The christmas of harry Potter

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**Ten Adventures for a Little Hobbit." 50 years later and the adventure continues.
Parts 1 through 12 finished. 13 is still being written.
Aragorn is in great danger of his cock becoming the main meal of an orc.
Arwen and their children come to the rescue.
** Save Santa." Christmas is over and what happened to Santa Claus next? Well, he's in big dancer to become the meal of an evil family....
**The Christmas of Harry Potter.'
Harry and Ron look forward to Christmas.
Until they hear that around this time there is always someone very sad.
They immediately decide to help.

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**Tien avonturen voor een kleine Hobbit.” 50 jaar later en het avontuur gaat verder.
Deel 1 t/m 12 klaar. 13 wordt nog steeds geschreven.
Aragorn loopt groot gevaar dat zijn pik de hoofdmaaltijd van een orc wordt.
Arwen en hun kinderen schieten te hulp.
** Red de kerstman.” Kerstmis is voorbij en wat gebeurde er daarna met de kerstman? Nou, hij is in grote danseres om de maaltijd te worden van een kwaadaardige familie...
**The Christmas of Harry Potter.'
Harry en Ron kijken uit naar Kerstmis.
Tot ze horen dat er rond deze tijd altijd wel iemand heel verdrietig is.
Ze besluiten meteen te helpen.

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HARRY POTTER'S CHRISTMAS.
Harry sat on his bed and read the instructions for cleaning his broomstick. Yesterday they had another match against the Huffelpufs, which they won, of course, but they were up to their noses in mud. Harry is only fourteen and has become the youngest Seeker. He's still proud of that.
He looks up with a broad grin. Dobby decided to make this Christmas extra nice for him when he heard that Harry's own family, the Dursleys, had never given him a nice Christmas.
When Harry woke up this morning, he looked at a large paper taped to the wall. Dobby had found someone to give him enchanted ink so that each word was red and green in turn. Not only that. The words seemed to explode in the brightest shades so that you almost needed sunglasses to read the text.

"Nice Cistmas. (Dobby had forgotten the R.) Sir Harry. Have fun and nice packages."
In addition, a garland of green and red painted empty cans with pine branches and holly in between hung from the roof of the four-poster bed. The cans weren't entirely clean, so there was soon an odour of rotting food, but Harry conjured away the can smell and now he was the only one in the room with the most beautifully decorated bed in all of Hogwarts, according to Ron. Ron also had a paper. "Nice Christmas, (here is the R.) Mr. Ron friend of dear Mr. Harry." He had a garland of champagne corks painted red and green and was quite happy with it.
Apparently the news spread quickly through the castle, so boys were constantly peeking around corners at their beds. There was some laughter, but not even mocking. Everyone thought it was great that Harry had freed Dobby from his violent masters.

Suddenly Harry noticed something that he thought could only be made by a ghost. The eerie wailing was rapidly approaching. He quickly turns around and sees Ron standing there to his surprise. His friend is pale as a ghost and is shivering with his arms around him.
‘What happened to you?’ Harry drops the book and quickly jumps up, 'Did Malfedius curse you?'
'No.' Ron shakes his head. He walks over to his bed, snatches the blanket from it and flips it round himself. Somewhere in the thick blanket, mutterings can be heard.
'What?' Harry leans forward, 'What are you saying?'
Ron's face appears, looking a little less pale. He hurries to the stove and with a wave of his wand, quickly lights a fire. 'Almost decapitated Henk,' nods Ron. He presses his buttocks against the warm stove and shudders with wide eyes. ‘He ran right through me!’
'Ah,' Harry laugh. ‘He does that often, it's just a joke.’
'No!' Ron touches Harry's cheek with just one finger. That finger feels like it's frozen!
Harry looks outside with a smile. It has been snowing, he sees a beautiful snowy landscape outside, in which Hagrid's house is cheerfully decorated with pine cones and tangerines. Tomorrow is indeed Christmas. ‘Now that you mention it,' he nods too. 'Henk hasn't been looking very cheerful lately, has he?'
'He doesn't say a word, to anyone, and Neville claimed to hear him crying,' Ron shivers.
'What, a ghost can't cry?' Um,’ Harry remembers Jenny in the girls' toilets.
The boys have to go to their potions class. They don't have time to worry about anything. Snape is asking them to make a rather difficult potion this time.
‘Bibendum Vitae!’ Snape paces back and forth in front of the class with his cloak flapping. ‘One of the most difficult potions there is. Strong enough to bring a dead person back to life, provided their body has not left it for more than a day.’
