The christmas of harry Potter

‘W, what!’ Ron's eyes get big. 'Did you fall down the stairs?’ Ron shakes his head. 'Mum would have sent me ten screaming letters if I'd been caught in Filch's office and now you want to drag me out of the castle in the middle of the night?'
Harry has grabbed Ron's arm and is shaking it like a Christmas bell.
‘Snape said it could be done," he nods enthusiastically. 'You can make something or someone alive in a day, and we still have a few hours before it's too late. Loena told me, a magical animal has just died and is buried in the graveyard at Hogsmeade.
We just need to dig it up and give it some of that life potion.'
'Do you have that Bibendum vitae then?' Ron shakes his head. 'That stuff took hours to make.'
Harry is extremely surprised that his friend remembered the difficult name, but now his frend is richt. How on earth did he get that potion?
'Oh yes!’ Harry slaps his forehead and starts laughing enthusiastically. 'Do you know what I saw when we left Sneep's classroom?'
After class, with extra homework from Professor Stronk for being late, Harry and Ron retire to the library. The only place where they could talk undisturbed.
Ron distracted the stern librarian and Harry slipped into the forbidden book department.
He saw rows and rows of books, but hey. Right in front of his eagerly searching eyes, a book sticks out a bit. It's exactly what he's looking for!
It has a sinister title. "Raise dead without bloodshed."
He manages to smuggle the book into his bag.
In a dim corner, the boys bend over the book.
Ron let his fingers slide over the index and read in a whisper.
‘Raise your mother?’ ‘No,’ he shiffers.
‘Raise your father.’
‘How to raise the dead without turning them into zombies.’
Only almost at the bottom is it. "How to raise a deceased pet."
Harry looks up the page and they read a lurid text.
"Has your favourite pet died? No problem. With Jadocos Garden Whistle super fast spell, you'll have your favourite pet back in no time."
According to Jadocos. Reviving a dead animal takes no effort at all. You rub it with the magic potion. Say the spell and the pet returns to the kingdom of the living.
‘I think that spell is from the land of fables,’ mumbles Ron. ‘Look what's going in there. Three toenails from a drunken elephant.’
They look at each other thoughtfully as they go through the list of ingredients.
Jadocas might have been drunk when he made the list.
“Nose farts from a centenarian. Earwax from a baby. Tears of a person with a pure heart.” And also, as Harry feared. "The still-beating heart of a living animal."
'Neville is always losing Willibrord anyway,' Ron grinned. 'If we bought him a new magic animal, would he be very sad?'
'We won't do that to Neville,' said Harry decidedly. 'We don't need all this junk, because we'd already made life potion, remember.'
'Yes yes, but Snape destroyed it.' Ron shakily shrugs his shoulders.
'No, he didn't!' Harry leans forward and tells what he saw.
'Just so you know, it's your turn to go into a teacher's office now,' Ron hisses at him.
‘No problem at all,’ nods Harry bravely. ‘Just wait until the time comes.’
Walking down the corridor, towards Snape's office, the boys look at each other with knocking knees. The door is half open.
Harry dares to take a look inside. First he sees Snape at the desk checking a large pile of parchment scrolls. Judging by his disdainful face and the movement of the feather he's holding, there aren't many satisfactory grades.
Harry wants to pull his head back when he notices something else. Next to Snape's desk is a small table and on it a large bottle with pearly white contents. The label can be read from here. “Bibendum Vitae.”

‘There!’ Harry hisses at Ron. ‘It's just there!’ Ron also takes a look through the crack. He even takes a step forward and bumps into the door. The gap widens immediately. Big enough that a boy could easily slip through.
Suddenly Snape stands up.
Harry and Ron freeze, about to turn and run as fast as they can. Snape turns around and opens a cupboard in which he is looking for something with a loud noise of books and other things chattering to each other.
‘Now or never!’ Harry had seen some empty bottles on another table. He takes a deep breath and steps into the room.
‘Harry, no!’ Ron hisses as softly as he dares. When Harry looks back, Ron shakes his head panicked. Harry sneaks forward as quietly as possible.
Snape is still busy in the cupboard.
Harry snatches a bottle. He reaches the potion bottle in two steps, unscrews the cap and tilts the bottle to fill the small one. Successful. Caps back on. Bottle in his coat pocket. Harry sneaks to the door as quietly as possible and slips out through it.
Ron is staring at him and looks like he might break out in screams at any moment.
‘Come on!’ Harry gives his friend a poke and they run away as fast as they can.
Snape is done making noise. He turns and leans against the cupboard. His face drips with distaste as he picks up the bottle of life potion. You can hardly tell it's missing. Snape makes a hand gesture and the door of his office slams shut.

