Until The End

Until The End

Chapter 20: The Reunion

"You may face many defeats in your life, but never let yourself be defeated…"

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

The Burrow – Friday, July 25th,1992 (8:15 a.m.)

Ron sat on his bed, and his sky-blue eyes were fixated on his journal crammed with accounts of every vision he had ever received. Ron had briskly recorded his visions down without arousing any suspicion or curiosity from his family and friends as it was unusual for Ron to be suddenly using a journal given to him for his birthday last year.

He could hear Xavier playing another charming tune on the piano downstairs and as the delightful, superlative sound carried itself throughout the Burrow, Ron smiled to himself. He's so bloody good at playing the piano. I'm glad he loves the gift Daphne and I bought him.

Over the last two days, Ron had speculated over several things, but one consistent thought kept him awake late at night and that was about this 'upcoming war' his visions kept hinting at. Was there really going to be another imminent war sometime in the foreseeable future?

Ron would have been doubtful if it weren't for a few precedent events that had unfolded throughout the last few months and last year. Events such as the Dark Lord's wrath and mission to seek the Philosopher's Stone, only to be intercepted by Ron, Xavier, Harry, Neville, and Hermione. Events such as the vision of Blaise and Pansy discussing about absconding to the States from their mothers and some 'looming war' and the vision of Fred's funeral. It makes perfect sense…

The more Ron thought about it, the more he realised that this war was definitely feasible. After all, Ron had seen the Dark Lord with his own two eyes. And there were men and women alike, who were once Death-Eaters, still running and roaming around the world. Once a Death-Eater, always a Death-Eater…

And to be quite frank, this chain of thoughts afeared Ron. He didn't want some bloody war to destroy and ruin the countless innocent lives and futures of people around the world, let alone his family's, friends', and his own. Was this what that mysterious House-Elf was trying to warn Harry about? That terrible things were going to occur at Hogwarts… Was this warning somehow linked to Ron's visions?

These momentous visions were obviously a gift, though maybe a curse in itself as well, but nonetheless a substantial gift to Ron to work his way in securing a safer future. After all, Ron had ended up saving the lives of Pandora, Harry, Neville, and Hermione and had foreseen the truth about his old pet 'Scabbers'.

Ron couldn't see any other reason else for his purpose. Maybe he wasn't a Seer after all… Maybe Dumbledore was wrong about him that day in St. Mungo's two years back… Maybe Ron was more than a Seer. Perhaps that enigmatic voice Ron had heard in the Mirror of Erised was behind the reasoning of all of this predicament. And weren't Seers meant to create and speak prophecies? Ron damn well knew that he had never spoken a single bloody word of a prophecy and he was sure that he had no Seer blood in his ancestral lineage. I hope I can figure this out all one day…

Ron racked his own brain on the thought about voicing his mind to Dumbledore once he got back to school, however, he wavered slightly on the idea. His last encounter with the great wizard was rather perplexing and even a little sorrowful, but Ron still had time to figure out what to do with the specific thought.

"Hey mate, you ready to go?" came Xavier's voice at the doorway, and it tore Ron from his thoughts.

"Oh, right… yeah, I'm ready, mate," Ron replied absentmindedly, and Xavier cocked an eyebrow.

"A galleon for your thoughts?" Xavier asked, sitting next to Ron and the red-haired boy sighed. Maybe I'll tell him… I want to know if he has thought about this as well…

"Well…" Ron started, and Xavier listened raptly. "I have been thinking about… you-know-who… mate… do you think that since he's still alive out there… he might bring another war upon us?"

Xavier looked temporarily surprised before he schooled his features expertly and looked down at the floor in thought.

"Yeah, I've thought about it a little… I still need to brush up on many things that happened in the Great War," Xavier admitted. "But I dunno, mate… I honestly think that it could be possible. He is still out there, after all."

"Exactly," Ron responded instantly, glad that Xavier was agreeing with him. "And if so, we need to be ready."

"What do you propose?" Xavier asked after a moment, staring at his best friend closely.

"What we've already talked about," Ron shrugged. "Doing better in our wand work, furthering our knowledge and whatnot."

"I see," Xavier replied quietly, his eyes fixated on Ron. "Where's all of this coming from, Ron?"

"I…" Ron started, but he stopped. "I dunno… I've been having dreams and I've been thinking about all the possibilities… I mean, bloody hell, we faced him, didn't we?"

"Yeah, we did," Xavier agreed firmly, and Ron admired how Xavier didn't look afraid. "And you've been thinking about how the future will be like if a war was to occur?" More or less…

"Basically, yes," Ron answered, and he then stood up. "It doesn't matter, mate. You wanted to know what I was contemplating about and so I told you." I cannot tell you about the visions though… I wish I could… but knowing my deepest secret may cause problems for you too, my brother…

"Yeah, fair enough," Xavier stood up as well and he patted Ron's shoulder. "I've been thinking on the same lines too a few times, especially when I was resting at St. Mungo's. We'll just have to see how fate guides us in this one."

