HP Magic Biography

She must be joking...

Harry awoke to find a bulging stocking lying at the end of his bed. He put on his glasses and looked around. The small window was completely covered with snow. Ron was sitting upright on the bed in front of the window, examining a thick gold necklace.

What's that? Harry asked.

It's from Lavender, said Ron, sounding disgusted. She doesn't really think I'm wearing...

Harry took a closer look, then laughed out loud. The letters dangling on the gold necklace read My Sweetheart.

Not bad, Harry shook his head, trying not to let himself think about the bad scene in his previous dream.

The crying of the child, the corpse... Voldemort must have done something good, but in fact, Harry didn't know what Voldemort was doing. The connection between them has become weaker and weaker recently. Harry hasn't had such a bad dream for a long time up.

It's beautiful. You've got to wear it in front of Fred and George. Harry shook his head, trying not to think about the bad stuff.

If you tell them, said Ron, tucking the necklace out of sight under the pillow, I-I-I'll-

Just stuttering at me? Harry grinned, mocking Ron wantonly.

Think about it, would I say it? Harry said solemnly, looking at Ron with burning eyes.

Maybe... Ron curled his lips. Regarding Harry's words...if it was placed on Fan Lin...the credibility...

But...how could she think I like that stuff? Ron questioned into the air, looking quite shocked.

Well, think about it, said Harry. Have you ever accidentally told her you like to show up with a necklace around your neck that says 'My Sweetheart'?

Well...we really haven't talked much, said Ron. Mainly in...

Kiss, Harry said.

Well, yes, Ron hesitated, obviously this is not something that can be shared casually, Lavender is really...

Oh, she likes you so much. Harry completed what Ron had left to say, Okay, now I'm clear, so...

so……

I think we can unpack first, said Harry, interrupting Ron's chances of continuing the show...

Harry's presents included a sweater with a giant Snitch on the front that Mrs Weasley had knitted herself, a large box of Weasley's Weasleys from the twins, and a hairy smelling Mildewed damp package with a label reading: To the master, from Kreacher.

Harry stared at the gift from Kreacher with scrutiny. If it was Dobby, Harry felt that it would be more reliable. Although there was nothing good about it, but if it came from Kreacher...

Do you think it's safe to open this thing? Harry asked.

There won't be anything dangerous, our mail is still being checked by the Ministry, Ron replied, though he too looked at the package suspiciously.

I didn't think of giving Kreacher anything. Do people usually give their house-elves Christmas presents? Harry asked, prodding the package discreetly.

Hermione will, said Ron. But before you feel guilty, see what it is.

Moments later, Harry jumped out of his camp bed with a yelp; the bundle contained a mass of maggots.

Nice, said Ron, laughing wildly. Great idea.

I'd rather have this than that necklace, said Harry, and Ron stopped laughing immediately.

MMP!

What?

It's nothing, said Ron, shaking his head, then checked his presents...

You mean, is Hermione really mad? Ron asked.

What? Harry was looking at the large box of chocolates Hermione had given him.

Oh sure, so, what's up? Harry asked.

Here I am... Ron looked at the nearly unwrapped presents.

Hermione didn't get you a present for Christmas? Harry asked, So, have you prepared?

... forgot... Ron said, Lavender...

Oh, it's not Lavender's fault... Harry interrupted, So, I think, before Van Lin and Hermione come, I think you'd better figure out how to apologize to Hermione.

The two of them are coming? When?

I don't know. Harry said, Before school started, Fan Lin and Hermione left with that vampire. I heard they went to find Nicolas.

France? Ron thought for a while, Maybe soon, Dumbledore let them go?

Harry paused...

Of course, said Harry, and pulled out a large package from underneath.

What's this? Ron glanced at it, and then dug out the same package in the ground.

Sent by Fan Lin. Harry said, pulling out a card from the top, The latest product may give you some surprises.

Surprise? Ron said, pulling out a black cloak from the package...

Uh... the same style as Snape? Ron looked at the black sand-like material. Fortunately, it was not transparent, Invisibility cloak?

If you think the invisible beast is easy to catch... Harry paused, and immediately put the cloak on his body. How about it?

Not bad. Ron nodded, I didn't expect Fan Lin's craftsmanship...

Wait... Harry looked carefully at the cloak, one dark line after another under the black... I think I may know what this is, Fan Lin told us, Fred and George products, he is in charge of improving...

Defensive cloak? Ron said in surprise, The latest model?

It should be like this... Harry stood up, Ron, hit me with a spell.

Attack you? Ron hesitated, We won't...

Oh, it's okay, we...

With a swipe, a stun spell was thrown from Ron's wand. Harry had almost no possibility of thinking, but felt that something twitched his magic power, and then he lay down on the bed.

MMP! Harry hardly hesitated.

This thing... Ron's eyes lit up, I think it's much easier to use than Fred's.

Precious, okay. Harry said, looking at Ron angrily, Shall I try it for you?

Uh... Ron looked at the cloak carefully, I think maybe we can study other magical functions, by the way, didn't Fan Lin give you an instruction manual or something?

He just said that there are surprises... Harry said, I think Fan Lin is not very reliable in doing things now. I think he might just imitate Dumbledore's way.

In what way?

Unfathomable (pretentious...)! Harry shrugged, I think I'll find out when he comes back.

...

As everyone sat at the table preparing Christmas lunch, everyone was wearing new sweaters, except for Fleur (clearly Mrs. Weasley didn't want to waste one on her) and Mrs. Weasley herself, who was showing off a brand new A dark blue witch hat, sparkling with tiny diamond stars, and a stunning gold necklace.

Fred and George gave it to me! They're pretty, aren't they?

