It had been a little over a month since Arthur and Molly had decided that the children needed to see Artemis regularly. Nineteen sessions in and Harry was resistant to believe the ancient one was making any difference. Ginny disagreed with him. According to her Harry was more at ease, more open to being himself around the five other children. Harry thought it had very little to do with Artemis and a whole lot to do with his new alone time he received before and after his sessions were to begin. A few times he'd been lucky, and his session had taken place during potions, effectively excusing him from the horrid subject.

'I'm aware that you have issues with Arty from when I was like six but come on Harry, he IS helping. And now you know it wasn't our fault that we are the way we are. Don't you want to become more than this. Become what we originally planned' Harry let Ginny's thoughts drift through his mind. Catching speed. She was right too. The original plan was for Harry to be outgoing and loud spoken. That ship had long sailed. They were lucky their professors seemed none the wiser.

Ginny's let out a mental humph. Aware that he was right. That ship had long since sailed and it wasn't much use giving it thought. 'Not all the professors are oblivious. You've seen the way Snape looks at you. He knows somethings up.' It took all of Harry's will power to remain calm around the man Harry knew was observing him all too closely.

'Well maybe if you didn't love the retched subject so much, he never would have looked closer.' Harry couldn't fathom why in the world cooking brought Ginny so much joy. Images flashed through the bond in response to Harry. Ginny loved potions because of the unmasked uses. Magic you could carry in a bottle when a wand wasn't available. Magic that could be brewed and stored, saved until the perfect use was needed.

'Well maybe if you bothered to not look so bloody tortured, he wouldn't even care.' The argument was one they had on multiple occasions. Neither willing to change their position in the class.

'Well I hardly look tortured' A mental scoff joined Harry's words as he zoned in on exactly why potions were the current topic conversation. Harry took in Ginny's room that surrounded him, thoughts flittering to Ginny's position in an abandoned classroom. They'd decided that it was time to pull a little prank of their own, and what better targets than the professor? Joining Ginny were Fred, George, Ron, and Hermione. The twins being immensely proud of their sisters drive to follow in their footsteps.

Harry had been game but would rather be accomplishing the prank with a spell. Ginny had won the argument stating that a potion was more complex and harder to trace. He'd argued further of course but, in the end, had conceded that Ginny had a point. It wasn't necessarily the potion that had Harry on edge, sure he wished they were using a spell, but he was more than willing to compromise when it came to Ginny. No, what set him on edge was more the fact that they were doing something strictly against the rules.

'Will you relax. What are they going to do? Ground us? I mean honestly!' Ginny's nearly unwelcome response to Harry's thoughts did nothing to ease his anxiety. The elder Weasley's had decided that Harry and Ginny were getting a little too comfortable with switching. According to them it was important to find comfort in their own bodies and to only switch when necessary for therapy. This was Harry's first official rebellion and it didn't feel anywhere close to a good idea.

Ginny said it didn't count the same as any big rebellion because family secrets were staying in the family and that's what really mattered. This wasn't risking anything major. Except a possible detention or grounding. Harry was about to respond that he thought she was dead wrong when he heard and saw Molly enter the room.

Molly froze as she recognized the now familiar green eyes adorning her daughters face. Her shocked expression replaced by a frown quicker than Harry thought should be possible. He felt Ginny's cringe, her attention halting briefly before focusing back to the task at hand. Her older brothers snickering as she informed them of the situation taking place at home. Molly set the laundry basket she had been holding on the bed, her arms crossing on their own accord. Her expression screaming that an explanation had better come quick.

Molly was proud to say that it had only taken a little under three weeks for her to become accustomed to this new reality. To green eyes replacing her daughters brown and instant personality shifts. She'd been scared in the beginning. To add to the trauma or do something wrong. Artemis had informed her that she couldn't treat them like they were completely broken. Especially Harry. The child was terrified though, and she was of half a mind to leave the boy be. Unfortunately for the children, half a mind wasn't enough to have her backing down, "An explanation please."

Harry felt himself shake as Molly's piercing eyes bore into him. He hadn't spoken yet, but Harry knew he wasn't off the hook. He stood sturdy, ready to keep silent. He'd done it his entire life at the Dursleys. This really shouldn't be any different... Except it was. Bloody hell it so was. This woman was kind and loving. She'd done more for Harry than any other adult had in his entire existence, save his mother. Harry felt his shoulders hunched as he tried to avoid the piercing eyes.

