The Holiday's Part III

"Bring Serveus to me!"  Harry said as someone bowing at the floor to him nodded and crawled their way out.  "Yes, it is time now.  Serveus has to bring the Potter boy to me."  Harry placed an arm to take off his hood that covered his head.  Harry saw his white bony hands reach up for it. A knock came from the door and Harry put his hands back into his robe pockets and took out his wand.  Harry turned to see a man looking down with dark greasy hair and a long hooked nose.

            "Look at me Serveus!"  Harry shouted as he used his wand to make Snape raise his head to him.

            "Y-you called for me master?"  Snape said in a soft timid voice.

            "Yes, I have a very important task for you, although I am questioning whether someone like yourself could be up to this task.  My best have gone and tried to attempt this task and have ended up in Azkaban for it!"   Harry said to Snape who now looked back down at Harry's feet knowing what it was that Harry was going to ask him to do.

            "Yes, master, anything master."  Snape said sounding more frightened with every word.

            "You know where, where this, what is it called?  The Order?  Yes, the ones who think they can try and take me down."  Harry let out a laugh of satisfaction.  "Well I think you know what I am asking you to do for me Serveus.  I want you to bring the Potter boy to me.  He is very weak now, and so is Dumbledore.  I've got someone to kill his phoenix; there is no more healing left for Albus or Potter.  If you hurry, it won't be much of a struggle to try and get him."

            "Do you want just Harry or do you want Dumbledore too?"  Snape wondered as he crawled closer to the hem of Harry's robes.

            "Bring what you can, but Potter is your first priority.  I want him dead.  He has caused me too much trouble as it is.  And with this prophecy… I can't have him getting in my way of success.  Not that he is even strong enough to withstand a true duel with me."  Harry said with a sense of fear in his mind that he tried to push away.

            "Of course master, you are the strongest of them all master."  Snape said now kissing the bottom of Harry's robes.

            "DON'T disappoint me Serveus."  Harry said in a deep dark voice of threat as he kicked Snape away from him.  "Now GO, and leave my sight."

            "Thank you master, I wont let you down master."

            "Bring Bellatrix to me."  Harry said smiling to himself.

            "Right away master."  Snape bowed out the door and Harry now went back to the mirror at the back of the wall to see his red eyes with slits for pupils.  His white skull-like head and sharp face.  Bellatrix walked in the door and came next to Harry and bowed to him and then stood up to him as if facing her biggest idol, her father.

            "I want you to keep an eye on Serveus, you know I don't trust him, not seeing as he's been hanging around that old fool Dumbledore.  He tells me he's never changed.  We'll see what he can bring me."  Harry said now admiring himself in the mirror.

            "I'd be obliged to, master."  She too admired herself in the mirror.  "Leave some of Potter to me, he's got my cousin living in him."

            "We'll see.  Now go, I want to be alone."  Harry said as Bellatrix turned away from Harry and quietly walked out the door.  Harry lifted his wand and took a deep breath in the thought of finally getting the blood he's always wanted.  The blood he stayed alive this long to kill.  Harry brushed back the thin few dark hairs he had left on his head, and with much hate he turned around and lifted his hood back on his head.  Nagini appeared through the door and started to tell Harry that he was not alone, someone else was with him.  Harry felt frustrated and took his wand and muttered a spell, which hit Harry fast and hard.

            Harry woke up and threw up a mouthful of blood on the floor next to him.  He shuddered from seeing the face that has been haunting his dreams for the past six years.  He tried to use the energy he had in him to look around the room.  Dumbledore lay next to him.  Harry tried to drag himself to Dumbledore; he has to be all right.  Please let him be all right.   Harry reached out his arm to touch Dumbledore's cold skin.  Harry had no voice to scream, no energy to move.  Snape was coming to try and abduct Harry from here, and possibly Dumbledore too.  Harry had to warn someone.  Harry shook Dumbledore's arm and felt no sign of movement come back.  Harry tried to bang on the floor for someone to hear. 