‘But Professor!’ Simon jumps up. 'Why don't we keep the potion with us for when someone you love dies, to make them live again?’
Harry knows Simon's grandfather died a few days ago, he hasn't said anything, but every night soft sobs echo from under his blankets.
Snape stares at Simon, his face contorted with disgust. Everyone expects him to deduct at least ten points. Snape ignores Simon and continues pacing. ‘Bibendum Vitae,' he says measuredly, 'contains an ingredient that makes the making of this potion extra difficult.’
Simon sat down and all the children stare at the wizard. His beetle-black eyes look around from under his long straight hair. The still-beating heart of a living person!

'Choke.' Simon bows his head, 'my mother is ill,' he whisper 'I'm so scared she'll die too, if I had some of that drink now...'
'Fill your cauldron one third full of water and go to the ingredients cupboard. We will make the potion down to the last ingredient. Who knows, if you ask me very nicely.' Snape's lips curl into a mocking smile. 'I'd be happy to finish the potion. We could take a live animal for that.' Snape's eyes wander to Willibrord, Neville's toad. The boy presses his toad against him and for the first time in his life he looks at the teacher with defiance.
They spend some time working on the potion and hardly anyone, not even Draco, manages to get it to perfection. Of course, the potion in Hermione's cauldron is as silver as a mirror. Everyone expects a compliment. Snape glances into the cauldron and turns away in silence. He then turns to Neville and scolds him for managing to burn a hole in his cauldron so that an unpleasantly smelly brown sludge is seeping across the floor.
‘You can go,’ Snape says with a tone of contempt that he only saves for Harry. ‘Get out of here.’ When the class want to clean their cauldrons with their wands and the spell Mundare Sanito. Snape orders everyone to leave their cauldrons as they are. Get out,' he snarls, ‘and quickly!’
No one will say that twice. They grab their bags and get out of the classroom. Harry looks back. To his surprise Snape is standing by Hermione's cauldron and fills a rather large bottle with the potion. He hides it under his robe with a furtive gesture. Harry is immediately worried. What would Snape do with the potion?
Spirits are floating by in the hall while singing Christmas carols. A smothered jingle sounds from a suit of armour. Everywhere there were beautiful Christmas trees, hand-picked by Hagrid from the forbidden forest and decorated by Professor Banning with golden bells, garlands of silver thread and fairies with glittering wings frolicking around.
‘Oh boy, oh boy,' Ron rubs his hands. 'Tomorrow is Christmas, I've asked Mum for a new pair of shoes, these are getting pretty tight.'
Harry looks down as Ron shows a rather worn shoe. ‘Listen, I need new shoes myself,’ he says hastily. ‘How about tomorrow...’
‘Hey Ginny!’ Ron quickly runs away from him. ‘Did you ask Mum for new shoes too?’ Ron hurries over to his sister. 'Tomorrow is Christmas,' Ginny says cheerfully. 'Hi Harry, what are you asking for Christmas?'
'Um,' Harry shrugs. The only family he has, the Dursey’s, would laugh at him if he asked them for a present. He's never asked anyone for anything on Hogwards, but he's always been given presents and he like it to buy things for his frends, now that he has a safe full of gold at Goldilocks. He would love to do something for Ron, but his friend won't let him.
Harry suddenly feels an icy wave of melancholy slide through him. He screams in terror, its is like they're pouring a bucket of ice-cold water over him.
Draco and his mates Goyle and Crabbe pass by and laugh at him. Draco imitates Harry's frightened scream and makes a face like he's about to freeze to death. He'll be a big hit with his classmates again.
'Get lost, Malfedius,' growls Ron and gives Harry a poke. "Look," he says.
Harry tries to move and feels his frozen neck crack when he looks back. Almost decapitated Henk floats through the corridor with his head bowed deeply and doesn't care if he hits a pupil here or there. The student then jumps aside in a frightened scream, shivering like a sodden cat.
The spirit is hardly transparent; it has more the shape of something that looks like putty.
' 'Why does he do that? 'Ron shakes his head, 'Doesn't he care if he gives someone a heart attack?'
'It's called heart failure, little brother.' Fred appears beside them. George on the other side.
'He can't see anyone anymore,' George shakes his head. 'I was just trying to hit on a cute sixth grader, he floats right through her.'
'Yeah, she ran off like a screaming kitchen maid,' Fred grins.
'Do you know why he does this every Christmas?' Harry looks at the twins questioningly.
'Ask Filch,' grins George. 'He keeps a book on Ghosts misbehaving.'
'Yes,' Fred nods. 'Hoping that Dumbledore will exorcise them.'