As quickly as they can, the boys run to their bedroom.
'We've got it! Oh man,' Ron covers his pounding heart and sinks down on his bed.
'I can't believe it. We got it!
'What have you got?’ Neville sits on his bed and feeds Willibrord flies. 'What have you done?'
'Well, we eh, nothing at all,' Harry says quickly, but in his coat pocket the small bottle is burning.
'Oh, you've got secrets, huh,' Marcel grins promisingly. 'Well so do I.' He nods towards his bedside table,' I bought my grandmother a new handbag. It's embroidered with Slovenian lace. You must have something for Hermione, huh.' Neville nods defiantly. 'I bet the present for my grandmother was much more expensive.'
'Do you still have the present?' Harry shakes his head. 'It's Christmas tomorrow, Neville. Hadn't you better send that bag quickly?'
‘Yes, it's very busy at the Owl Tower,' nods Ron, 'soon there won't be any left.’
Neville's colour changes. Without a word he grabs a large package from his bedside table and hurries away with it.
‘Thousand Christmas bells, Harry. Ron looks at him with wide eyes. 'I don't have anything for Hermione, what am I going to do?'
'I had bought her a book.' Harry nods at him. "David's Secret Spells Book." It was actually a bit too expensive for me, you know what? We'll do it together. '
Ron hesitates, but Harry pulls a ready-wrapped book out of his chest and inserts "and Ron," on the card where it already read, from Harry.
Then he takes the bottle out of his jacket pocket and the boys admire its white contents, which look like liquid mist. Harry hides the bottle at the bottom and quickly closes the chest when Neville runs back into the bedroom. ‘Gosh, I was just in time,' he grins. 'There was only one owl left. I had just tied the suit to its paw when Malfedius came. He wanted to send something to his mother, but I let the owl fly away and now he has to wait for one to come back.'
'Well done,' grinned Ron. 'I hope there won't be another owl.'
Neville grabs his school bag and walks away quickly. 'Come on,' he looks back at them.
'We need to go to Anderling. You know she hates it when you're late.'
They also grab their schoolbags and look back at the coffin at the same time.
'Now we have to wait until dark,' whispers Ron, 'but how do we get out of the castle?'
Well," Harry knocks on his chest where he keeps his invisibility cloak.
The boys sit down in the back of the classroom, their heads close together as they whispered a plan to dig up the dead pet and smear it with the magic potion. But which animal would they take a beating heart from?
That is the biggest problem.

‘You two!’ A sharp voice makes them look up, startled, 'are you paying attention? Professor McGonagall is standing in front of the class, holding a glass jar between her fingers containing something that looks quite bloody. Sometimes there are spells that hit pretty hard against the darkness.' McGonagall raises her voice. Sometimes you have to make something that is actually forbidden, but sometimes you have no choice.' The professor moves the jar back and forth before their astonished eyes. Behold the beating heart of an animal.
Ooh,' exclaims Belinda, 'not a cat, Professor?
A chorus of pitying noises rises as everyone sees that what is in the jar is moving slowly.
‘Oh tsss.’ McGonagall makes an impatient gesture. ‘It doesn't matter which animal it was,' she says sternly. 'Sometimes you have to make potions that your life may depend on, or that you have a lot to live up to.' McGonagall sharp eyes stare straight at Ron and Harry. ‘Then you're lucky to have something like this important ingredient.’ The Professor points to a cupboard with a row of stuffed owls staring at them. The jar floats to it and takes its place among lots of other jars.
Harry and Ron don't pay much attention to the rest of the lesson. Time after time they stare at the cupboard with that much-needed scary thing in it...
As soon as the lesson is over and all the students stand up to leave the classroom, Ron leans over to his bag. 'What are we going to do,' he whispers. How are we going to get hold of that thing...' Ron is silent, because Harry isn't even there anymore. His bag is gone too?
Harry waits until the students are all crowded together. As fast as he could he rushed behind their backs to the cupboard, snatched the pot and put it in his bag. Close between a throng of other pupils, he stepped towards the entrance.
‘I'm telling you,’ Draco's snarky voice penetrates his ears. ‘If my mum gets her present late, I'll take that fat slob to task myself. How dare he take the last owl.'
‘Neville is a stupid piece of work,’ nods Goyle.
‘I'll beat him up for you,' crabbe offers.
Harry sticks out his leg and makes goyle stumble. With a satisfied grin he sees the two burly boys tackling Draco as if in a rugby match. He hurries away and he hears Draco scolding his friends behind him, as they scramble to their feet.
‘What are you still doing here,' McGonagall stern voice says. ‘You're not trying to take an ingredient on the sly, are you? There's an anti-theft spell on all my cupboards, if you must know.’
Ron stood waiting for him in the corridor. ‘You got it?’ Full of admiration he sees Harry grinning triumphantly, 'but how?'
'Luck, just luck,' Harry shrugs. 'Come on down to the dining room, I'm rattling.'
The boys didn't notice Professor McGonagall looking at them and even shaking her head in concern as she closed the classroom door.