'Oh man, you're really getting it now aren't you. Ooooh! she's giving you the look. Stay strong Harry, stay strong!' Ginny let out a mental snicker and allowed herself to be slightly concerned. She knew Harry didn't have a chance. No child had a chance against Molly Weasleys gaze. Even the twins caved eventually. Harry grimaced, images from Ginny flashing through.

'Honestly Ginny! You're bloody useless. If we'd just done it with a spell like I wanted, we would never be in this situation!' Agitation thrummed through Harry and Ginny in turn. Harry looked up to see that Molly's gaze had intensified. Giving warning that an explanation was needed.

There was just no way he was going to be able to do this. He attempted to switch with Ginny only to find her completely unwilling. 'Ginny. Bloody hell. You need to deal with her. Your better at it than I am!'

Ginny thought on it for a second. Harry's panic nearly convincing her that she needed to handle the situation. But, well, he had to learn eventually that her mother wasn't a Dursley. Ginny knew that they were in trouble and she knew that Harry wouldn't be able to lie to her mother. She also knew that Harry was worried about more than the de gnoming, lines, or dishes that normally composed a punishment.

Harry, who was focused on the thoughts Ginny wasn't projecting, was offended at her idea. 'Oi, I know that I do! I've seen your entire childhood. It's not like I think they're abusive bastards. You can't leave me to deal with this alone.' Harry reply was rightfully angry. This was her idea after all. His mind unwillingly acknowledged that Ginny wasn't completely wrong. 'I think you've been listening to Artemis too much.'

Harry turned back to the Weasley mother, who's glare had remained steady and unwavering. "Ah, well, we've switched you see." Harry cursed himself as he heard Ginny's voice shake.

"Yes. I can see that. What I want to know is why you decided to switch when it was made very clear that it was only allowed for therapy." Molly's tone was expectant. She let a mental sigh go, thankful that her indecision didn't show itself.

"So, Ginny ah, Ginny decided, And well I... So really it's not my fault you see cause Ginny so yeah." Ginny's face showed turmoil as Harry did his best to explain. A horrible occurrence.

"From what very little I understand from that, am I to assume that it was Ginny's idea to switch?" At Harry's hesitant nod she continued. "From my understanding, unless you're in severe distress you have to agree to the switch." Another hesitant nod from Harry. "What was so important that you both decided to go against a very clear set rule."

"Well, I mean.. Yeah, so.. Well we did." Harry's short ramble cause Molly's eyebrows to lift. As aggravated as Harry was with Ginny, he didn't think they all needed to be in trouble. There was nothing the elder Weasley could do about it either. His Ginny sent a wave of love his way.

"Alright Harry, if that's how you feel I believe there are dishes waiting for you in the kitchen." Molly's voice though stern held a solemn tone. Her thoughts much less stable than they outwardly appeared. She contemplated how safe it was to push it a little farther. Coming to a decision she left the boy in her daughter's body a few more words before exiting to wait for him in the kitchen. "I'm very disappointed in you Harry."

Harry shuddered, trembles wracking through his body. He'd never wanted to disappoint her, ever! He reached out to Ginny who did little more than offer comfort through the bond. 'I'm really sorry Harry, but I can't stop now. I'm so close to being done and I'll switch as soon as possible and tell her it was all my idea.'

Harry trudged his was down the stairs to the kitchen. Molly sat at the table with a book and nodded to the dishes piled in the sink. It wasn't that many really. Hardly enough to be considered a chore where he was from. Still dread filled Harry as he stepped by her on his way there. He made fast work on the dishes as ingrained as it was. Molly cast sad eyes to her story as she witnessed the expert way the dishes were done. More efficiently than any child should be capable of.

Harry ran his gaze across the empty sink and the shining counter, feeling none the better as he felt Molly's presence behind him. He'd never wanted to disappoint any of the Weasleys, and now he had, and they wouldn't want him anymore and it was all ruined! Harry sniffled, realizing there was a steady stream of tears running down his cheek. How long had it been since he had cried? He didn't remember. He could feel Ginny's reassurance thrumbing through him. She didn't think her family would be done with him. But Harry Knew! He knew! They loved Ginny because they had to. There was nothing that kept them loving Harry.

Molly didn't realize the distress the child was in until she saw the tear-filled green eyes. There were no other signs to show that he was truly upset, but she had never seen the boy cry. She approached slowly. "Are you ready to tell me what's going on?"