'Little chance of that,' the brothers say simultaneously. 'Dumbledore loves our haunted Castle.'
'Hey, there she is again,' George hisses. The twins quickly run up to a cute girl with long blonde hair.
'Does Filch keep a book on Ghosts Who Misbehave?' Harry shakes his head.
'That should take Peeves to at least six filing cabinets,' grins Ron. ‘And you know what?’ The boys look at each other and grin simultaneously. ‘Would love to know what's written about Peeves,’ nods Harry.
Naturally, between the another students, their feet shuffle in the direction of Filch's study. They've got an hour off, so they can just stand there until the corridors get emptier and emptier. Harry and Ron lean against the wall next to Filch's desk and peek around. There's no one left. A quick glance around and Harry knocks on the door of the room. There's no answer. They know that Vilders is roaming the corridors hoping to catch a truant student.
For a moment they play hammer, scissors, stone, for who will enter the lion's den.
Ron loses. He knocks once more, just to be sure, before opening the door.
The room is and remains empty. ‘I'll call three times as the tawny owl, when he arrives,’ Harry nods to his friend.
Ron doesn't dare. 'Hadn't you better go?' Shakily, he shrugs his shoulders. ‘Mum's skinning me! She's furious when I'm caught in Skinners' room.'
'Now go! Harry gives him a firm shove and quickly closes the door behind his friend.
He then leans against the wall with his arms folded as some freshmen dribble past. They stand still and take him in cheekily. ‘Move on, Harry snarls.
They look at his face, which is quite stern, and lauch at him. ‘Look, he wants to take over Filch's job,' says one of them.
Harry feels quite embarrassed when he hears that, and his cheeks turn red. Imagine, as a half wisard, he'll only be able to become a caretaker in Wizarding Land. Even now, a shiver ran down his spine.
Maybe that's what will cheer him up when the three ghosts come by singing Christmas carols. ‘Excuse me,’ he steps forward, ‘may I ask you something?’
They evade him and, while singing, simply float on by.
Ron stands in Filch's room, staring at filing cabinets filled with texts like. “Mischievous pupils.” “Often over the top students.” He quickly pulls it open and, as expected, there's a whole drawer with nothing but G and F Weasels in it. Ron can't help himself and grabs a file. When he reads what his brothers have done, a satisfied grin slides over his face. Their mother doesn't know about this. Just wait, he'll be able to kick his brothers' asses with this. He quickly stuffs some files under his robe.
There is a giggle in the corridor. He looks back, caught off guard. ‘Ghosts behaving badly.’ ‘Ghosts behaving badly.’ Muttering, he looks around and ah, somewhere in a corner. Behind the desk he sees a cupboard. It's only a small cupboard, which surprises him when he pulls open a drawer. When Ron looks up, he understands why. Next to it is an extra large chest with only one name, Peeves...
Ron kneels down quickly and after a moment's search, he finds the name, Nick.
Ron stiffens in fright as the door to Filch's Room opens.
‘Where is it? Where did I put it?’ Filch rushes into his room and looks around searchingly. ‘Why do they always have to bother me with this sort of stupid thing,' he complains.
‘The door to the girls' bathroom locked. Who could have done that?’
Ron crawls as much as he can under the desk and sees Skinner's feet standing still. The concierge is looking around, he assumes. Who knows, it might only be a moment before he spotted someone with striking orange hair.
‘Ah, there you are!’ Filch hurries to a cupboard with a bunch of keys. There is a furious ringing as Vilders grabs the bunch of keys and hurries away with it.
Ron! Harry had been staring in front of him, engrossed in a difficult manoeuvre with flies on his broom. Out of nowhere, Vilders appeared and dashed into his room.
Why does that man have to sneak around so quietly?
With his heart pounding he stared at the open door.
Harry let out a sigh of relief when, not three seconds later, Filch runs out of his room, complaining, "And of course they all have to go and who can run away again?’
As soon as Filch has rounded the corner, Harry hurries into the room and looks around in despair. Where's his friend?
'Ron! He calls out as softly as possible, 'Ron, where are you?'
‘H, here.’ With a sweaty face, Ron looks up from behind the desk. 'Is he g,gone?'
‘Come on,' Harry leans forward and grabs Ron by the arm. The boys rush out of the room and are not ten paces away when a shout of admonishment is heard. ‘Harry Potter!’
The boys stand still with a jolt. They turn around at the same time.
Snape, his cloak flapping and his beetle-black eyes aglow with contempt, hurries towards them. ‘And what are you doing here in the corridor, when you should both have had attempt Professor Stronk's lesson long ago?’