            There were no signs of footsteps.  Harry turned himself around and grabbed his wand.  He made everything in the room collapse to the floor.  Harry needed to make sound, make someone hear and come up.  But would they think it was all just part of the lesson? No, now was time to think optimistic.  Harry made another spell open the door to the room as he tried to drag himself to it.  Harry felt so weak, but he had to save Dumbledore.

            Harry dragged himself to the outside of the entrance to the room.  He then dragged himself someway down the hall before he fell down a flight of stairs.  Harry might have broken an arm, or a leg, he didn't know, but he let himself fall down another flight of stairs before he felt so much pain that he was mad no one was coming to find him lying on the stairs.

            Harry lay there and within seconds heard footsteps rush from all over the house and a few apparitions appear at his feet.  Screams of terror were let out and Harry felt Mrs. Weasly appear at his side.

            "Harry!  Tonks go rush and get Poppy, Lupin go check on Dumbledore!"

            "Snape."  Harry forced out, he had to warn them.

            "Harry, save your energy.  Oh dear, oh Harry."  Mrs. Weasly lightly touched Harry's broken arm and then started humming to Harry as she stroked his hair, which made Harry feel a bit more relaxed.  Harry could hear sobs coming from his right and could sense that for once the twins were speechless. 

            Harry heard someone apparate and could hear that Lupin was breathing heavily.

            "What is it Remus?"  Mrs. Weasly said as Harry could see her face becoming blurry, along with her surroundings.

            "Dumbledore — Dumbledore's — de — de — I — I think Dumbledore's dead!"  Lupin shouted.  Everyone then screamed out in protest and the blur Harry was seeing then turned into darkness once more.

             "Is he going to be all right?"  Came Lupin's soft voice.

            "Potter is in critical condition, surprised he's still with us, but give him a week, and he'll be okay."  An unknown voice said quit sure of himself.

            "And what of Dumbledore?"  Lupin asked hesitantly.  There was a long pause; Harry felt his heart starting to throb through his chest.

            "We're doing the best we can."  The voice said as Harry heard footsteps walking away.  A chair was pulled up and sat down on next to Harry's bed.  Harry heard Lupin sigh to himself and give a couple sniffs not thinking anyone else could hear him.

            "Harry, things just keep getting worse in your life and I don't know how you're still surviving.  And if Dumbledore's… no he can't be… but if he is then…  oh it's Christmas Eve! "  Lupin said to himself.  Harry heard every word Lupin said but he couldn't respond, or move at that point.  Harry couldn't do as little as open his eyes.

            "Sirius, it's you that's kept Harry alive tonight.  I don't know how much longer we can all withstand this…  Harry has to take care of Voldemort soon, or we're all doomed."  Lupin continued.  Then Harry felt something cool form in his stomach.  He should be dead, Voldemort should have won…

            Harry wanted to open his eyes now, and tell Lupin of Snape, he was coming to the Order tonight, and if he couldn't get his hands on Harry tonight, then he would keep trying until he did.  Even worse, he might tell Voldemort where the Order's whereabouts are, if he hadn't already.  Why couldn't Harry open his eyes?  Was he dead?  No… but he sure felt it.

            Harry then tried using his voice box and felt a little groan escape him.  Harry felt Lupin jump back at his side and he whispered softly,

            "Harry?"  Harry then tried to open his eyes but they felt glued shut.  Harry felt as though he was paralyzed.  "Harry?"  Lupin said again as he stretched out his hand to Harry's.  "Harry if you can hear me squeeze my hand."  Harry moved his fingers as much as he could but it came out as the slightest sign of movement.

            Lupin sat upright and Harry could feel relief escape him.  Harry needed to tell Lupin about Snape; Harry needed to be able to speak!

            "Harry, the doctors have been working on you for the past hour.  And Dumbledore… well they're not too sure of him, but as of now he's not… you know, dead.  Harry you're very lucky to be here yourself.  And don't worry all of your Christmas stuff is still going to be coming here."  Lupin told Harry trying to take some of the tension away.  Harry was now able to open his lips as he made another groan in attempt to try and say 'Snape's coming,' but Harry's tongue felt lodged to one side and the words were unclear.