As soon as the words left Molly's mouth the child started babbling. Standing stiff as a board the whole story came out. Molly held back a chuckle. All this over a prank to turn the teacher's hair blue. How incredibly unbelievable. She listened as it was explained that Harry thought it was a bad idea because he didn't want to break the rules by switching but Ginny made a good point with the potion being a better option. Five minutes of ranting later and the child whispered a small "Please don't hate me." before going silent.

Harry scowled mentally as he heard the roaring laughter though Ginny. She found it entirely all too amusing that he had caved. Her brothers had joined in on the laughter when they realized that even Harry wasn't a match for their mum. Hermione had remained silent. Thinking it wasn't remotely funny to be caught. She calmed slightly with Ron's, "What do you think Mum's going to do Hermione, Call the school to get her children in trouble. Honestly, we'll get a talking to when we get home. That's about it."

Harry let out a startled yelp as he felt stong arms circle him. His tears had slowed but had yet to fully stop. Molly kissed the top of her daughter's head. Knowing that it was a boy who saw much to little affection in his life. "Family's don't hate family for being children dearie. That's not how it works here. That will never be how it works here." She felt the child in her arms tremble and slowly little arms began to hug her back. Pools threatened to spill over as she realized this was the first-time little Harry had ever returned on of her hugs.

She glanced up to meet the sad eyes of her husband who gestured up the staircase. They had been waiting for Christmas to show the child, but this seemed like the perfect opportunity. She let go and took a small hand in hers. Leading him up the stairs to Bill's old bedroom.

After explaining the situation her oldest had been happy to give his room to the child. Harry's new room was at the top of the staircase. Only Ginny's room being farther up. They had decorated it in soft olive-green walls. A decent bed set sat inside, adorned with a navy comforter and matching striped sheets. The nightstand next to the bed held only a new pack of colors and coloring book.

Sobs wracked the child's body as she took him in her arms once more. They would speak more on the dangers of switching later. For now, he had been punished enough and needed to understand that this family never abandoned family. A few minutes later they watched as the little boy in their daughter's body made himself comfortable on his new bed.

Molly closed the door softly behind her as she followed her husband out. Once in the kitchen and settled with tea Arthur voiced his confusion on what he had come home to. Molly told as much as she understood. Apparently, Ginny was more like the twins than they had originally thought. Arthur had thought the situation hysterical. Only calming down when he caught sight of the scowl Molly was sending his way.

"Look Molls, I know the situation is sad, but can you imagine Severus Snape with neon blue hair. And done by a potion of all things." Arthur lost his composure to laughter again as his mind was filled with the vision of what the head table would look like the next morning. Molly allowed a chuckle to leave her. It probably made them horrible parents, but they didn't really care if their children pulled pranks if no one ended up hurt. They had much more pressing matters to attend to. Their twins had pushed the boundaries a few times with the destruction of school toilets, but really in the grander scheme of things it was good and well they were finding something to laugh about.

"How is the therapy going Arthur? I haven't had the chance to truly speak to Artemis in a couple weeks. I assumed you both would have discussed it." Molly figured she'd get the easy topic out of the way first knowing her husband had just returned from visiting Arty.

"He says its going as well as can be expected. Ginny is doing amazing. He can feel the difference now that Harry is somewhere safe. He also said that the adolescent seer ability's that accompany Phoenix Kin are fading. Soon she won't have the gift any longer." Arthur allowed a pause for the information to set before continuing. "However, Harry is very resistant to therapy. From what Artemis understands Harry has issues with Artemis from back when Ginny was six and hated the sessions we had her attend. He is participating, however grudgingly."

Molly let out a sigh of relief, happy that they were getting somewhere. Anywhere really would be an improvement. "And the matter you went to discuss. What of that?" Molly took a sip of her tea to hide the sudden tremble of her hands.

"After a long discussion I think it's time. Artemis has a point. It's who they are, and I still stand by not telling them or accepting the kin back when they were babies, but we are going to need as many as we can have backing them. I don't think Ginny or Harry will ever truly be light wizards. Not after what they've been through and the mindsets they have already adopted. I'm thinking of calling Bill and Charlie home and telling them first. We can arrange for us all to be together and accept the inheritance." Arthurs voice was strong in his conviction. Molly knew he was right, had known since that first night of the discovery.

"And will you be taking them into the realm to have this discussion. I would like to be there. We can arrange for Artemis to be with the children." Molly allowed her mind to stray briefly. Lingering on how odd it was that she just thought of her one daughter as two children, even if it was only one child at a time. Hey eyes found the shed that sat at the edge of the garden. Looking innocent and run down, it held the entrance to their most important secrets. Time worked differently in the Realm. One day here was six days there. Meaning you could go in for four hours and have spent an entire day training or relaxing.