‘That's why we run,' Harry hastened to say. ‘I lost my textbook, “How to take care of a Tree Trull.”
'So, and Mr. Weasley helped you find it, did he?’
Ron hurriedly nodded.
Snape wants to say something, but out of nowhere a grey shadow floats right through him.
Snape screamed in panic and wrapped his cloak tightly around himself. The boys could see that he wanted to scold almost decapitated Nick for anything and everything, but the ghost had already disappeared into another wall.
‘Sir, excuse me.’ Harry doesn't know where he gets the courage to ask this. 'Do you know why almost decapitated Nick acts so strangely every time at Christmas?'
Snape look at Harry, his face twitches in disgust.
Harry expects to get at least ten demerits, but Snape actually nods.
‘As a boy, he once wished for a dog at Christmas. He didn't get one and is still mumbling about it. ‘Snape thinks this is enough information and turns and walks away. His cloak flapping wildly behind him.
‘Oh dear," says Ron to Harry's surprise. ‘Him too?’
‘Him too what?’ Harry looks at his friend in surprise. ‘Well, I really wanted a dog when I was young, but Percy's allergic to animals in the house, so I couldn't do that.’ Ron sighs deeply.
‘I didn't know they celebrated Christmas so long ago,’ Harry sighs. ‘Is Nick mourning because he didn't get a dog? How stupid.’
‘That hurts,’ Ron looks at him annoyed. ‘Just because you never got what you wanted doesn't mean you have to act like a jerk.’
‘Acting like it?’ Harry sees Ron run off in astonishment. ‘But I didn't want to be nasty,’ he wants to shout at him. But Ron has already rounded the corner in an imitation of Snape stamping his feet.
Harry suddenly found himself alone, thinking of all the times he had hoped there would be a present for him at Christmas. Instead, he always saw a big pile of presents and looked longingly for his name, but it was never there.
Ron's right, Harry thinks. Just because I never got Christmas presents, it's sad when someone wishes for something and doesn't get it. ‘And, and you know what?’ Harry suddenly gets a great idea. 'That's what I'm going to do, I'm going to give almost beheaded Henk a dog!'
‘You and what army," a mocking voice sounds next to his left ear.
‘Good thing Liesbeth wanted to help us and locked the door of the girls' toilet. Otherwise you'd be in big trouble now,' a satisfied voice rings out in his other ear.
‘Did you do that?’ Harry looks up at Ron's brothers in gratitude. ‘Thank you,’ he sighs from the bottom of his heart.
'That's an interesting idea you have, young mate.' Fred rubs his chin thoughtfully.
'Very interesting,' grins George. 'If there wasn't a huge problem with it, it would be solved in no time.'
‘What problem?’ Harry looks the brothers over as they walk on.
'There are no ghost dogs in Hogsmeade,' George nods.
'Good luck searching,' Fred calls out.
'Just try to make a ghost dog,' the twin brothers grin simultaneously.
‘Make a ghost dog?’ Harry stares wide-eyed. 'How on earth are you supposed to do that?'
'Just go to the witching animal graveyard,' says a voice in his ear for the third time. 'I've just heard that a dog has died.'
‘What?’ Harry turns around at lightning speed. Loena is standing behind him, her shoulder heavy with a large bag of magic books.
'Hi Harry,' she smiles at him. ‘You really should stop talking in front of yourself. They'll think you've been bitten by a munchkin.’
Loena continues walking and Harry covers up his pounding heart from the fright. But at the same time he smiles. ‘The magical animal graveyard! That's a great idea,’ he grins. ‘But, the animal graveyard? Where would that be? There are two who would know, and Harry runs. ‘Fred! George, wait a minute,’ he calls after them.
The twins had just started their girl-hunt and are looking down at them with a frown.
‘Fred! George!’ Harry looks at the twin brothers enthusiastically. 'Do you guys know where the wizard graveyard is?'
'Well, well, well.' Fred and George look at each other and grin broadly. 'This little wizard doesn't waste any time,' says Fred.
‘This little wizard already has something the biology books say a boy can't have,’ grins George. At the same time, they grab Harry by the arm and pull him along to a corner.
‘We know what to do,’ they tell him.
When Harry runs into their bedroom a bit later. Ron is sitting on his bed, staring at the floor in an imitation of almost decapitated Henk.
‘Ron! Ron!’ Harry sits down next to him. 'I need your help, Ron,' he exclaims.
His friend looks at him gloomily, ‘Why should I?’
'Because we're going to give almost beheaded Nick a dog,' Harry grins. 'Tell you what, we'll go to the wizarding animal graveyard tonight.'