Me: …so yea um…hi everybody, how was your Christmas and New Years or soon to be New Years? Don't hex me!

Once again, I got sick – blasted infection – and had to spend Christmas in the hospital and stayed there until the 29th. Well, nothing special happen to me in Christmas so no big deal. Hey, at least I don't have IV antibiotics this time around, right?

By anyway, I would like to thank Manga Girl Geek and Sakura Lisel for the reviews.

Sakura: To answer your question, Hogwarts has a book when a muggleborn, halfblood and pureblood are born. I will mention this more in the twins second year, but if it did confuse others, I'm sorry for not explaining it much more detail…I blame my liver and lower back pain meds.

Now, onward to the story! Enjoy!

After the first Quidditch game, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin which the Gryffindors barely won, Hogwarts itself was covered in several feet of snow. That means Christmas was coming.

No one could wait for the holidays to start even though there were some small exams beforehand. Mostly the first and second years were nervous about their exams, but they were easy in Azalea, Hermione and Harry's point of view. Not for Ron while Iris was alright but had trouble in charms and potions.

Before the week, McGonagall came to the common room to make a list of students who would be staying for the holidays. Ron and his brothers will be staying since their parents will be going to Romania to visit their older brother, Charlie.

"What you are going to do on Christmas, Iris?" asked Ron.

"Probably to another Yule ball or something," replied Iris. "Back in France, my family would go to the Yule ball in the Ministry since my uncle is the Head of the Auror Department."

"Oh," said Ron. "Um…do you think you can stay here in Hogwarts? So, I wouldn't feel alone with my annoying brothers."

Iris frowned, "Sorry Ron, I can't, but I can ask my uncle if you and your brothers can come over for Christmas."

Ron smiled, "Really? O-Okay!"

Days before the students left, Iris got a reply from her uncle telling her that the Weasley's were welcome to Potter Manor for Christmas. But he also reminds her about the small family reunion the day after Christmas.

"Do you think we should tell them?" said Harry.

Iris bit her lip, "We should, but it's sort of too late now. If they don't want to, they don't have to be in the reunion."

Azalea snorted, "Let's just hope there's no blood shed."

During the train ride back to London, Percy was asking questions to Harry and Azalea about the Ministry in France while Iris was telling the Weasley twins and Ron about the Quidditch field and the stable.

Once arriving to the platform, the Weasley's followed the Potter siblings to where their aunt and uncle were waiting. The moment Petunia spotted them; she squealed happily before given them a death hug.

"Oh, how I missed you so much," cried Petunia. "How is Hogwarts? Are you having fun? How are you performing in your classes? Are you behaving in your godfather's class?"

Ron mouthed 'godfather' to Harry.

Harry whispered, "Tell yea when we get to the manor."

"Come on dear, they look exhausted. I'm Alexander Potter and this is my wife, Petunia Potter nee Evans. Now since there are seven of yea; we'll be traveling through floo to Potter Manor."

The Weasley boys nodded.

"Alright, let's go," said Alex.

Upon reaching to the fireplace, Alex told the Weasley boys the floo address to Potter Manor. Within seconds, the small group was in a large living room and in the middle of the room were two house elves.

"Welcome back Lord Potter, Lady Potter and young master and mistresses," greeted the house elves, happily. "And welcome to Potter Manor, young master Weasley boys."

"Linda, if you don't mind showing the Weasley's their wing," said Alex as the Weasley boys widen their eyes.

"Of course, please follow me Weasley boys," said Linda, happily. Dumbfounded, Ron and his brothers followed the house elf to the east of the manor.

"Unpack your things to your rooms, then show the Weasley's to the diner room," said Alex to the Potter siblings before leaving the living room with Petunia.

Once their stuff was unpacked, the Potter siblings guide the Weasley's to the diner room where Alex and Petunia was waiting for them. When they took their seats, the food appeared before them and started eating.

"So, tell me everything," started Petunia.

"Well, there's not much to say Aunt Petunia," said Harry.

"Only that I'm rubbish in charms and potions," said Iris, pouting. "I'm glad I'm paired up with my brother, if not, my grade will be a Troll…sometimes I'm glad that Harry makes me read my potion book ahead of time."

"And I quiz you if you did read the chapter or not," said Azalea.

"Um, I don't want to sound nosy, but who's Harry's godfather?" said Ron, nervously.

Alex laughed, "No need to be nervous, Ronald; we're practically family. Now, to answer your question, Sirius Black is Iris' godfather while Severus Snape is Harry's godfather."

Ron and his brother's mouths open.

"Your godfather is the dungeon bat?!" said Ron.

"Oi, watch it!" snapped Harry. He crossed his arms, "Yes, Professor Snape is my godfather because he viewed my mother and aunt like sisters."

"Oh, I see," murmured Ron.