            "Harry don't worry about anything, just try and get some rest."  Lupin told him.  But Harry didn't want to sleep; he couldn't sleep knowing that Snape and Bellatrix were about to show up at the Order.

            "Sna—cmng" Harry said, but the words still didn't come out right.

            "What?"  Lupin wondered and now sounding a bit curious.  Harry now felt extremely thirsty and his mouth was too dry to talk.  He then forced his eyes to open and saw Lupin crouching over him, but blurry for he didn't have on his glasses.

            "Wa—er" Harry spoke out softly and Lupin seemed to understand this as he conjured Harry a glass of water held it up for Harry to drink.  When Harry finished he now felt able to talk.  "Snape."  Harry breathed.  "He's coming to the Order, and Bellatrix, she—she's following him there."

            "What?"  Lupin said in a way of he heard what Harry said but just needed reassurance.  "She, she'll tell Voldemort where it is, and then…" Lupin went into a trail of thought.  "Harry, I'll be right back, I'll send Mrs. Weasly here while I'm gone."  And with a crack Lupin was gone.

            The room then went alarmingly quiet and dark.  Harry could feel himself starting to breathe heavier; he had no protection, no wand to arm himself with.  Harry saw the shadow of a snake and could feel it's hissing song that Harry understood, starting to hypnotize him to sleep.  Harry forced to keep his eyes open, but felt he now had no control.  Just as Harry could feel the snake wrapping around him another crack sounded the room and Harry saw Mrs. Weasly appear at his side.  The snake disappeared, and the room lightened up once more.

            "Harry!"  Mrs. Weasly screamed as she wrapped her arms around Harry's sore body.  Harry let out a yelp of pain.  "Oh sorry dear, how are you feeling?"  Harry didn't know how to respond to this, he felt like crap, and wondered what just went on in his room.

            "I dunno."  Harry answered as his eyes searched the room. 

            "Well get some rest, dear, you've had a rough night."  Mrs. Weasly said as she kissed his forehead and sat back down in her seat.

            "What about Snape?"  Harry wondered.

            "Lupin is taking care of it, not to worry yourself.  Just worry about getting better."  Mrs. Weasly said as she fixed Harry's covers.  Harry shut his eyes and was just going to pretend to sleep when all of the pain Harry had been feeling that night hit him and Harry could feel every muscle cramped and all of his broken bones trying to heal themselves.  Harry's scar seared with pain and Harry's jaw and teeth felt like they were vibrating with pain of trying to tear each other apart.  Harry got chills up his spine as he felt his throat slowly closing itself.  Harry swallowed his spit and his throat went back to normal, as he now felt paralyzed with pain.  It even hurt to try and open and close his eyes.  Harry just tried to concentrate on resting, and Mrs. Weasly must have noticed something because she started humming softly and stroking Harry's hair once more. 

            Instead of this helping Harry, it just made Harry feel like every hair was being ripped out of his head.  Harry shuddered and Mrs. Weasly stopped stroking Harry's hair in realizing she must have hurt him, and sat back down in her chair and continued to hum Harry to sleep.

            Flames….

            Burning houses….

            Sirius's shadow…

            Screeching…

            Laughter…

            Pain…

            Harry woke up and felt himself sweating.  It was now dark out and Harry saw Lupin sleeping on a chair next to him. Harry felt most of his body wrapped up and he couldn't reach out to get his glasses.  Harry felt wide awake, but didn't want to disturb Lupin.  Harry wondered whether Snape ever got to the Order, and if Dumbledore was going to be all right. 

            Harry felt it hard to think about how a few hours ago he was worried about seeking permission from Dumbledore about his mother's diary.  And now he was worrying about whether Dumbledore was going to survive or not, or if Snape had told the location of the Order to Voldemort.

