Yes, I know all you guys were waiting for this, so I will keep you no longer. Just remember, anything you recognize (besides this overused plot) belongs to JKR.

Christmas Magic

Rewritten

Chapter One – They're What!

It was the morning of Christmas Eve and Harry Potter was sleeping soundly on his soft feather bed at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Little did he know, he was being watched. His girlfriend, Hermione Granger, had been watching her boyfriend sleep for the last few minutes, fighting the longing urge to just lay down next to him and glide her hands over his refined Quidditch muscles, but she had a mission. Sirius had told her to wake his godson up, and she accepted without hesitation. She had a plan.

'But he looks almost too peaceful to wake up' she mused, watching his bare chest rise and fall in time with his slow, steady breathing, 'Oh, well.'

She backed up a few steps, and, with a running start, leaped onto his bed, causing him to fall off in a tangle of blankets. However, he was able to recompose himself rather quickly. Leaping back onto his bed, he managed to grab her shoulders, pinning her down, and causing her scream in surprise. Harry muffled this scream by placing his lips on hers and a soft, but very passionate, kiss.

"Hem-hem."

The sound of someone clearing their throat knocked them out of their stupor. Looking over at the doorway, they found it was only Sirius.

"Hermione," he said in mock accusation, "I told you to wake him up, not get in bed with him."

"His fault," Hermione said, pointing to Harry as best she could as she was still being pinned down.

"What?" Harry said, "How is it my fault?"

"Because you were the one who jumped on me."

"You jumped on me first!"

"Yes, but that was to wake you up, which, as he previously stated, Sirius told me to."

"But – but that didn't mean you had to jump on me."

"Face it, Harry," Sirius said, shaking his head at the lover's quarrel, "you just can't beat her logic. Just give it up. Now get dressed; Dumbledore is here and he says he wants to speak with you."

"Dumbledore?" Harry asked, getting up off Hermione and helping her up, "What does he want to talk to me about?"

"Dunno," Sirius said, but his tone told a different story.

"Yes, you do. Tell me."

"Sorry, Harry, I don't know a thing. Now, get dressed, and, Hermione, you're coming with me."

"Do I have to?" Hermione whined, causing Harry to smile.

"Yes. Now, come on, we don't have all morning," Sirius said, starting to get impatient as he set his hands on Hermione's shoulders and steered her out of the room.

"So what does Dumbledore want to speak to Harry about?" Hermione asked once they were out of earshot of Harry's room, "Come on, Sirius, I know you know."

"You caught me, huh?" he asked, smiling.

"Yep. Spill."

"All right, but you have to promise not to talk to Harry about it until after he talks to Dumbledore."

"Okay."

"All right. Well, apparently, when Harry destroyed Voldemort, the emotions, the love, he used to do so also did something else."

"What?"

"It somehow resurrected all of the people Voldemort killed personally. Including…."

"Harry's parents?"

"Prongs and Lils," Sirius confirmed.

"You're serious? Don't say it!"

"Ha ha. Yes, I am, no matter how you want to spell it," he said, causing Hermione to groan.

"But how?"

"Well, you see, my mother named us all astronomical --"

"Not that! I mean, how are his parents alive again?"

"I dunno. Some ancient magic, according to Dumbledore."

"Does it have anything to do with the protection his mum put on him when she got killed?"

"I don't think so, since Dumbledore said that that Diggory kid also came back."

"Cedric?"

"That's it. Anyway, we had better stop talking before Harry catches us."

"Too late."

A voice directly behind them made them jump.

"How much did you hear?" Sirius asked Harry.

"Just something about Cedric."

"That's good. Dumbledore will explain. Now, run along. He's down in the kitchen," he gestured toward the stairs.

"Oh, all right," Harry said, and he turned and headed down to the basement kitchen/sitting room.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he immediately spotted Dumbledore sitting on the couch, silver-white beard glistening in the light of the fire burning in the grate.

"Professor?" Harry announced his presence.

"Ah, Harry, there you are. Come and sit down. As I'm sure Sirius has told you, I have some very exciting news for you," Dumbledore paused here, his blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles, "but first, a question. Harry, do you remember, at the moment you destroyed Lord Voldemort, what emotions you were feeling? and what you were thinking of?"

"Well," Harry said, then swallowed as his throat had grown tight remembering the events of that night, "I remember thinking that everyone who had been killed by Voldemort were finally going to be avenged. And I was thinking about the night Voldemort came back, and seeing the faces of all the people he murdered; Frank Bryce, Bertha Jorkins, Cedric, and…."

"Your parents?"

At this point, Harry could only nod. He never liked talking about, and the Daily Prophet had already made him relive it twice.

"Well, Harry, it seems those particular emotions you were feeling at that time set off some sort of ancient magic that even I was not aware of."

"What are you talking about, professor?"

"Yes, perhaps I should get to the point instead of bestowing you with riddles, but I was almost there. Anyway, I because of this magic that you unleashed, everyone who was personally murdered by Lord Voldemort has, basically, come back to life. Including…?"

"M-my parents?"

"Yes."

"My parents are alive?"

"Yes, your parents are now alive."

"They're what!"

Dumbledore had to chuckle at this reaction, but he remained patient.

"They're alive."

"When can I meet them?"

"Later today. I have to tell them they can come. Actually," he said, looking at his twelve handed watch, "they're expecting my message any time now, so, if you don't have any other questions, I had best be off."

"I don't," Harry could barely get out these two words as his throat had constricted again, only this time with excitement.

"Very well," Dumbledore said standing up, "I can assure you that James and Lily will be here within the hour. Farewell, Harry."

As soon as Dumbledore had Disapparated, Harry ran upstairs to find Hermione.

"Mione," he yelled, spotting her reading (what else?) on the couch in the now human-inhabitable sitting room. She looked up and barely had time to move before he jumped on the couch next to her, releasing a small cloud of dust, "Guess what?"

"Your parents are alive?" Hermione asked, trying not to laugh as the excitement faded from his face so fast it was almost startling.

"How do you know?"

"Sirius told me."

"And you didn't tell me? Hermione Jane, I am disappointed that you would keep a secret of this magnitude from me."

"Okay, one," Hermione said, no longer able to keep the laughter from her voice, "I just found out before you did, and, two, Sirius made me swear not to talk to you about it until you knew. So, when are they coming?"

"Dumbledore said within the hour."

"And you realize there's only fifteen minutes left before the hour is over?"

"They should be here soon, then."

Ten minutes later, Harry and Hermione were still sitting on the very same couch, waiting for any notification that Harry's parent's had arrived.

Harry, who was lying in his Animagus form for better hearing, with his head on Hermione's lap, was starting to get bored and restless, often getting up and shaking or stretching before lying back down.

"You know, being restless isn't going to bring them here any faster," Hermione said after the fifth time the great white wolf had stood up and shook, getting very visible hair all over the black couch (and her), before transforming back into Harry.

"Do you think I can help but be restless? Just imagine you've never met your parents, Hermione!"

"There's no need to use that tone with me," she said, somewhat sternly, "And you technically have met your parents."

"When I was one! Do you think I remember that?"

"I'm not saying it's a time you remember. It's just --"

"Harry!"
Harry moved so fast Hermione could have sworn he had Disapparated at the sound of Sirius' voice.

His heart was racing in his throat when he reached the bottom of the stairwell. He stopped dead when he saw the two people standing in the foyer, not believing what he was seeing. He really did look just like his father….

Yes, I'm evil, aren't I? Anyway, I just hope you're happy I have this story back up, and if you don't like the revised version, too bad, because I love it. No like, no read. R&R please!