Well, we find ourselves thanking you more and more, Mother, and now we wash our own socks, said George, with a cheerful wave of his hand. Some parsnips, Remus?

Harry, you've got a maggot in your hair, Ginny said happily, leaning over to pick it out; Harry felt goosebumps on his neck, which had nothing to do with the maggot.

It's terrible, Fleur shivered artificially for a while.

said Ron. Some broth, Fleur? Ron, eager to help Fleur, knocked over the saucer of broth; Bill waved his wand, and the broth obediently flew back to the saucer.

You're as bad as that Tonks, Fleur said to Ron, kissing Bill in thanks. She's always knocking over—

I have my dear Tonks here today, said Mrs Weasley, glaring at Fleur, unnecessarily slamming down the carrot.

But she doesn't want to come. Have you spoken to her lately, Remus?

No, I don't have much contact with anyone right now, Lupine said. But Tonks has to stay with his own family too, doesn't he?

Hmph, said Mrs. Weasley. Perhaps. Actually, I seem to remember her getting ready to spend Christmas alone.

Weasley gave Lupine an annoyed look, as though it was his fault that her daughter-in-law was Fleur and not Tonks, but Harry glanced at Fleur, who was feeding Bill turkey with a fork, and he thought Weasley Mrs. Sly turned up the old score again.

However, he remembered a question about Tonks. Who else could give a better answer than Lupine, who knew the Patronus well?

Tonks' Patronus has changed shape, he told Lupine. Anyway, Snape said it. I don't know it's okay. Why do Patronuses change shape?

Lupine chewed the turkey deliberately, and when he had swallowed he said slowly, Sometimes... a hard blow... a sudden change of feeling...

It looks huge, with four legs, Harry lowered his voice as if suddenly thinking of something. Hey...could it be—?

Arthur! said Mrs. Weasley suddenly. She got up from her chair; hands on her chest, stared out of the kitchen window.

Arthur—it's Percy!

What? Mr. Weasley turned away. Everyone looked quickly to the windows; Ginny stood up to get a better view. It was indeed Percy Weasley, striding across the snowy yard, his horn-rimmed glasses gleaming in the sun. Yet he is not alone.

Arthur, he's—he's with the Minister! It was clear enough that the man Harry had seen in the Daily Prophet was following Percy, slightly limping, with long hair. Thick gray hair, black cloak speckled with snowflakes.

Before anyone could speak, and before Mr. and Mrs. Weasley exchanged a shocked look, the back door opened and Percy stood there.

There was a painful silence. Then Percy said gruffly, Merry Christmas, Mom!

Oh, Percy! said Mrs. Weasley, going over to let Percy hug her. Rufus Scrimgeour stood at the door, leaning on his crutches, watching this touching scene with a smile.

Excuse our interruption, said Scrimgeour, and Mrs. Weasley turned to look at him, wiping her eyes with a smile. Percy and I were around - work, you know - so he couldn't help but want to come over and see you all.

But Percy made no attempt to greet the rest of the family. He stood erect, staring awkwardly over the heads of each of them.

Mr. Weasley, Fred and George watched him blankly.

Please come in and sit down, Minister! Mrs. Weasley looked a little embarrassed, and she straightened her hat. Come for some lame (turkey) chicken, or some tu (pu) ding... I mean—

No, no, dear Molly, said Scrimgeour. Harry guessed he had figured out her name from Percy before entering the house. I don't want to bother you, and if Percy didn't want to see you all so badly, I wouldn't be here...

Oh, Perth! Mrs. Weasley kissed him tearfully.

...we're only visiting for five minutes, so you and Percy go ahead and I'll walk around the yard. No, no, I assure you I don't want to interrupt! I wonder if anyone would like to show me your lovely gardens... ah , that young man finished eating, why don't you take a walk with me?

The atmosphere at the table had visibly changed. Everyone's eyes flicked between Scrimgeour and Harry. Nobody believed that Scrimgeour didn't know Harry's name, or that the Minister had just happened to pick him on to walk around the garden with him, because Ginny, Fleur, and George had empty plates too.

Yeah, all right, Harry broke the silence. He wasn't stupid; although Scrimgeour kept saying they happened to be working around here, and that Percy wanted to see the family, that was the real reason for their trip, and Scrimgeour wanted to talk to Harry alone.

That's all right, said Harry, for Lupine seemed to stand up as he passed.

It's all right, he added hastily when Mr. Weasley opened his mouth to speak.

Brilliant! Scrimgeour let Harry walk out the door. We'll just walk around the gardens, and then Percy and I will take our leave. Go on, you all!

Scrimgeour limped slightly beside him as Harry walked across the yard into the Weasleys' overgrown, snowy garden. Harry knew that he had once been the head of the Auror office; he looked tough, with his battle-scarred face, a stark contrast to the fat Fudge under his bowler hat.

Fascinating, Scrimgeour stopped by the garden railing, looking at the snow-covered grass and indistinguishable plants. Charming.

Harry didn't speak. He knew Scrimgeour was watching him.

I've wanted to see you for a long time, said Scrimgeour after a while. do you know?

I don't know, Harry said honestly.

Oh, yes, a long time. But Dumbledore took great care of you, said Scrimgeour.

Normal, of course it's normal, after all you've been through... especially what happened at the Ministry of Magic... He waited for Harry to say something, but Harry didn't give in to his request, so he Then he said, I've been looking forward to an opportunity to talk to you since I took office, but Dumbledore - as I said, I understand - blocked it.

Harry just waited silently.

Rumours are flying! said Scrimgeour. Well, of course we all understand how distorted these reports are...all the gossip about prophecies...saying you're 'the right one'...