"Agreed," Ron replied, and the two boys nodded to each other in consensus and left the room.

"There you two bloody twits are!" Sirius exclaimed impatiently as the two Slytherins entered the living room.

"Sirius!" Molly immediately berated, gasping at the handsome man's profanity.

"Sorry Molly," Sirius apologised sheepishly, and Ron held back his laughter. Sirius is bloody amazing!

"Are you two boys ready?" Remus asked, shaking his head at Sirius' obscene language. Ron couldn't help but notice how Remus had more of a pallor appearance than usual and wondered if Remus had caught a cold. He looks extremely exhausted…

"Yes, Remus," Xavier replied with a nod of affirmation.

"Remus, are you all right?" Ron questioned before he could stop himself, and every adult's eyes instantly shot to him. "You just look really pale. Sorry If I offended, you or anything-"

"No, of course not, Ron," Remus chuckled, while Sirius shot Ron a weak smile. "I've just been feeling a bit sick lately, that's all."

Ron exchanged a quick look with Xavier and for some reason, both boys didn't seem to buy Remus' explanation, especially when every other adult in the room looked slightly tense. Even Harry held a discombobulated look. Why do they all have an uncomfortable look on their faces?

"So, where are we going?" Harry asked curiously from beside Remus, inevitably changing the subject.

"Remus and I'll be taking you three lads out to Diagon Alley," Sirius replied excitedly. This is going to be really fun!

"Please take good care of them," Molly pleaded firmly.

"Don't let them run off anywhere," Pandora added in, looking quite anxious herself. Ah, stop with the fretting, we'll be just fine!

"Of course, ladies, I will protect them with my soul-" Sirius started with a smirk, but he quickly stopped when Molly and Pandora glared at him for not taking their requests seriously.

"What Sirius meant to say," Remus started, eyeing Sirius intensely. "Was that we won't let them out of our sight. You have my word."

"Thank you, Remus," Molly responded, feeling more eased at Remus' assuring words.

"Hey, I promise too," Sirius piped in, frowning at being omitted from the conversation.

"Not too sure about that, mate," Xeno remarked, and Sirius huffed, earning hearty chuckles from the other adults. Ron, Xavier, and Harry exchanged awkward glances. I swear adults can be weird as hell…

"All right, let's get going," Remus proposed with a humorous expression, noticing the visibly embarrassed looks on the three boys. Thank Salazar Slytherin…

"Have you ever used floo travel before, Harry?" Sirius asked, guiding the boys to the fireplace.

"Er no, not really, but I've seen it before," Harry replied nervously.

"Well, this shall be your first time then," Sirius smiled at his godson, and he then pinched some floo powder. "Here, follow my example."

"Diagon Alley," Sirius spoke loud and clear and threw the floo powder into the fire. The fire blazed green and Sirius stepped through, disappearing from the Burrow.

"It doesn't hurt, Harry," Xavier reassured, and Harry nodded slowly. Harry then approached the fireplace but jumped in fright when the mirror on top of the mantelpiece shouted, "Tuck your shirt in, scruffy!"

Ron and Xavier did their best to hold in their laughter, while Harry looked positively humiliated. Poor bugger…

Harry then took a pinch of glittering floo powder and held it over the fire.

"Dia-a-gon A-lley," Harry faltered and the fire blazed green and Harry stepped through it tentatively. Xavier shot Ron and Remus a puzzled look.

"Did you guys hear what he said?" Xavier asked, and they both shook their heads. Seems like I'm not the only who heard Harry pronounce Diagon Alley weirdly.

"No matter, Xavier, go on," Remus advised, and Xavier obliged. He then disappeared after following Sirius' procedure, who was followed by Remus, and Ron lastly followed through.

Harry Potter's P.O.V:

Borgin & Burkes – Friday, July 25th,1992 (8:30 a.m.)

Harry adjusted his glasses and squinted his eyes, trying to focus on the things around him in the dim-lit room. Where am I?

Harry had not a single clue where he had ended up, though he was sure that it was a wizarding shop from the several gleaming cauldrons that were a few meters away from him. Harry studied his surroundings and found his eyes hooked on some strange items such as a withered hand encased in glass, a blood-stained pack of cards, and a glass eye that was twitching horrendously. Where's everyone else?

Harry started to feel a pit of unsettling paranoia form at the bottom of his stomach. Where the hell was everyone?! Had he ended up somewhere else? Was he forever lost? What was with the creepy items on display?

Harry narrowed his eyes on the dusty windows filled with cobwebs and thick sheets of dust and concluded that the dark alley outside was definitely not Diagon Alley.