"So, it was Professor Snape that allowed you to bring your snake familiar to school, correct?" said Percy as Harry nodded. Percy smiled, "You're lucky Potter. Not only does your uncle works in a high position in the Ministry, but a Professor as a godfather in Hogwarts."

Iris shrugged, "So? It's not like we get special treatment. Professor Snape warned us that he suspects us to have excellent grades in Potions."

The Weasley twins whistled.

"You have one strict godfather, Harry," said George.

"Does he give out nasty punishments if you misbehave at home?" asked Fred.

Harry thought for a moment, "Mm…there was one time that he spanked me because I tried to brew a potion without supervision. It was my first time that I got spanked from my godfather and I was grounded for a week from my aunt."

"What potion were you making?" asked the Weasley twins.

"Something that a five-year-old shouldn't be brewing," replied Petunia.

"Five?! You were trying to brew at the age of five, Potter!" said Percy.

"Harry, call me Harry and yes, I was sort of interested to brew something after watching my godfather brew."

"By the way father, will there be a Yule ball in the Ministry of Magic?" asked Azalea.

"Yes, but not in the Ministry, but rather in Malfoy Manor," replied Alex. "It seems Minister Fudge is good friends with Lord Malfoy and always have the Yule ball in his manor every year."

Ron and his brothers looked uncertain.

"Um…we didn't bring any formal robes, sir," said Percy.

Petunia snapped her fingers and four boxes appeared before them. "I asked your mother your measurements and send it to my tailor in France to make you some. An early Christmas gifts from us boys."

Ron and his brothers had a huge smile on their faces before opening the boxes. Ron ran his fingers on the silk formal robes; something new and not a hand-me-down.

"Thank you, madam!"

"Aunt Petunia, boys. We'll be teaching you how to dance, and act around the British purebloods since I know that they don't like your family much."

Ron and his brothers nodded.

Alex winked, "Not too worry. They wouldn't know it's you after I'm finished with yea."

-Malfoy Manor, Yule Ball-

"Lord and Lady Potter, welcome," greeted Narcissa, opening the door. "Please come in. You're just in time. The others are at the entertainment room while the children are at the West wing. Suzie, will you take the children to the others."

"I hope you don't mind, but I have brought some of my distant cousins with me," said Alex.

Narcissa smiled, "Oh not at all. Any relatives of yours are welcome in my home."

"Children don't cause any trouble," warned Petunia.

The Potter siblings and the others nodded before following the small house elf to the west wing. Iris was slightly worried since this will be the first time that her godfather attends a pureblood Yule ball after so many years.

'Don't you worry,' assured Harry thought their mind link. 'Our uncles will make sure Sirius wouldn't make a scene…like in his fifth year.'

Iris nodded before entering the living room of the west wing. Inside, there was mostly Slytherins and Ravenclaws that she somewhat recognized in Hogwarts.

"Hey, you made it," shouted Draco. He walked over to them with his friends, "How's your holidays been going? And who are these four?"

"Our holidays are pretty good, and these four are distant cousins of ours," replied Azalea.

"From France?" asked Blaise. He tilted his head, "Though they do look awfully familiar…"

"We should be familiar…"

"Since we do go to Hogwarts…"

"We're in our third year!" said twins.

"Fifth year and Prefect for me," said Percy.

"…and I'm in the same year as you," said Ron.

Draco and his friends looked at the four redheads before Daphne gasp. She pointed at them, "Merlin! You're the Weasley's!"

"What?!"

The Weasley twins winked, "Correct! Five points to the Ice Princess Slytherin!"

"But…how? You don't look nothing like a Weasley at all," said Theodore.

Harry smirked, "The results of my aunt's fashion touch and my uncle's tutoring of pureblood tradition…well just the basics."

Draco and his friends blinked a bit before laughing.

"Oh, that explains everything including the new robes!" said Draco.

"They were early Christmas gifts from Aunt Petunia," replied Percy. "She even gave some formal clothes to our parents, our older brothers, and little sister."

"I can see why Lord Potter would accept you," said Pansy. "His mother was a Black and if I recall, your father and mother is related to the Black family as well."

Draco frowned, "Well, I don't accept them. They're filthy blood traitors."

Azalea crossed her arms, "And why are they filthy blood traitors, Draco? What's the reason?"

Draco was about to reply before closing his mouth. He tapped his chin, "…to tell you the truth, I have no idea. This feud between the Weasley's and my family has been going on for centuries."

"I believe is because our great-great-grandfather got curious with muggles and how they survive without magic," replied Percy. "The Malfoy's warned him not mess with them, but he didn't listen. Over time, the purebloods labeled our family blood traitors because we didn't want to follow old traditions any longer."

The older Slytherins nodded.

"So why not end the feud?" asked Iris. "It shouldn't matter if the Weasley's don't follow the old ways. Magic is magic, no matter where it comes from or taught."

