up with her head bobbing over the side of her shoulder.
Charlie, Ron, Bill and, surprisingly, Fleur were snoring, while Fred and George were already up, sorting through the gifts that were jumbled together underneath the tree.
Harry shook Katie awake, and her eyes opened slowly with an accompanying yawn.
âMerry Christmas,â Harry said with a grin.
âMerry Christmas,â she replied sleepily, laying a kiss on his cheek.
âHere Katie,â Fred said, tossing a package towards them, âthis oneâs yours.â
They all began tearing into the presents. Harry opened a few to find a new hand-knit sweater â“ dark green with a âHâ on it â“ from Mrs Weasley, a bottle of Reâem blood from Hermione (âFor physical strength,â she told him), and a bag of Weasleysâ Wizard Wheezes products from Fred and George. As he opened his fourth package, which turned out to be a commemorative Golden Snitch signed by the England National Seeker, there was a knock on the door.
Hermione, being the only one not trapped by a mound of gift wrappings (she had folded hers and placed it neatly beside her), stood up and walked to the door to see who it was.
âYouâre going to answer the door in your pyjamas?â Ron asked with a grin.
âOh, who could it possibly be,â she answered, opening the door and turning to face a rather tall young man, whose lightly freckled cheeks were flushed red with the cold.
Hermioneâs mouth hung open for a moment before voicing a delayed ââŚHello.â
The young man at the door looked the pyjama-clad Hermione up and down, his eyes lingering a moment on her bushy hair, which was wilder than usual, before glancing into the room with the rest of them.
âHello. Is Siobhan Murphy here?â he asked.
âWho?â Hermione asked blankly, almost as though she hadnât actually heard him at all. âOh! SiobhanâŚâ
Hearing her name, Siobhan looked up from the first pages of the book Harry had given her, and to the stranger standing in the doorway.
âLiam?â she said in surprise, before her face broke into a huge grin. âLiam!â
She stood up and waded through the paper-littered floor, rushing towards âLiamâ and throwing her arms around him. Hermione blinked and shook herself out of her trance, glaring at Ron when she caught him snickering madly.
âHow did you know I was here?â Siobhan asked Liam.
âWell, I found Christopher Bellâs house â“ but the girl there said youâd be staying here⌠so I though Iâd drop by and say Happy Christmas.â
âIâm so glad you did â“ bloody hell, youâve grown another inch since I last saw you!â
âYes, I believe I have,â Liam said.
âSiobhan, dear,â Mrs Weasley said, pulling a blanket tighter around her. âPerhaps you should ask your friend in, and close the door.â
Liam looked to Siobhan for instruction, and she nodded slightly â“ he stepped in and she closed the door behind him. The others all shared their own questioning glances, before looking back to the pair of curly red heads.
âYouâre⌠Siobhanâs brother...â Harry said suddenly.
âYes, I am,â Liam confirmed.
âEveryone â“ this is Liam,â Siobhan said, still smiling much more widely than usual. âLiam⌠this is Potter, Katie, Ron, Hermione, Mrs Weasley, Fleur, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George,â she said, gesturing to each person in turn.
âI didnât even know she knew our namesâŚâ Fred whispered to Harry.
âAnd she even got Fred and me right,â George added.
âHello, everyone,â Liam said with a nod.
At that moment a ball of orange fluff crawled from underneath a piece of flashing red and gold wrapping paper and walked up towards Liam, purring audibly as it brushed against the young manâs legs.
âAnd who is this?â Liam said, looking fondly at the cat.
âThatâs my cat â“ Crookshanks,â Hermione said, her cheeks slightly pink as she spoke to Siobhanâs brother.
âHello there, Crookshanks,â Liam said, crouching down and scratching behind the catâs ear.
âLiam, please sit down, Iâm about to get us all some tea,â Mrs. Weasley said invitingly.
âOh, no â“ I should get going. I wouldnât want to impose,â Liam said politely, still looking at down Crookshanks. At this, Harry noticed, Siobhanâs face fell slightly.
âOh, you wouldnât be imposing at all!â Mrs. Weasley said. âIâm sure Siobhan would love to spend Christmas with her brother â“ I gather you donât see much of each other?â
âHe lives in Ireland,â Siobhan said quietly.
âVery well than, you must stay,â Mrs. Weasley insisted. âI wonât have it any other way.â
Again, Liam looked to Siobhan questioningly, and she nodded.
âAlright then,â Liam agreed.
Siobhan gave a pleased grin, and Hermione dashed upstairs, muttering something about changing out of her nightclothes.
Mrs. Weasley went into the kitchen to make tea, accompanied by Charlie. The rest of them returned to opening the rest of their gifts, and Siobhan and Liam chatted animatedly in the corner. Hermione returned, no longer in her pyjamas. Harry was just biting into a chocolate frog Katie offered him from her stocking when Charlie came in with a roll of parchment.
âHarry, this just arrived for you,â he said, handing it to him. âFrom Hogwarts.â
Harry unrolled it quickly, to find the familiar scribble of Hagridâs handwriting.
Harry,
Happy Christmas! Youâll find your present outside, in the Weasleyâs back garden. Sorry for the delay, but it took a bit of doinâ to get her there safely.