Harry gulped and slowly made his way, though he wasn't entirely sure where to head off to. Several sinister masks leered from the walls and various, disturbing instruments hung from the high, dark ceiling. Harry's eyes fell on the numerous bones on the counter, and he shuddered. The sooner I get out here, the better!

Harry swiftly made his way for the door, but he halted immediately when he saw two people approaching the store. Harry's eyes widened as the unsettling feeling in his stomach increased tenfold. Of course it had to be Draco Malfoy out of all people heading towards this store! The situation had been exacerbated and without a second thought, Harry bounded to the immense, black cabinet in the corner and concealed himself within it, just running out of time to fully shut the cabinet doors, leaving a tinge of light that projected into the cabinet. Why is Malfoy coming here?!

The door to the shop opened, effectively causing a bell to ring, and the two 'customers' stepped in. Draco Malfoy looked rather irritated but stared around the shop with an enthralling look. Harry peered at the other person and could only assume that he was Malfoy's father. Didn't Sirius say that Malfoy's father's name was Lucius Malfoy or something?

Draco Malfoy inherited his father's looks, and was a mere clone of him, though Harry could admit that Malfoy's father actually looked rather intimidating. The tall, formidable man strode towards the counter with a bored expression, evident in his grey eyes, and rung the bell, before facing his son with a warning look and commanded, "Touch nothing, Draco."

Malfoy followed his father's obligation and stuck to his side, whilst Harry just watched, his interest piqued. I wonder what they are doing here…

Malfoy then looked towards his father with a sulking look and pointed out, "Father, I thought you were going to buy me a present."

"I promised to gift you a racing broom," His father reminded, and his son looked sour.

"What's the point of having a new broom when I'm not even on the team?" Draco huffed with annoyance, glaring at the glass eye. "Potter got a Nimbus Two Thousand last year and with Dumbledore's special permission, he got to play on the Gryffindor team. All because he's famous… all because of that stupid scar…"

Harry clenched his teeth, and he felt his hatred for Malfoy grow rapidly. I didn't ask for this scar, you idiot!

"Yes, yes, I have heard you recount this fact a dozen times already," Lucius Malfoy said impatiently, already growing tired of their inconvenient conversation, and he gave his petulant son a quelling look. "I suggest you act more prudent whilst yammering Mr. Potter's name around in public. After all, most of our kind view him as a hero for vanquishing the Dark Lord. Besides, you'll get your spot for the Slytherin Team this year, Draco."

Malfoy looked more satisfied and bent down to examine some skulls. Harry once again felt disgusted at how rotten this Slytherin was. How could someone be so spoilt? Draco Malfoy made Dudley Dursley look like an altruistic, considerate, and charitable boy, and that clearly said something. Another thing that confused Harry was how reassuring Lucius Malfoy sounded when he promised Draco a spot on the Slytherin team. Was the man going to interfere with Hogwarts?

Nonetheless, the Malfoys left a bad taste in Harry's mouth, but he couldn't leave just yet as a stooping man with black, greasy hair appeared at the counter and bowed deeply.

"Ah, Lord Malfoy, a delight to see you here again. I see that you've brought charming young Master Malfoy here with you. What may I assist you with?" the man greeted politely, his voice as oily as his hair, though his eyes had a greedy gleam in them.

"I'm here on another visit, Mr. Borgin," Lucius Malfoy drawled in his jaded tone. "I'm here to sell more items like before. That Blood-Traitor's law has been passed, and raids will be conducted soon."

"Of course, Lord Malfoy. That muggle-loving fool Arthur Weasley has caused meddling times these days with the help of the Ministry," Mr. Borgin replied with an understanding tone, and Harry felt a hot surge of anger erupt in him. Mr. Weasley is a good man, unlike you people!

Mr. Borgin then wheeled around to face the back room and called out, "Erik! If you may assist us, please."

A tall boy with cold, dark grey eyes, jet black hair, and handsome features appeared behind Mr. Borgin and nodded curtly to Lucius Malfoy. Isn't that one of the Slytherin Prefects?

Harry couldn't help but notice how uncomfortable Draco Malfoy suddenly seemed in the presence of the Slytherin Prefect and Harry pondered if there was some bad blood between them before remembering that Malfoy had foolishly lost his own House a large number of points for the dragon incident. No wonder the Slytherin Prefect had a temporary scowl marked on his face when his cold eyes cut through Malfoy.

"Dobby," Lucius Malfoy suddenly called out, and a House-Elf appeared at his side. Harry's jaw dropped and he nearly made a ruckus from his own shock. That's the House-Elf! He belongs to the Malfoys?! Sirius was right!

Harry hadn't felt so disconcerted in quite some time. Why would a House-Elf that belonged to the Malfoys warn Harry about not going to Hogwarts? Was it some kind of practical joke? Was the House-Elf potentially alerting Harry about the Malfoys themselves?