            Harry sat in his hospital bed thinking of all this and wondered where it was all going to take him, and how much longer he could hold on.  Harry knew how much stronger Voldemort was than he, and now with Fawkes gone, he didn't have the song to help him hold on.  He also might not have Dumbledore to protect him from Voldemort, and his mother's blood no longer protected him, for it was in Voldemort too.  The only ones who could save Harry now were the Order, Sirius, and Pettigrew, for he was still in debt to Harry. 

            Harry looked to the bottom of his bed and saw presents stacked up at the end of it.  Harry wished they would all disappear.  Thinking of when he was much younger and how he thought all of his Christmas's were horrible and thought they couldn't get any worse than getting a pair of Uncle Vernon's old socks, compared to his cousin Dudley who would receive anything under the sun, he knew that this Christmas was definitely as worse as it could get. 

            Harry was getting so much anger built up inside of him toward Voldemort, and now was somewhat exited to see the day that he makes him fall.  Harry couldn't turn back; it was his destiny since he was to be born.  And now he was accepting his destiny and was going to fulfill it in his favor.

            Harry heard the door open and shut and saw someone who looked like a doctor approach him.

            "I see not everyone is sleeping then."  The man said to Harry.

            "I guess not."  Harry shrugged.  "Hey, how's Dumbl—"

            "Harry, if you don't already know, you're in St. Mungo's hospital.  You are well protected here for there are many witches and wizards around."

            "Well thanks, but that wasn't what I wanted to know, I was wondering how Dumbledore was doing."  Harry said to the man.

            "Well, we are trying our best, but I must tell you, he's not looking good.  I was just sent to check up on you, and you seem to be doing quite fine.  Is there anything I could get you?"  He asked.

            "Err… no I'm okay, but Dumbledore, do you, do you think he's going to be, do you think he'll live?"  Harry wondered.

            "We're doing the best we can."  He repeated.  In Harry's mind this meant that Dumbledore was on the verge of surviving and dying.  "It's not often we get two great wizards like yourselves in here, especially on Christmas. Thankfully many came to help bring you two back to normal."

            "So you're saying Dumbledore might, live?"  Harry asked.

            "We're working on it."  The man said to Harry as his blurry figure reached over to the nightstand and put Harry's glasses on his head.  "Might be wanting to see."

            "Err… yea, thanks."  Harry read the man's nametag to say Cartelism. 

            "Well I'll let you be, call me if you need anything."  Cartelism said.

            "Err… thanks."  Harry replied and when the man shut the door on his way out Lupin shot upright with a jolt.

            "Who's here?  Oh man, did I fall asleep?"  Lupin said looking around.

            "Err… yeah."  Harry said to him as he saw Lupin's eyes land upon him. 

            "Molly is going to kill me.  I shouldn't keep doing this, I'm supposed to be looking out for you."  Lupin said angrily at himself.

            "Yeah but you need the rest.  And I don't care if you get a couple hours worth of—"

            "But Harry that's not the point, if something were to happen to you…" Lupin trailed off.

            "But we're in a hospital Lupin, and I don't think any death eater will just come marching through here and come and take me."   Harry assured Lupin.

            "Well what are you doing awake, you should be getting some rest!" Lupin said.

            "Well I can't sleep.  And what happened with Snape?"  Harry wondered.

            "We set out people from the Order all over the street, and in front of the house.  He never came."  Lupin said.

            "What?  What's this meant then?"  Harry wondered.

            "Maybe Serveus has a couple tricks up his sleeve.  See I think he's not fully loyal to either side.  He's still a death eater, and he's still part of the Order.  Remember when I told you he's a superb Occlumens, well he's able to trick both sides into thinking that he is loyal to both of them, when really he doesn't even know where his true loyalty lies."  Lupin told Harry.

            "Why is he still in the Order when he threatened me earlier this year?"  Harry asked.

            "Well, we can't just kick him out, he knows too much, and he is feeding us information on Voldemort, so in a way he is still working for us too.  That's what I don't get, which side is he on, or is he part of both?"  Lupin said to Harry.