Harry and Ron were in the dining room, working their way through a large plate of chicken feet, mashed potatoes and peas. Hermione sat opposite them, talking them through yet again what she wished for Christmas from her parents.
'I mean,' she tries to look innocent. ‘I only mentioned it six times in my last letter. That's not too obvious, is it?’
Harry and Ron shake their heads simultaneously and look at each other, grinning. Hermione is desperate for a new book. It's called. "A Thousand and One Magic Calculations Through the Ages," but it's very expensive.
After the meal, the boys hurry to the dining room. They skip a game of magic chess with Dean and Cormac and go to bed extra early, but that's only to secretly peruse the book of the secret library.
The ingredients list of Jadocus Garden Whistler contains such difficult and confusing things that they look at each other with a frown. How can you get hold of a handful of softly rustling earthworms? Apparently, there are also loudly buzzing earthworms. Or three flies with a left wing that can turns to the left?
‘That Jadocos can get the hiccups.’ Harry claps the book shut in exasperation. 'We've got the most important thing right?'
Ron whispers excitedly. 'The vial of life potion and the beating heart.'
Guiltily the boys look at the chest. They look at each other. At the same time they go to the coffin and bend over it. They press their ears against the wood and try to hear it. A beating heart in a bottle.
‘What are you doing?’ Neville looks at them in surprise. 'Are there any mice in it?'
‘Eh?’ The other boys look at each other, but fortunately they don't have to say anything. Neville quickly dresses in his pyjama and crawls under the covers. 'Tomorrow is Christmas,' they hear him mutter, 'am so curious what I'm going to get.'
On his bedside table, Willibrord is gulping down a bowl of mealworms.
‘Will they be soft larvae or loudly rustling," Harry whispers.
Ron gets a giggle out of it. ‘Maybe they've got little wings that turn to the left.’
The boys dress in their pyjamas and crawl into bed, determined to stay awake.