"I think it's best. Artemis has already offered to monitor Ginny, and in term Harry, for a week so we can do some advanced training with the older ones before our focus is taken up by the younger children." Molly let a sigh loose nodding her acceptance. She wondered how her sons would take the news. If they would willingly accept what they were. Molly paused in responding further as she recognized the skip of Ginny's feet coming down the stairs.

"Hello Mum!" The cheer in Ginny's voice did nothing to dissuade the scowl her mother was sending her way. A bright smile was sent to Molly in return, and if she were a weaker woman it might have done the trick.

"Don't you 'Hello Mum' me young lady. What in the world were you thinking instigating a switch when you know very well it isn't allowed outside of designated therapy time? What in the world were you thinking child?" Ginny turned briefly to get support from her father, only to find a stern glare and a pointed look to turn her attention back to her mother.

"I was thinking it would be brilliant. I mean come on! Blue hair!" A snicker escaped Ginny, which she quickly stomped down at the look her parents were giving her. "And a potion was such a better plan. I don't know how to practically perform any untraceable spells right now, but I did know an amazing portion recipe to do the trick. Harry hate's potions so it was only fair that I do the brewing! Besides Harry needed to know you weren't going to kill him or anything for messing up, It's a win win in my opinion"

"And what of you knowingly breaking the rules. You think you're simply off the hook?" Arthur's voice joined in the conversation for the first time.

"Not really, no, but I figure it's worth it. Harry thinks so too now that punishment is over with for him. Lovely room by the way. He loved that." Ginny's face still held a small smile. Completely content with how the night went. She felt an irritated grumble come from Harry who was sneaking his way through the kitchens. Using a clean napkin to rub potions residue on the inside of the bowl. Ron and Hermione stood outside the entrance as lookouts. Years of forced silence making Harry's movements unnoticeable even to the sleeping kitchen elves.

"What have we told you about speaking for him Ginny. Harry needs to use his own words to tell us how he feels. I understand it feels good to be able to speak about it, but you also need to respect Harry's privacy." Molly repeated words she felt she spent too much time speaking now days. The weeks after the revelation had led to Ginny becoming more open with them than she ever had been. At first it had been everything until the Weasley parents noticed that the children were speaking for each other instead of for themselves. If Harry was upset or emotional about something Ginny was the one who brought it up, and if Ginny was angry with them, often Harry would be the one to let them know.

At first it had given the Weasleys an idea on how deep the connection truly went. However, the adults didn't think it was good to always use the other to speak true thoughts. It was part of why they had put the no switching outside of designated times rule into effect. They needed to keep their individuality as much as possible. Being inside the others body, outside of when it was strictly necessary, didn't help the matter.

A whine filled Ginny's voice, thinking on how completely unfair her parents were being. "But I don't mind, and Harry prefers it. You can't keep us separate. It doesn't work like that!" Ginny's temper flared.

"I'm perfectly aware of that dearie and we would never try to keep you separate. Absolutely Never! I'm not saying to keep private with each other. I'm not recommending you sensor yourself with Harry, or Harry sensor himself with you. What we are asking is that you don't speak for the other. We want to hear your thoughts from you and Harry's thoughts from Harry. Not the other way around. You are two individual people. How are we to understand who's who if you're always speaking for the other?" Ginny rolled her eyes at her mother, knowing her parents made a valid point.

"With that being said, I believe you will be de gnoming the garden bright and early tomorrow. Maybe you'll think the next time, before you decide to intentionally disobey." Molly's voice held stern but was laced with a tired tone. Her eyes traveling to the clock, seeing that it was past midnight. Ginny gave a nod of acceptance before bringing up a topic that had been brought to her attention in the free time spent with Hermione.

"You know Hermione Granger. The one you gave the pendant too." At her parent's nods in affirmation Ginny continued. "Her parents sent her a letter, they told her they wouldn't be bringing her home for Christmas because they were going to France, and since they were going to France they wouldn't be able to send her Christmas gifts. Apparently, they think Hermione should be happy about it since she gets to stay with her own kind. Ron's decided he's going to try and stay for Christmas with her. He'll probably send a letter home tomorrow."