            "Wait a minute… was he at the Order when everyone heard my Prophecy?"  Harry asked.

            "Well he had to be there, if everyone else in the Order was there and he wasn't he would get suspicious of where our trust lied.  See we have to make Serveus believe we have our full trust in him."  Lupin replied.

            "No wonder last week he was even more envious toward me.  But why would he want to be in my place with that huge burden on my hands?"  Harry was getting frustrated.

            "Because Serveus is just like that, he wants to be the center of attention, and he always has thought that way.  Now I don't think we should talk about this anymore in such a public place."  Lupin said looking around.

            "Yeah well there's no one else in here."  Harry said.

            "That doesn't mean no one's listening."  Lupin said looking up at Harry's scar.

            "Oh yea, right…" Harry said now looking away.

            "Hey you've got some gifts, might as well open them if you're not going to sleep."  Lupin got up and picked up a couple of the gifts and brought them over to Harry.

            "Well I can't exactly open them."  Harry said to Lupin looking down at his body.

            "Well you don't have to open them yet then."  Lupin said pushing the presents to the side.

            "Err… a doctor type wizard came in earlier and he told me that Dumbledore might survive, but he's not doing too well as it is."  Harry told Lupin.

            "Well I guess that's good news."  Lupin said looking down at the presents he brought to Harry's bed.  "I think this one's from Dumbledore."  Lupin said examining the handwriting on the front.

            "Open it!"  Harry said wondering what it could be that Dumbledore got him.  Lupin tore open the wrapping and inside it lay a—

            "Pensive."  Lupin said holding it out to Harry so Harry could see it.

            "There's a note."  Harry said and Lupin took it out.

            "Do you want me to read it?"  Lupin wondered.

            "No I think I'll have a snake read it to me, of course you can read it."  Harry smiled.

            "It says 'Harry, you're improving tremendously in Occlumency.  To help take off some of the many problems on your mind I've got you this.  Make sure you don't leave any memories you don't want others to see in here while you're not around.  It will come in great use, and will aggravate Voldemort for not being able to access some of these memories, which is exactly what we want to do to him.  Have a Happy Christmas.  Sincerely, Albus Dumbledore.'  Wow, headmaster's aren't supposed to get their students gifts, especially one as nice as this."  Lupin said examining the Pensive.  Harry now felt if possible, even worse about what he did to Dumbledore.

            "I hope Dumbledore's going to be all right."  Harry said looking down at the Pensive.

            "He's a strong wizard, don't worry, he'll pull through."  Lupin comforted Harry.

            "I know but if I—"

            "Harry it wasn't your fault.  You couldn't have done anything to prevent this."  Lupin said.

            "Well if I had mastered Occlumency by now, and if I hadn't had my mind on other things then Voldemort wouldn't have been able to get into my head."  Harry told Lupin.

            "Harry it wasn't your fault, even if you had mastered Occlumency, Voldemort still has his ways, and you know he doesn't stop unless he gets what he wants."  Lupin tried to tell Harry.

            "Still…" Harry had to find a reason for this to be his fault.

            "Harry, stop worrying—"

            "Lupin I'm sick of people telling me to stop worrying, and get some rest.  I'm sick of people telling me it's not my fault when it is!  I'm sick of Voldemort going after everyone I'm surrounded by!  That's why it's my fault.  You don't see those witches and wizards that I don't know, or I'm not friends with getting hurt do you?  You're next, or Ron, or Hermione, or Mrs. Weasly… If I were you I'd try to stay as far away from me as I can."  Harry shouted not realizing how much of his mind he was speaking.  Lupin sat in silence not knowing how to respond to this, without making Harry feel any worse about himself.