Harry held his breath and prayed to Merlin that these people would get their business over with so that Harry could finally leave the store.

Xavier Desmond's P.O.V:

Diagon Alley – Friday, July 25th,1992 (8:45 a.m.)

"Remus, I can't smell him anywhere!" Sirius whispered frantically. Xavier and Ron overheard this and exchanged befuddled glances. Why does he always say that?

"Me neither," Remus responded, frowning slightly, overlooking the fact that the two Slytherins had heard them. Xavier decided to dismiss the strange statements because of his escalating concern for his absent Gryffindor friend. Where the hell did Harry end up?!

The four had ended up scouring most of Diagon Alley but had ended up with no trace of Harry. Xavier and Ron were starting to get worried over their friend's disappearance, Remus was growing anxious, and Sirius was becoming outright frantic.

"Look, I reckon we all split up," Ron started, but Remus immediately shook his head.

"Your mother and Pandora would have our heads for that, Ron," Remus reminded, but Ron frowned.

"Please, Remus, we've all looked in the same place already! Maybe we all need to go off in separate directions so that we have more chance of finding Harry," Ron urged with a resolute look.

"I agree with Ron," Xavier piped in firmly. "For all we know, Harry could be in mortal peril."

"No one else has to know if we all split up, I promise," Ron added in, and Sirius caved in with a desperate look.

"Remus, let's just go along with their suggestion. We can't lose Harry," Sirius pleaded with a perturbed look, and Remus pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing heavily.

"All right, fine, but please avoid Knockturn Alley," Remus advised firmly, and the two boys nodded strongly. "We'll all meet up back here."

Xavier headed off in his own direction, maneuvering between the busy, bustling crowds of Diagon Alley. Occasionally, a gossiping witch or a child eating some ice cream would stop and stare with awe at the dark-skinned boy, but Xavier ignored the usual stares and continued on his way, his eyes investigating every nook and cranny of the enormous alley. Fuck, where could Harry be?

As time passed by, Xavier reached an intersection point and longingly gazed upon the dark paths of Knockturn Alley that had been separated from the outgoing streets of Diagon Alley. Though Remus had warned Xavier to not stroll through the notorious streets of Knockturn Alley, Xaver felt a strong impulse to visit the place for the first time. Should I search Knockturn Alley? What are the chances that Harry ended up there? Ah fuck it, I'll have to be sure.

Xavier cleared his mind and strode into the infamous alley, and his eyes drifted between the more dark and ominous stores, whilst the few surrounding people minded their own business.

In all honesty, the place looked extremely dodgy, but Xavier felt like the alley had an allure on him. The dingy alleyway was crammed with miscellaneous stores devoted to the Dark Arts. There was a cage that inhabited two monstrous spiders in one shop, followed by shrunken heads that were hung from the ceiling in another shop, and Xavier felt rather intrigued. Is this where all the dark businesses thrive?

Xavier didn't get the time to look at any other of the shops as his attention was pulled towards a tall man and a boy walking off into the distance of the dingy alleyway. Xavier narrowed his eyes and instantly recognised the boy from his platinum-coloured hair. Malfoy? What's he doing here? And is that his father?

Before Xavier could draw any conclusions, someone collided into him, and Xavier growled.

"Watch it will you-"

"Oh, Xavier, thank god," Harry spoke with a relieved look, and Xavier drew in a calming breath. Thank Merlin, Sirius won't have a bloody heart attack!

"Where in Merlin's beard were you, mate?" Xavier interrogated immediately, patting some dust off of Harry's shoulder.

"I dunno," Harry responded, looking back to where he presumably arrived from. "I ended up in some shop called Borgin and Burkes, and I had to wait for a while before I could escape." Borgin and Burkes? Burke? Like Erik Burke?

"I'll explain everything, but let's find Sirius, Remus, and Ron first," Harry recommended urgently, no doubt creeped out from Knockturn Alley. Xavier agreed for Harry's sake, and the two made it back to Diagon Alley in one piece. Xavier led a tranquil Harry to the spot where Remus had told them to meet back at and as they approached the others, Sirius rushed forward and embraced his godson in a sense of solace.

"Thank Merlin, Xavier, you found him!" Sirius exclaimed in a breathless tone, overjoyed that Harry looked fine.

"Bloody hell, mate, where did you end up?" Ron asked, looking more eased now that Harry had reunited with them.

"I ended up in this shop called Borgin and Burkes," Harry started, and both Sirius and Remus' eyes widened slightly, while Ron cocked an eyebrow. "I was about to leave when I saw Malfoy and his dad coming to the store, so I hid in a cupboard until they left." So, that's why I saw Malfoy in Knockturn Alley…

"Wait, hold on," Ron suddenly said with a serious expression. "Why was Lord Malfoy there?"