"Hmm, Well I already made her a Jumper. Have Harry tell Ronald to send us a list of things she likes. I'm assuming if Ron wants to stay the older boys will want to stay as well." Molly received a nod in response and did her best to hide her disappointment. She missed her children desperately but was happy that they were standing by their friend. "Arthur, maybe we should go try and speak with her parents. Ronald has mentioned that they hardly contact her in a couple of his letters. Perhaps they need to feel more comfortable with our world."

Molly got up to give her daughter a hug before sending her off to bed. Complete bewildered on how their world had gotten so complicated so fast. With two new children who felt like their responsibility. Harry due to his connection to Ginny, and Hermione due to the pendant that now rested against her skin.

Severus Snape went through his usual morning routine. Thoughts once again drifting to six students. How he missed when the only child he had been worried about was Onyx. He'd tried too. To ignore the oddities that surrounded little Harry Potter. Then the mood shifts had continued. No one else seemed to notice but he did. He knew something was off. Snape had even almost approached Dumbledore again. This time ready to be fiercer and more assertive.

He had suspected something off with the child from the beginning. Had thought that maybe he had an anxiety issue or something along those terms. Then the troll incident had happened, which had put the potion master on edge in and of itself. Following the incident little Harry Potter had remained an oddity. All the professors spoke of how happy the child was in the past few weeks. Spoke of how they'd just ran into the boy laughing away in the corridor. Severus knew different. He wasn't sure exactly the cause, but the mood shifts unnerved him greatly. The happy Harry Potter that sometimes frequented his potions class didn't feel quite like Harry Potter. Severus preferred when the child was shooting him glares through potion fumes.

All of this was concerning to say the least. Apparently to the other professors Harry Potter was always at least content in their classes with the occasional happy to be there mood. Maybe it was because the shift wasn't as obvious in their classes that they didn't notice. Everything was so wrong this year. The Weasleys were another oddity that Severus had never given any extra thought to. They were troublemakers sure, but your average pranksters didn't require much thought in his books, simple discipline did the trick. It wasn't until he saw how seamlessly they adapted to Harry Potter and his moods that he investigated them more.

All the children had a brilliance that had been previously overshadowed by their inept ability to get in trouble. Their oldest William was a curse breaker and the next down, Charlie, was a Dragon handler, both of which were rare and extremely well-respected careers. Percy Weasley was brilliant in his own right and strayed away from the prankster path. That being said, he had witnessed a prank in action by the twin hellions and Percy had filled the older brother role to perfection, covering for them without question.

The twins, as only third years, pulled off pranks that would have the sixth-year marauders envious and in awe. After watching them with a keen eye Severus quickly realized they only claimed responsibility for their simpleton pranks. Their ingenious ones went under the radar and would have remained under the radar if a dark elf hadn't taken to following them around in the shadows. He couldn't say anything for the youngest son except he seemed close to Potter and Granger. All things noticed, he had been right on the verge of demanding the headmaster listen to his concerns. Demand he talk to the boy at least. See where the malfunction was.

He had come so close, even planned out the spells he would be using to demand attention, and then it had happened. He saw the actual shift instead of the usual aftermaths he was used to witnessing. The gloomy boy suddenly becoming just a little bit happier. It was one of the only times he'd seen the immediate shift take place. Most of the other happening when his back was turned. Weasley and Granger had noticed Potters demeanor immediately. It was then Severus noticed that it went beyond acceptance. Weasley had landed a swift elbow to potters' side and with a stern look, that Severus didn't know the meaning of, little Harry had put up a scowl and continued the potion he was working on. A scowl that didn't nearly match the fierceness of the once that had previously resided on his face.

Severus realized that this wasn't merely an anxiety disorder or a personality issue. Weasley and Granger both knew what was going on and they were both covering for Harry. They weren't simply accepting the child; they were actively maneuvering him in a way that made everything seem normal. Intentionally deceiving everyone around them. The knowledge should have pushed Severus over the edge. Should have been the last straw of strange events. But.. Severus Snape was brought back to Lily Evans, who had most certainly been the most important person in his life for a long time.

Contrary to popular belief, Severus had only ever viewed Lily as a sister. They had grown up together and entered the magical world as a pair. It wasn't until Severus had allowed the rejection of his mate to lead him dark that they had distanced. Even then Lily had remained his sister, a member of his clan, really the only other member of his clan that there was beside himself. With her death came a depression that had nearly ruined him, his only solace being that Dumbledore had reassured him Petunia had changed her ways and was happy to have the boy.