"The same with the muggleborns," said Harry. "What if the muggleborns were born from squibs? And muggleborns' magic is not weak, but stronger cause is new raw magic. Purebloods on the other hand, inbred with distant cousins, resulting squibs or children with weak magic."

All the children and teens started gathering around to hear what Harry was saying.

"If is not for the 'light' families that marry off with the muggleborns, then the world of magic would have disappeared centuries ago," said Azalea.

"But how can the muggles survive without magic?" asked Marcus. "My parents say they're barbaric and uneducated beings."

Iris smirked, "That's because they haven't seen the muggle world as of late. They have advanced their living methods and have invented technology…"

The entire night, the Potter siblings informed the purebloods children about the changes in the muggle world has happened throughout the years. Some were impressed of the ordeal the muggles had to face while others were in awe upon hearing of the advance technology that they use on the daily bases.

Returning to Potter Manor, the children went to bed quite late.

In the morning, Harry was sleeping peacefully when he was rudely interrupted by his twin. "Wakey, wakey, Har-Har! Present time!" she said, happily.

Harry turned around, "Go away, Lils. It's too early."

Iris pulled her brother's covers, "It's never too early for presents. Now get up or I'll get Uncle Sirius to wake you up."

Harry got up, "You're plain evil! Fine, fine, I'm up! I'll meet you down there."

Iris squealed, happily before running out, shouting, "It's Christmas! Presents everyone! Get up!"

Harry grabbed his night robe before heading out from his room. He ran into Ron and his brothers in the main foyer. The five of them went to the living room to see Iris opening one of her presents.

"Look what Malinda gave me," said Iris, showing her brother a beautiful Lily hairpiece.

"She always gives you some sort of flower hairpiece each year," said Harry, sitting down next to his sister. He looked under the tree to see that the house elves had separated the gifts already. He snapped his fingers and levitated the gifts for the Weasley's. "These are yours guys."

Ron and his brothers widen their eyes before tearing up the gifts. That's how the adults found the young children, surrounded by colored wrappers and opened boxes.

The Weasley boys got their usual jumpers from their mother and so did the Potter siblings. Harry got one with a snake around the letter H; Iris got one with a lily flower around the letter I; and Azalea got one with an eagle on top of the letter A.

"Well, looks like you three are officially Weasley's," said Ron while looking at his jumper with annoyance, "I don't like the color maroon…"

Iris smiled, "Well, I like it. It shows how much your mother loves you."

"…yea, you're right," said Ron before putting on his jumper.

The Potter siblings received their gifts from their friends in France and from Hogwarts.

"What did Malfoy give yea?" asked Ron.

Harry got an advanced Potion book in French, Iris got an emerald pendent with special protection charms on it, and Azalea got an advanced Runes book.

"Can you read that Harry?" asked George.

"Some, but my aunt can help me out," replied Harry before spotting something underneath the tree. He took the wrapped package and looked over it but found no name on it minus his own name and his sister's. "Strange, wonder who would have sent this to us?"

"May I see that Harry?" asked Alex. Harry handed his uncle the mysterious package.

Alex unwrapped the package and inside he saw an all too familiar cloak. He glared at it before spotting a small parchment on top of the cloak.

Your father left this in my possession before he died.
It is time was returned to both of you.
Use it well.
A very Merry Christmas to both of you.

"Damn you Dumbledore," murmured Alex. He wrapped the cloak, "This is a Potter's heirloom; passed down from father to son. This is called an Invisibility cloak and it was your father's, but now it's yours by birth right."

Harry stared at the cloak, "…shouldn't it be at the family vault?"

"Yes, it should have," said Alex, "But for some odd reason, Dumbledore asked for it before your parents went into hiding."

"I wonder why Dumbledore took this long to return the cloak," said Sirius.

"Who knows, at least its back to where it belongs," said Iris, eyeing the cloak with mischievous look. "If you're not planning on using it Harry, I wouldn't mind borrowing it."

"Oh no you don't, young lady!" snapped Petunia. She glared, "I know that look. It's the same look that James would use when he was about to do a bloody prank! No, this cloak will be sent back to the family vault where it stays there."

Iris pouted, "Ruin my fun…"

"Oh yes, a mini James Potter, alright," said Severus while Sirius laughed.

"Now, now, that's enough. We have family coming over soon," said Remus.

"Family?" asked Ron.

"Just a small get-to-gather with the Malfoy's and Sirius' younger brother, Regulus," replied Azalea. "If you guys don't want to be in the reunion, that's fine."

"Actually, I don't mind attending," said Percy.

"Either are we," said the Weasley twins.

Ron bit his lip, "I-I don't mind either. Malfoy wasn't so bad yesterday."

"Then best get you all ready, but first breakfast," said Alex. The children nodded before heading over to the diner room.

-Break Line-

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