"I think he was trying to sell some items," Harry replied with a shrug.

"Ha, he's scared then," Ron smirked in grim satisfaction. "Dad's new law is pushing Lord Malfoy to sell his objects." Good riddance…

"Wait, if you ended up in Knockturn Alley and was found by Xavier," Remus started, and he then faced Xavier with a disheartened look. "Then that means you must have wandered off into there in the first place."

"And here I found Harry," Xavier reasoned, and he shot Remus an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Remus, but I had to be sure. I thought it could be possible for Harry to be roaming around in Knockturn Alley and I was correct, wasn't I?"

"It's all right, Xavier," Remus assured with a sigh, and he patted Xavier's shoulder. "Just keep in mind that Knockturn Alley isn't a place to be sauntering around at any time of the day."

"I personally think you used some of that Gryffindor courage hidden within your Slytherin self. Good job, young cobra," Sirius grinned, and he ruffled Xavier's dreadlocks. "Come on now, we've wasted enough time!"

"Where are we heading first?" Ron asked out of curiosity, and Sirius flashed him an exhilarated grin.

"To buy all three of you some fine, new robes," Sirius replied with a grin, and all three boys shifted nervously.

"Sirius…" Xavier started slowly. "You know you don't have to feel inclined to buy us anything, right?"

"And plus, Xavier and I have gotten robes from our friends already," Ron added in, but Sirius tutted with a roll of his eyes.

"And what, you both think it would be all right to wear the same robes for each event?" Sirius mused, and the two Slytherins sighed in defeat. He's got a fair point…

"Why do I need robes?" Harry asked with a baffled look, and Sirius ecstatically rubbed his hands.

"For occasions in the future," Sirius responded enthusiastically, and the three boys exchanged amused looks before following after an eager Sirius and a chuckling Remus with anticipation.

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

Diagon Alley - Friday, July 25th,1992 (9:30 a.m.)

Ron, Harry, Xavier, and Sirius stepped out from Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions and welcomed the soothing air gratefully. Being crammed in a store for almost an hour nearly drove Ron insane and the others shared his sentiment.

Madam Malkin had flourished breathlessly at the prospect of a prosperous man such as Sirius treating Harry, Ron, and Xavier to expensive, exceptional tailored wizarding robes that were crafted from the finest, diaphanous materials and had eagerly shown off her best quality robes for boys that matched the descriptions of Ron, Xavier, and Harry. Needless to say, the three boys, especially Ron, were immensely thankful towards Sirius and became even more appreciative when they spotted Remus approaching them with three different ice creams in hand. Just the thing I needed, it's a bloody hot day today!

"Went to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, eh?" Sirius asked with a grin, and Remus grinned back.

"I hope you enjoy them," Remus said as he handed an ice cream to each of the three boys. Looks bloody delicious!

"Thanks, Remus," the trio chorused, and Remus chuckled. Ron immediately indulged in his strawberry and peanut butter ice cream, Harry slurped his chocolate and raspberry with chopped nuts ice cream in interest and Xavier leisurely licked his butter pecan caramel ice cream. So good!

"Woah, calm down there, Ron," Sirius suggested with his usual bark of a laugh and Ron rolled his eyes. "We've got plenty of time!"

"Ron can have mine," Xavier spoke up, handing Ron his barely touched ice cream. Ron broke into a wide grin and replied, "With absolute pleasure!"

"Are you sure you don't want to eat it, Xavier?" Remus asked, and Xavier nodded firmly.

"Not really into sweet things, plus I'm still full from breakfast," Xavier reassured truthfully.

"All right, now that we've got that sorted, our next stop is Quality Quidditch Supplies," Sirius informed, and all three boys slowly faced him.

"Why would we go to the Quidditch shop?" Ron asked incredulously, his own focus away from his ice cream.

"To go punch some innocent people," Sirius responded sarcastically, though the three boys exchanged bewildered looks.

"To buy you three new brooms, of course," Remus provided, rolling his eyes at Sirius.

"Brooms?! Sirius, we don't-"

"No excuses, lads! I've heard that they've released the Nimbus 2001's," Sirius interjected, and he gave Ron a meaningful look. "Didn't you want to buy something for your sister as well?"

"I…" Ron started, but he then stopped and contemplated. A new broom would be an ideal gift for Ginny. Though it was a common and silent agreement between the Weasley siblings to not gift anything to each other, Ron had already broken this 'cycle' by getting the twins gifts for their birthdays. Percy had made Ron promise that he wouldn't get any gifts for him, and Ron had reluctantly obliged. For his sister's case, Ron knew that Ginny secretly snuck out of the Burrow to experiment and fly around on the broomsticks locked away in the shed. A broom will be a great gift for her upcoming birthday!