He'd allowed himself to forget who the boy was truly. Allowed himself to be content to live separate lives until he'd been sent to retrieve the boy. Harry lived in a nice, upkept house. He'd even started to sniff around a bit. The overwhelming smell of the bleached entryway assaulted his senses causing him to quickly shut them out. When the child's oddities had continued in Hogwarts, he'd done his best to get to the bottom of it. Even if a large factor was ensuring that Onyx was protected. The new knowledge that the child and his counterparts were actively keeping secrets changed things, because while the wizard Severus Snape certainly hadn't claimed Harry Potter as family. His creature side recognized his sister's son.

Severus inhaled deeply, his mind reeling as he slipped on his teaching robes. He couldn't do it. Couldn't tell anyone when he didn't know the risk it had to the child to do so. If Onyx remained safe, Severus couldn't justify putting Lily's son at risk. Didn't know what would come of everyone knowing whatever it was they were trying and succeeding in hiding. As long as his son wasn't affected Severus would keep silent and watch.

Giving one last deep sigh before leaving his quarters Snape diverted his thoughts to something else. Not even willing to think of his concerns around the other professors. Years of being a spy engrained and demanding he keep the secret in its entirety. Even going as far as to remove his complaints of the boy out of his reports he had filed. His long strides quickly led to his arrival at the near empty great hall. The entourage that plagued his thoughts being the usual occupants along with the other professors.

Fifteen minutes later a roar of laughter was heard. Snape glanced up to see the commotion to be met with bright neon blue hair that sat atop Minerva McGonagall's head. Severus snickered before her eyes filled with mirth and rested on something just above making eye contact with the man. Panic fleeted through his brain before conjuring a mirror and examining the, if possible, brighter blue that his black locks had transformed into. Quickly a Finite Incantatem only to muffle a horrified squawk as his before solid blue hair was joined by shimmering maroon glitter.

Ronald Weasley was having, what was quite possibly, the best year of his life. It had started out rough and had gotten more complicated than he'd previously thought possible. Harry killed the troll and then Harry was his sister and his sister was Harry. Then Hermione was considered family and Harry was going to Artemis for therapy. All around it was one big cluster of confusion. With it came something Ron had forgot he was missing. He'd met a side of his sister he'd never had the pleasure of meeting before.

The proof sat in the shocked still potions professor who was examining sparkling blue hair. A horrified look frozen on his face. Oh lord. His body shook with mirth as he attempted to suppress his laughter. He turned his attention to surrounding family. Percy shooting them an amused eye before going back to his homework. "The glitter! Where the bloody hell did the glitter come from?!" His whispered question was met with befuddled looks from all but Harry.

"I made a last-minute adjustment with a spell. It's not even traceable because it attaches to the potion not the person. Cool right?" Harry gave a small smile. Proud of what he had managed to add to the prank. Both twins gave Harry gentle pats on the back and Hermione gave a roll of her eyes before joining in on the laughter.

"Cool? Harry! It's bloody brilliant is what it is!" Ron shot the boy a broad smile. It hadn't taken as long as it should have for Ron to adjust to Harry suddenly being his sister, but he thought he'd done a bloody good job. Last night had been a testament on how well they'd adjusted, as Ginny described what was going on at home while taking residence in Harry's body. He was a little shocked that his parents had gotten Harry to cave like he had. He supposed their looks worked on anyone if given the chance.

Harry really wasn't bad if you knew how to interpret him. He had a wicked sense of humor once he warmed up. His disposition becoming more relaxed with every visit Ginny became him, and Ron assumed Harry became Ginny. Ron assumed that had a great deal to do with the family shrink. A term Hermione had explained in one of Harry's rare complaints. Harry leant closer to Ron, just long enough to whisper that the eldest Weasleys wanted a list sent of things Hermione might like for Christmas.

Ron gave Harry a broad smile, mentally going through the list of things he knew she'd love. If there was anything Ron had learned being at Hogwarts, besides the obvious, it was that his parents were amazing! He had yet to meet a kid whose parents sent home baked goods every other week. Harry didn't utter a word about his life at home and from what Hermione said, her family held a lot to be desired in Ron's opinion. They fashioned her an oddity and in all her time at Hogwarts had only sent two letters. One of which was to inform her she couldn't go home for Christmas.

Harry gave off a chuckle bringing Ron's attention back around. Harry worked to control his mirth as the mental image in Professor McGonagall's chair being transfigured into silver snakes circling around her. A perfect prank for a transfiguration professor. Maybe this life was one he could bear to live.

AN: Here's another chapter for y'all. Reviews are always welcome. Hope you are all staying healthy and safe during the COVID-19 situation.