Hagrid
P.S. And, the law says you have to perform a Disillusionment Charm on her once in a while. Statute of Secrecy anâ all.
âHagrid says â“ he sent me a present, and itâs out back,â Harry told the others, looking down at the writing inside the card. â⌠âit took a bit of doinâ to get her there safely.ââ
âHer?â Hermione repeated, bewildered.
âThat canât be a good thing,â Ron said nervously, taking noticeable movements towards the front of the house and away from the back door.
âWhat dâyou think?â Harry asked with a chuckle. âPerhaps he sent me a leftover Skrewts? Or better yet - one of Aragogâs granddaughters.â
Ron shot Harry a look of annoyance mixed with terror; the resulting facial expression was rather amusing and Harry gave another warm laugh.
âCalm down, mate â“ I really donât think heâd send me something dangerous, especially since none of the Order members seem concerned about a rampaging beast on the premisesâŚâ
âWell, letâs go see what it is,â Charlie said with an excited grin, and they entire group, beckoned by curiosity, moved towards the backdoor.
Harry was first into the snow blanketed back garden, and Hagridâs gift was very hard to miss. Two order members were standing next to what appeared to be a winged horse. It was grey, and â“ a relief for Ron â“ very gentle looking.
âOooh,â Hermione cooed. âItâs a Granian.â
âA Granian?â Harry said, approaching the creature, surprised when Liam strode along side him.
âTheyâre incredibly fast,â Liam told him. âBeautiful creatures. I have a whole stable full back on the estate.â
âIs it â“ okay toâŚtouch her?â Harry asked unsurely
âOh, I doubt sheâd harm you,â Liam said, still looking at the winged horse with great admiration.
Taking Liamâs word, Harry put his hand out and stroked the horse gently. She leaned her head closer to him encouragingly.
âA Granian like that will come in mighty useful,â Liam said.
âHagrid said she answers to the name Clarimonde,â one of the Order members told him.
Harry nodded, looking into the Granianâs dark eyes. Liam was right, she certainly was a beautiful creature.
âNice to meet you, Clarimonde,â Harry said with a grin, and the horse neighed in response, sounding very happy to meet her new owner.
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The rest of the day passed very enjoyably. Harry took Hedwig outside to meet Clarimonde, and other than a small amount of apprehension on the owlâs part, they seemed rather friendly. Liam, on the other hand, proved to be rather unsocial. Despite attempts at conversation by Hermione (which Ron no longer seemed amused by, but rather jealous of), Bill, and Mrs. Weasley, he didnât seem too keen on talking. Fred and George aimed a few jokes in his direction, without much more than a weak smile â“ which was very unusual since most people who knew the Weasley twins agreed they were quite the comedians. The only one who seemed to get more than a nod our headshake out of him was Charlie, who managed to strike up a conversation about dragons.
Dinner was as exquisite as was usual from Mrs. Weasley, and by the time the plates were cleared, everyone was satiated and wearing some kind of head adornment they had won from a Weasleysâ Wizard Wheezes brand Christmas crackers [the most amusing being the strangely familiar giant lionâs head they had spent ten minutes bribing Siobhan to actually wear]. Everyone returned to the sitting room, to sit in front of the warmth of the fireplace and enjoy their gifts and one anotherâs company â“ all except Liam who asked Harry if he could go outside to see Clarimonde, maybe take her for a ride.
âOh, yeah â“ of course,â Harry said, flashing a friendly smile, hoping to get some kind of response in return, and failing.
âThank you,â Liam said rather formally before popping out the back door.
Harry nestled into the cosiness of one of the couches with Katie, and sighed at the familiar warmth of the Burrow and the Weasley family. He looked over at Ron and Hermione and was pleased to see them talking and laughing very comfortably. Maybe things were finally going back to normalâŚ
âWhereâs Liam?â Siobhan asked, coming down from the bedroom she had been staying in.
âHeâs out. I think he took Clarimonde up for a short flightâŚâ Harry said.
âOh â“ Iâll go outside and see if I can find himâŚâ she said, summoning her cloak from the rack next to the front door.
âYou shouldnât go alone,â Hermione said. âItâs dark, and cold.â
âOh, Iâll be fineâŚâ Siobhan replied.
âHere, Iâll come with you,â Ron said with a smile, also summoning a cloak.
âAlright then, hurry up,â she said.
âI already have my cloak on,â Ron answered, pulling his second sleeve on and gesturing at Siobhan, who was still holding her own cloak. âHow about you hurry upâŚ?â
Siobhan rolled her eyes and walked towards the door as she pulled on her dark green cloak, Ron following her outside. Harry turned to Katie.
âYou know, I still havenât given you your gift yet,â he said quietly.
âI noticed,â Katie said with a grin.
âCâmon,â he said, standing up and tugging her hand, guiding her upstairs.
They reached Ronâs bedroom, and Harry strode over to his bed, Katie closely behind, and found the small package that was tucked safely in one of his robe pockets.
âHappy Christmas,â he said, handing it to her.
She smiled at him and opened the package.