"Ok, then," Ron agreed, but he shot Sirius a meaningful look. "But seriously, you don't have to get me a-"

"Brilliant!" Sirius cut him off and he ecstatically clapped his hands, while Remus just shook his head. "Let's get going!"

Sirius and Remus led the way, while Xavier and Harry snickered at Ron's irritated look. Still… having a new broom… that'll be wicked!

Ron, Xavier, and Harry analysed their new brooms in an elated manner. The Nimbus 2001 was faster than its predecessor, the Nimbus 2000, and was a whopping 500 galleons each. Ron traced his finger along the smooth, polished black and silver stirrups and couldn't help but feel euphoric about it. He was definitely going to utilize it. I can't wait to fly this thing!

As Harry and Xavier thanked Sirius profusely, Ron stared down at the Comet 260 in his other hand and sighed audibly. The broomstick had taken quite the depletion of his amount of money, and he still needed to buy gifts for Tracey and Daphne. The last thing he wanted to ask was for money from Xavier or Sirius. Which reminds me…

"Xavier," Ron said, and his dark-skinned friend turned to him, still reeling from shock at the Nimbus 2001 in his hand. "We have to buy gifts for Tracey and Daphne."

"Oh right, of course," Xavier replied, and his brow furrowed. "I'm pretty sure Tracey has been all but alluding for prank items since her parents forbade her to get any for her. What about Daphne?"

"Who's this we're talking about?" Sirius piped in, and the two Slytherins faced him.

"We're wondering what to get our two friends for their birthday party," Ron started to explain, but he then stopped when Sirius grinned mischievously. What's with that look?

"And who might these friends be?" Sirius questioned, his tone suggesting that he already knew. Ron and Xavier exchanged a slow look.

"Um… two girls," Xavier replied, and Sirius' grin widened disturbingly.

"Two girls, eh?" Sirius asked, and the two Slytherins became more uneasy by the second at staring at Sirius' expanding impish grin. "I'm sure that it is safe to assume that these two lucky ladies are indeed your secret girlfriends?"

"Girlfriends?!" Ron exclaimed, instantaneously flushing red. What the bloody fuck?!

"What… what the hell, Sirius?" Xavier spluttered, looking quite flustered himself. Sirius wheezed with laughter, earning scornful glares from the two Slytherins.

"Sirius, that is quite enough," Remus reprimanded, though he was chuckling heartily at Sirius' familiar childishness. Harry simply sniggered to himself. This isn't funny!

"Merlin, will you ever take anything serious, mate?" Xavier inquired, crossing his arms.

"And don't you dare make that stupid pun with your name in it!" Ron quickly added in before Sirius got the chance.

"Damn it," Sirius muttered to himself, but he then smiled brightly at the two boys. "All right, all right, don't get your knickers in a twist. What do you two lads need help with?"

"We're not sure what to buy for one of the girls," Ron answered, his face still burning.

"And this girl is?" Sirius questioned, his roguish grin still planted on his face.

"Daphne Greengrass," Xavier responded, and Sirius snapped his fingers.

"I'm sure the girl will love some jewellery," Sirius advised, and the two Slytherins found themselves aligning with agreement. Of course!

"Perfect, we just need to find a jewellery vendor or shop," Ron pointed out, and Sirius nodded.

"I'll escort Harry around and we'll wait for you three to come back," Remus suggested, and Sirius nodded firmly.

"All right then," Sirius concluded, and he eyed the upper district of Diagon Alley. "Follow me, young cobras, I know the perfect place to get jewellery."

Ron and Xavier followed Sirius into the upper half of Diagon Alley where more of the refined, developed shops were and in the distance, Ron could see the enormous Gringotts building.

"Ah, here it is," Sirius halted, pointing over to a large shop with jewellery on display. A couple of tantalized witches stood by the transparent window, admiring the sparkling jewels with hushed whispers and giggles. "Gene's Gems Galore."

"Looks bloody professional," Ron remarked, and Sirius barked out a laugh, while Xavier was able to keep his composure in public. Unfortunately, that seemed to land Sirius in trouble.

"Shh!" one of the witches hissed, and Sirius cocked an eyebrow. What the heck?

"Um, Sirius, what was that about?" Ron immediately questioned, feeling heavily puzzled at the witches' sudden annoyed outburst.

"No bloody clue," Sirius replied with a hilarious grimace. "Women… here's some advice, lads, never marry a woman, especially one like that who just hisses at you for absolutely no reason."

Ron and Xavier laughed humorously, ignoring the scandalised looks on the witches by the windows and the three entered the jewellery shop. A doorbell tinkled as they stepped inside, and Ron felt a safe warmth in the store. Several pieces of jewellery were displayed in glass cabinets, varying from outstanding watches, fancy necklaces, mystifying trinkets, compelling earrings, and other distinctive accessories that were meant to add a sense of expensive quality.