            "Harry, no one's going to run away.  Don't you notice we're getting closer to you not just to protect you, but because we all care about you.  You didn't see Ron and Hermione leave you in your first year when you led them to the Sorcerer's Stone do you? They even had their second chance to get away from you when you led Ron into the Chamber of Secrets.  And what about last year?  You brought them into the Department of Mysteries and led them into real danger and look, they're still friends with you.  As for James, Lily, and Sirius, all my friends died to protect you and to them that's the best thing they could have ever done.  And I'm the last one left, besides Peter, if you can even count him… But Harry the point is, it's not just the people you're surrounded by or care about, it's the people who surround you and who care about you.  They want to stick with you, no matter how much danger they get in in the process."  Lupin said encouragingly. 

            Harry was now speechless at this point and wondered whether he was taking things out of hand or if Lupin was seeing something that Harry wasn't.  Yes Harry knew Ron and Hermione had always continued to be there for him, but now Ron's family was also involved with Harry and Ron couldn't exactly leave him.  Harry instead looked at Lupin and then closed his eyes to end the awkward silence.

            Harry woke up the next morning to find Lupin looking out the window.  Harry remembered what happened last night, and now felt like a fool for saying the things he did.  When Lupin turned around to notice that Harry was awake he gave a half smile and said, "Happy Christmas Harry."

            "Happy Christmas Lupin."

            "Everyone from the house is coming here after lunch."  Lupin told Harry.

            "What time is it now?"  Harry wondered exited to see Ron and Hermione.

            "About eleven."  Lupin said checking his watch.

            "I see.  Am I going to get all this stuff off me?"  Harry said nudging his head to his body looking caste.

            "I don't know.  Let me go get a doctor."  Lupin said as he started to walk to the door.

            "Hey Lupin."  Harry called after him.    
            "Yeah?"  Lupin turned back around.

            "Do you think you can check on Dumbledore?"  Harry wondered.

            "I'll try to."  Lupin replied.

            "Do you think he's going to be okay?"  Harry wanted to know.

            "I hope so."  And with that Lupin exited the room.

            Within the next half hour Lupin returned and the man Harry had seen earlier accompanied him.

            "How's Dumbledore?"  Harry wondered.     

            "Well he has improved very slightly, but I don't want you to have any false hope."  Cartelism told Harry.  "Why don't we say we take those off of you?"  He pointed to Harry's body, which made Harry feel happier.

            Cartelism muttered a couple spells, which made the body-like caste disappear, and one, which numbed Harry's whole body so he didn't feel any pain.

            "That'll make you not feel much pain, and it'll help you to heal faster.  I must say you are getting stronger at a faster rate than I had anticipated."  Cartelism told Harry who still had a sling on one arm.  Harry felt much more comfortable now that he could breathe, and now that he knew how Dumbledore was improving health-wise.

            "So I guess I'll leave you be, Happy Christmas to you both, and Harry just call me if you need anything."  Cartelism said before he waved and exited the door.

            "Well he seems very nice."  Lupin said as he smiled and sat next to Harry.

            "Yeah.  Hey can you get me my gifts, I feel more like opening presents."  Harry was now exited to see some of the things that his friends had bought for him.  Harry already loved the Pensive that he had received the night before who came from Dumbledore.

            "Sure."  Lupin replied as he got Harry's stack of gifts and put them all on Harry's bed and sat back down.  Mrs. Weasly gave Harry the usual homemade emerald sweater with Harry's initial on it, and mince pies.  Fred and George gave Harry a ton of their products, which included fireworks, portable swamp, Skiving Snackbox, extendable ears, the hat, which makes your head disappear when you put it on, a cologne to make Harry smell like a dog (don't know how many times he'll need to use that, but Harry just figured they did it to remind Harry a bit of Sirius,) and an assortment of different chews, which included the silencer, which made the person who ate it not be able to speak for as of now three hours.  There was also a cake which when you ate it, it turned into any flavor you wanted it to be.  Harry couldn't wait to eat and try all of these products as he put them to the side and reached for the gift Lupin got Harry.  Harry saw Lupin's face glow as Harry reached for it.  Harry tore open the wrapping and inside it lay a picture of Harry and Sirius last year at Christmas when they were all around the tree, a picture of Harry as a baby and Sirius holding Harry at Harry's baptism and him now being Harry's Godfather, a picture of them when they were examining the Black family tree, and a picture of them when Sirius had given Harry a one-armed hug the year previous.  Harry felt at that moment like he was floating as the pictures moved around happily, and Harry noticed the look in Sirius's eye when he looked at Harry that everyone talked about.