âOh, itâs beautiful â“ â Katie said with an awe-inspired sigh, holding up a blue neck ribbon with elaborate silver embroidery and a small silver teardrop.
âItâs⌠blue,â Harry said awkwardly.
âI can see that,â Katie said with a giggle,
âWell â“ thereâs a Muggle tradition for weddings,â Harry explained. âI asked Ron, and he said heâd never heard of it⌠but the bride is supposed to wear something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue⌠I thought this could be your âsomething blue.ââ
âYou want me to wear this⌠when we get married?â Katie asked.
âEr⌠yeah,â Harry said. âAt least, I though â“ I mean, you donât have to if you donât want toâŚâ
âNo, no â“ oh, Iâd love to. Itâs just â“ wow. Itâs so real, isnât it?â Katie asked. â âWhen we get marriedâŚââ
âYeah,â Harry said, smiling as he wrapped his arms around her. âBut I think it has a nice ring to it, donât you?â
âDefinitely,â Katie agreed.
âNow, we should probably get back downstairs, or else Mrs Weasley will think weâre up to something.â
Katie raised her eyebrow, grinning mischievously, before agreeing reluctantly.
âYes, I suppose we should,â she sighed, and they left the room, hand in hand, and headed for downstairs â“ but were stopped by a muffled sound just above them.
âWhat was that?â Harry asked.
âIt â“ sounds like someone cryingâŚâ Katie said, looking concerned. âShould we go see if somethingâs wrong?â
Harry nodded, and instead of proceeding down the steps, they turned and went upward, stopping outside the door with the muffled sobs â“ which turned out to be Mrs. Weasleyâs room. Harry knocked apprehensively, and a few seconds later, Mrs Weasley opened her door, looking rather red-faced.
âY-yes, dear?â she asked.
âWeâŚer⌠we heard youâŚâ Harry said, stopping himself from uttering the word âcryingâ. âAnd, we were worried.â
âOh, me?â Mrs. Weasley said. âIâm just⌠upset. The first Christmas without Arthur, and without Ginny. Itâs â“ hard. But donât you worry about me, dear. Iâll have a good cry, and Iâll be fine.â
Harryâs heart ached for her, and he felt Katie squeeze his hand.
âAre you sure thereâs nothing we can do for you?â Katie asked softly.
âIâm sure,â Mrs Weasley said gently. âIâm just going to have a liedown, and think about Arthur and Ginny. I miss them, thatâs all. I promise if I need someone, Iâll let you know.â
âOh â“ okay,â Harry said somewhat hesitantly, but he knew from experience that Mrs Weasley probably just needed some time to herself.
âThank you for checking on me, though,â Mrs Weasley said, and she gave them both hugs before ushering them off. âMake some hot chocolate for everyone, will you?â
The returned downstairs and headed into the kitchen to get mugs of hot chocolate as Mrs Weasley had asked, and delivered them into the living room, where they were received with great welcome.
âHave the other three not come back in yet?â Katie asked, looking for Liam, Siobhan and Ron.
âNo,â Bill said. âDonât know whatâs taking them.â
âIâll go get them,â Harry said, and he headed out the back, stopping dead at the sight that greeted him.
âRon â“ Siobhan?â he asked breathlessly.
Quickly, the two of them parted lips. They had been standing under a tree, kissing.
âWhatâs going on?â Harry asked.
âNothing, mate,â Ron said casually, and pointed upwards towards the tree branch, where some familiar looking leaves hung. âMistletoe.â
âYouâre telling me you just happened to walk under some mistletoe and have a quick, tradition upholding kiss as I stepped outside?â
âLiamâs taking his time coming down, so we were just standing talking â“ I realised there was mistletoe above us â“ and yes, you just happen to have fantastic timing,â Ron said defensively. âWhatâs the problem?â
âWhat about Hermione?â Harry spat, not noticing that Siobhan shrank further into the shadows of the tree.
âFirst of all, Hermione and I are not together, Harry,â Ron answered. âAnd second of all, it was just a kiss. You know how that goes, donât you?â
Before Harry could respond, Liam and Clarimonde landed softly on the snow covered ground, and looked around curiously as he brought her to a freshly conjured shelter and tied her inside.
âWhatâs going on?â he asked.
âNothing,â Siobhan answered quietly, walking briskly back inside, Liam following in her wake.
âWhatâs the matter with you?â Ron asked.
âNothing,â Harry said uncomfortably. âSorry â“ I know it shouldnât even matter to me if that kiss was about more than⌠mistletoe. But â“ it does. I just⌠canât get used to this whole thing â“ you and Hermione not together.â
Ron put his hand on Harryâs shoulder for a moment, and looked at him seriously.
âGet used to it,â he said honestly, before walking past Harry, towards the house after the others.
âAny chance it was⌠more?â Harry asked, turning around to face Ron.
Ron gave a little smile.
âCanât say I didnât enjoy it,â he replied. âIs that alright with you?â
âYes⌠of course,â Harry said. âBut⌠letâs get inside. Itâs freezing out here â“ and you have hot chocolate waiting for you inside.â
âWell, why didnât you say that in the first place?â Ron said with a laugh, and they returned to the warmth of the Burrow.
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