"Good morning, fine gentlemen," came a voice from the counter and the trio wheeled around to see an old, pleasant-looking man with a genial smile planted on his face. "How may I help you three on this fine day?"

"Really?" Sirius tutted. "You don't recognise me, Gene?"

The store owner narrowed his eyes on Sirius before slowly paling with shock.

"My dear boy," the proprietor called Gene muttered and he smiled brightly. "It has been quite some time, Sirius."

"Indeed it has been, Gene," Sirius agreed, and the two exchanged a firm handshake. Ron and Xavier simply stood in the background, watching awkwardly and tolerantly.

"And who might these two fellow boys be?" Gene asked cheerfully, and Sirius cleared his voice.

"This is Ron Weasley and Xavier Desmond," Sirius introduced, and the enlivened old man blinked owlishly at the Slytherin prodigies.

"Bless my soul," Gene mumbled before shaking hands with the two boys. "It is an honour and a true blessing to meet the both of you."

"Likewise, sir," Xavier courteously replied, while Ron flashed the gracious man a smile. Seems like a nice man…

"These two lads are here to get something for their lady friend," Sirius stated, shooting a rather unsubtle wink at Gene. For the love of Merlin…

"I see," Gene murmured, rubbing in his chin. "And who might this lady friend be?"

"Daphne Greengrass, sir," Ron and Xavier both replied concurrently, and the amiable man broke into a wide smile.

"Ah, of course! She has visited this shop with her younger sister countless times," Gene recalled fondly, chuckling to himself. "I know just what you two may purchase for her." Brilliant!

Ron and Xavier exchanged pleased looks and attended after the store owner with a delighted Sirius on their tail.

"Over here, we have the eyesome sterling silver necklace," Gene showcased, handing Xavier the fantastic, sparkling necklace. "This lustrous necklace holds a blue topaz pendant in the shape of a teardrop. This will definitely match young Lady Greengrass' vibrant blue eyes."

"This is perfect, sir," Xavier concurred wholeheartedly as he examined the shimmering necklace. "I'll buy this for her."

"Wonderful," Gene said happily, and he then guided Ron over to a pellucid glass cabinet securing lavish bracelets. "I recommend this sterling silver bracelet with alternating purple spinel stones. Muggles have an affinity for crafting simply marvellous jewellery and many of my epitome works are inspired by them."

Ron took the alluring, glistening bracelet and smiled widely. "This is brilliant. Thank you so much, sir." Daphne will love these gifts!

"It is my sincere pleasure, my boy," Gene replied earnestly, and he then led them all back to the counter. I like this guy.

"How much for these two items, Gene?" Sirius asked and the old man scrutinized his creations carefully.

"If I am not mistaken, the silver necklace is two hundred and fifty galleons, while the bracelet is two hundred and thirty-five galleons," Gene apprised, and Ron blanched. Even Xavier and Sirius looked slightly alarmed. Shite… how much do I have left? This will deplete all of my money from the gambling and chess wins…

Gene noticed the weary expression on Ron's face and smiled knowingly.

"However, I will be willing to give you both a discount," Gene proposed, and Ron looked up immediately.

"Are you sure? What will it be, sir?" Ron asked with a feeling of hope arising in his chest.

"I can lower the necklace to the price of two hundred and thirty galleons and the bracelet to exactly two hundred galleons," Gene negotiated, and Ron let out a breath of relief. That's a fair price… with that, I can still buy the prank items for Tracey.

"I'm fine with that," Xavier replied with a nod, and he looked to Ron. "You agree, mate?"

"Yes," Ron acquiesced, and he shot the convivial old man a gratified smile. "Thank you for this discount, sir."

"Think nothing of it," Gene reassured with a golden smile. "After all, the only reason I'm still standing here in my old age is because of Sirius and his friends." Sirius and his friends saved this man's life?

"Mate… you didn't have to mention it," Sirius said, turning slightly red and he quickly looked over to the Slytherins. "You two sure that you don't want me to pay for it?"

"Yes, Sirius, we're sure," Ron assured, while Xavier nodded firmly.

"Excellent," Gene concluded joyously. "Young Lady Daphne Greengrass will be thrilled, I assure you." I hope so…

Ron and Xavier paid for the jewellery items and Gene stored them in separate, small glass cases which were placed in small soft, black boxes. Ron and Xavier, along with Sirius, exited the shop after exchanging goodbyes with the affable, benevolent old man and strode back down the crowded streets of the upper region of Diagon Alley.

As they made their way back, Ron felt the feeling of shame creep up his spine for making the man propose a discount for Ron's sake. How could Ron ever live up to his high expectations without worrying over money?