Three hours later. Harry is startled awake because someone is pinching his nose!
‘Hey, weren't you up to something?’ The voice hissing this in his ear makes Harry grab his wand in alarm. ‘Lumos!’ He snatches his glasses from the bedside table and puts them on. Red hair and satisfied grinning faces loom up from the darkness.
‘Fred! George!’ Harry sits up. 'What are you two doing here?'
'We heard that two young wizards were up to something,' Fred laughs.
'Yeah, we just want to come along and see how everything turns into a huge fiasco,' George nods.
‘That'll be a laugh,’ the twin brothers grin at each other.
Ron is getting dressed and Harry is crawling out of bed. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid,’ he scolded himself. How could I have fallen asleep.
From Neville's bed there is a loud snoring sound and a little later the four boys sneak out of the bedroom and go down the stairs on the tips of their toes. Harry clutches the bottle of Bibendum vitae and the jar with the beating heart to himself.
He's glad that Ron's brothers want to help them, because sneaking around the castle at night seems scary.
There are noises coming from all the paintings. Snoring, but also darkly muttered spells from a bunch of witches, standing around for something what looks very much like a dead person.
In the main hall it is fortunately quiet and the boys sneak on their toes to the front door.
They try to open it, but when Fred pulls the handle, he can't get it to move.
‘What do we do now?’ ‘How do we get out of the castle?’ The boys look at each other panicked. ‘Quiet!’ Ron looks around wide-eyed, 'Someone will catch us,' as George and then Fred take turns jerking the door.
‘Boo!’ Harry is startled when someone hisses that in his ear. He turns around and finds himself face to face with... Peeves!
‘What do I see now? Students out of their beds? Pupils trying to sneak out of the castle in the middle of the night?’ The evil mocker folds his arms and looks at them triumphantly. ‘Shall I raise the alarm? Shall I scream the whole lot?'
'No, no, please don't,' Harry groans. 'We're just trying to help someone.'
'Help? Help someone sneak out of the castle at night? That sounds like an excuse to me.’ Peeves opens his mouth wide and pretends to scream.
‘Help us,' Harry begs. 'We're not doing this for ourselves but for almost decapitated Nick.'
"Oh yeah? What then?’ Peeves leans forward curiously.
'We're going to give him a dog for Christmas,' Ron blurts out. ‘Can you please open the door for us?’
‘Oh, you're so kind.’ Peeves looks at them sternly. 'You give a ghost Christmas presents just like that, but not for Peeves, hey. Nobody ever gives Peeves anything.'
'Here! Ron suddenly takes something out of his pocket and holds it out to the mocking ghost. 'Whistling earthworms,' he says hastily. ‘We wanted to scatter those around to drive Filch crazy. On Ron's hand are some green and yellow shapes. Harry recognises them as lemon and orange flavoured circles. It's just candy.
Peeves looks at them with interest. Make Filch crazy, eh? He thinks that's a good plan.
He snatches the sweets from Ron's hand and makes a careless gesture towards the door. With a loud click, the huge door opens. ‘Never say peeves isn't nice again,’ he grins at the boys. 'I love to make filch mad.'
In the castle, you notice little of it, but as soon as they walk out the front door and it close behind them, they are immediately knee-deep in snow!
The moon hangs like a big round ball in the deep darkness full of bright stars.
Harry looks around with big eyes. Hogwarts in snow is so beautiful that he wished he had a camera. Snow lay on all the roofs. Icicles twinkled in the moonlight. It was just beautiful.
There was one who was not admiring the castle.
‘A thousand Christmas bells,' Ron shivered and wrapped his arms around himself. 'Do we have to walk all the way to that stupid graveyard.' They exhale great clouds of white vapour.
'No way,' grins Fred.
'What do you think,' George nods at Harry.
The twin brothers take out their wands. ‘Acio brooms,’ they say simultaneously.
Out of nowhere, there's a soft noise and two brooms fly towards them side by side.
‘So, here's just one thing.’ Fred taps Harry on the head with his wand. George at Ron's.
At once the boys feel a warmth and it seems like a lovely summer's day.
‘Up, up, up,’ grins George. He and Fred get on the brooms.
Harry and Ron jump on the back.
‘Say, Harry, you've got all the essentials with you, haven't you?’ Fred bends down to him. Harry nods quickly. 'But I'm not sure what to do,' he confesses.
‘Oh, that'll be fine,’ Fred grins.
The brooms take off and leave Hogwarts at breakneck speed
In front of a window in Professor Dumbledore's office, the Professor and Professor McGonagall are watching the brooms.
‘Professor,’ McGonagall shakes her head. Is it right what we are doing? Should we just let these two young boys carry out this task?’
Dumbledore nods in satisfaction. ‘'I'm sure Harry and Ron can do what other boys have failed to do over the years.’'
‘'Yes but, Professor. Surely you remember what happened to that poor sixth-former?
He's still limping. And that class three girl still has nightmares about it.'
'This will be fine. Fred and George didn't make it last year, which is why they wanted to be there,' nodded Dumbledore. 'With their help, nothing can go wrong.'
Silently they watched the brooms glide through the snowy landscape towards Hogsmeade.

'Right lads, here we go.' Fred and George look back at Harry and Ron.
‘Here's the graveyard," they say simultaneously.
Harry and Ron step off when the brooms stop. They see a low wall looming in the darkness, with a fence in the middle.
Peacefully next to each other, two shovels are leaning against the wall.
‘Hey, that's handy.’ Ron is already running towards it.
'No,' George quickly grabs his arm.
‘Digging takes too long,’ Fred shakes his head. He looks around suspiciously.
‘We know something to do,’ the twins say simultaneously. They also place their brooms against the wall at the same time to make it look rehearsed.
George opens the gate, it doesn't even squeak, as you would expect.
Harry starts walking with a hesitation. He only has to follow the twins, but he still feels a shiver run down his spine at the idea of entering a graveyard in the middle of the night.
Fred gestured with his wand. Suddenly, a pair of lanterns hovered around them, enabling them to see where they were going. The light from the flickering flames conjures up scary shapes on the white snow.