"What—I never knew that we had any pictures taken together—" Harry started.

"I know, I took them when you guys weren't looking, I figured you might like them now.  Something to add to that album of yours.  I also got the one of you and Sirius at your baptism from Sirius's room.  He showed me it and I think he would have wanted you to have it."  Lupin said as Harry recalled the album with all of his most treasured pictures.  "Keep looking, there's more."  Lupin said as Harry opened a second package, which Harry noticed to be a sensor, which you put on you wand, and if you press it hard three times it sends a signal for help.  "Yeah I figured that would come in good use to you, it's actually connected to my wand, so if you press it hard three times, I'll receive the signal."  Lupin told Harry who now felt better about situations like last night.  Lupin must have been reading Harry's mind because he added, "Only if I had given it to you a day earlier."

"Yeah well, at least we know that Dumbledore is improving."  Harry said.  "Thank you so much Lupin, for all this."  Harry smiled as Lupin extended his hand and put it on Harry's shoulder. 

"I knew you'd like it."  Lupin smiled.  Harry nodded his head and then went back to opening his gifts.  Hagrid had made Harry a rock pie, but Harry knew better to eat anything that Hagrid had made, from past experiences, and a model of a dragon with a note on it saying, 'I tink I might be gettin one soon.'  Hagrid had always wanted a dragon, and now that Hogwarts needed extra protection around the castle the ministry has been debating on whether to actually place dragons around it. 

Harry chuckled at this as he placed this aside and reached for the gift Ron got him.  It was mostly food, chocolate frogs, Bernie Bott's every flavor beans, and cockroach clusters, but there was also a model of a Quidditch field with players on it, which you move to try and score the Quaffles and catch the snitch, and to stall the other players you would use the beaters to hit the bludgers at the opposing team.  It reminded Harry of the muggle foosball tables, only you can use magic to make your players move, and not sticks that stuck out on the outside of the table.  Harry couldn't wait to face Ron in this game, and hopefully beat him. 

Another gift that Harry got was from his Godmother McGonnagall.  She gave him an advanced book on Transfiguration and told Harry in the note that he needed more practice, and that this would help him do better.  Harry found this funny as he put it to the side.

He then reached for the next gift, which was Hermione's.  Harry had been expecting something like a book or a homework planner like last year, but instead, she got Harry—Harry jumped.  He breathed slowly and heavily as he opened the letters to his present.  He thought to himself, it couldn't be, she wouldn't have… But as Harry read some of the letters he noticed it is exactly what he had always wanted.  Hermione had gotten Harry a form to be the seeker of the Mechenstage's.  Harry reread this as fast as he could, he could be famous, he could play for a famous team!  Then something hit Harry, Mechenstage, Mechenstage… where has he heard that name before… Mechenstage…

"Harry what is it?"  Lupin asked seeing the exited expression on Harry's face.  Harry thrust the papers out at Lupin and Lupin read them and too became exited.  "Do you know what this means!"  Lupin said happily.

"I know!"  Harry agreed.

"No I mean, do you know what team you are going to play for?"  Lupin said becoming more anxious with every word.

"No what?"  Harry said now becoming curious.

"The Mechenstage's, they were you father's and James's favorite team.  Oh James would be so proud.  I always routed for the opposing team, but that's besides the point."  Lupin said, and now Harry knew why the Mechenstage's had sounded so familiar.  He was going to be playing seeker for his father and godfather's favorite team.  Harry could feel Sirius within him in sharing in the excitement.

Harry looked at Lupin becoming very exited and he now looked at the letter Hermione had written him.  'Harry!  Happy Christmas!  I know you're really surprised and I'm assuming enjoying your gift.  Well, I must give Victor a lot of credit; he got the papers for you.  Oh Harry I'm so exited.  Unfortunately this was the only team that has an opening, for I've never heard of them till now, but then again I am a sport blonde.  So I guess I'll be seeing you in like two minutes after you read this so we'll celebrate then!  Love, Hermione.'  Harry was surely happier now than he had been in a long time.  Quidditch gave him freedom and now he was going to be playing for a famous team, with the plus of it being the favorite team of his two favorite people.  Harry was so exited that he didn't notice that there were two more presents left.

Curiously he went for one and saw that it was from Ginny.  It was just a little dude who flies on a broom and it comes with a little snitch that it tries to catch.  In the note she wrote to go with it, it said that this reminded her of Harry so she decided to get it for him for Christmas.  Harry was thankful as he felt bad he didn't get her anything, but he set that aside and reached for his last gift. Harry wondered who else would send him something when he came to total shock to see Jenna's handwriting. 'Hi Harry.  I hope you're having an awesome Christmas.  I'm stuck here at the castle and I decided to give you something, since you are the only person who I can relate to and all.  I also wanted to say that I, well I, still care for you, even though that doesn't really matter but… anyway I hope my owl finds you! This can sing you to sleep. Merry Christmas!  Love always, Jenna.'  Harry's heart filled as he opened the gift that Jenna got him.  When Harry opened it he saw a little music box.  There was a little key that went to it and when Harry twisted the key in it, the music box opened and it started to sing a beautiful song, which Harry loved to hear.  It was the song that Harry's mum used to sing to him, only in Jenna's voice.  Harry felt so much happiness at this moment that he felt he could leap for joy, on all of his broken and sore bones and muscles. 

"I remember that song…" Lupin said as he listened to its tune.

"Yeah, my mum used to sing it to me."  Harry told him.  "Sirius showed me a memory of her singing it to me."  Harry added with the look on Lupin's face of how could Harry ever remember such a thing. 

"Oh well it's a lovely song."  Lupin said.  "Well is that all?"  Lupin looked around at Harry's bed.

"Err… yea I guess so.  Wow I never thought after last night I would feel happy again!"  Harry told Lupin, but all of his gifts this year were so thoughtful and perfect that he was feeling very ambivalent about this whole Christmas situation.  Harry just couldn't wait until everyone got there, especially Hermione who Harry couldn't wait to talk to about the Quidditch team.

Author's note:  Wow the Holiday's is definitely the longest chapter ever!  See originally I was going to have Hermione give Harry some sort of Love Potion, but then I remembered I wrote about her maybe having Krum getting Harry papers to be on a famous team so I decided to have her give him those.  See this was the original dialogue for that part:

Hermione had gotten Harry a potion.  Harry felt surprised as he read the tag, which went with it to say, the Love Potion.  Harry closely examined Hermione's note.  'Harry, if you drink this, the next PERSON, you talk to becomes irresistible to you.  I know this is kind of not good magic, but I figured you might get a kick out of it. And remember it's the next PERSON, so that means male or female, which kind of stinks, but well at least you can get the woman of your dreams.  And I know what you're thinking and NO I am not going to use this to get Ron!  But anyway, have a Happy Christmas, and make sure no idiot goes rumbling through your stuff and finds this, cough cough RON cough.  He'll end up making you fall in love with him by accident because he doesn't read any tag or anything.  Anyway I think I've rambled on enough, and I'll probably be talking to you in two minutes after you read this anyway but well I'll see you soon.  Love, Hermione.'  Hermione was the last person Harry would have expected to give Harry something like this, but it was great to have all the same.

            But man I can't wait till everyone comes to the hospital!  Boom Shacka lacka Boom Boom!  Sry I was im in a weird mood.  And what about Voldemort, I mean OMG! Hehe And Dumbledore, I mean will he be all right?  Keep reading and reviewing to find out!  ENJOY!