"Don't beat yourself over it, mate," Xavier commented, observing Ron's downhearted look. "You've only earned this money from winning bets and chess matches with students in our House and yet you've still passed over the chance to treat yourself to something you desire. You're truly one hell of a guy, Ron."

"I know, mate, but still…" Ron uttered with a deep sigh; he detested being skint. "I just feel bad for the man to lower the price-"

"And he did it because of his history with Sirius," Xavier interjected with a meaningful look. "He was more than happy to make a discount, mate. And I know that you would feel terribly humiliated of yourself if you ever wanted to borrow money, but just know that my money will always be ready for your use." I guess Xavier's right… plus, when I join the chess club at Hogwarts this year, I will be able to obtain good savings if I win in tournaments.

"I… I know, mate," Ron reluctantly consented, and he slowly smiled at his best friend and put his arm around his shoulders. "Thank you, Xavier."

"Anytime, brother," Xavier responded firmly, and he patted Ron's shoulder.

"Aww, look at you two," Sirius mockingly cooed from behind them, and they immediately frowned. "You both would be cute together." Sometimes Sirius just reminds me of another Fred or George.

"For fuck's sake, Sirius," Xavier sighed heavily, while Ron cursed at the fact that he was blushing brightly in broad daylight. I can't give Sirius the satisfaction!

"Language, mate," Sirius scolded with a superior smirk, and the two Slytherins rolled their eyes at Sirius' joking hypocrisy.

"Hey now, I wouldn't ever judge you two if you two were together-"

"And this conversation is officially over," Ron quickly cut in, and Sirius chuckled at the boys' frustrated and uncomfortable reactions.

"No, but seriously, red-locks," Sirius began, calling Ron by his nickname and planting a firm hand on his shoulder. "Xavier is right. You can always count on me as well for money problems, all right? Kid, I owe you both everything! The least I could assure you is that my money is good as yours."

"Thank you, Sirius," Ron replied with a nod, feeling more at ease. I love my family…

"All right, where to next?" Sirius queried, and the trio paused to study their surroundings and to gather their thoughts.

"Well, Tracey wants prank items and I'm pretty sure that there are a few shops that sell joke items around here," Xavier replied, his eyes darting from shop to shop.

"Fred and Goerge always visit Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop with their friend Lee Jordan," Ron informed, and Sirius nodded firmly.

"All right, we'll go there next," Sirius stated.

"Actually, I've got an idea," Xavier suddenly stated. Sirius and Ron listened intently.

"It would be better for one of us to get Tracey her prank items and instead of doubling it, I could buy her a muggle gift," Xavier explained. Ron pondered Xavier's suggestion thoroughly before nodding briskly.

"That's a great idea, mate," Ron complimented effervescently. "Tracey would definitely love a muggle present."

"There are several muggle shops on Charing Cross Road which is where the Leaky Cauldron is located to grant access for our folk to enter Diagon Alley," Sirius apprised whilst rubbing his chin in thought. "Remus can take you and Harry there, while Ron and I can browse through the joke items for your friend Tracey."

"All right, sounds like a plan," Xavier said with a nod, and the trio departed from the upper district of Diagon Alley and eventually met up with Remus and Harry at their 'rendezvous point'.

Xavier Desmond's P.O.V:

Charing Cross Road - Friday, July 25th,1992 (10:30 a.m.)

Sirius conveyed the plan to Remus and the man nodded with understanding. Sirius conjured a large bag to place all of the items that they had purchased and handed it to Remus for safekeeping. Harry seemed rather intrigued at the prospect of seeing the muggle world again and agreed to join Xavier and Remus.

They then split ways, with Sirius and Ron heading off the Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop and Remus leading Xavier and Harry back to the entrance of Diagon Alley. They entered into the Leakey Cauldron, garnering the attention of witches and wizards who were having a chat accompanied by cold drinks and smoke pipes.

Once they made it out of the lively, reputable Leakey Cauldron, Xavier sighed rather nostalgically. I haven't been in the Muggle world in a while… Oh well, perhaps other than when Ron and I rescued Harry, but still…

"What sort of present do you have in mind, Xavier?" Remus questioned, eyeing the Muggles passing by, minding their own business.

"Well, Tracey does express her love for muggle hobbies such as fishing, watching movies at the cinema, and listening to music, so I was thinking of getting her a gift associated with said hobbies," Xavier supplied, and he turned to Harry. "What about you, mate? Got any favourite musicians?"

"Erm, not really," Harry replied with a chuckle. "Though sometimes the Dursleys would leave me with Mrs. Figg, our neighbour, and she loved opera music." Remus and Xavier exchanged vexed scowls when the Dursleys came up in Harry's reply.

"I believe that there is a store that sells music records and instruments around here," Remus provided, and he indicated over to one of the stores among many. "There it is."

Xavier and Harry followed Remus' gaze and found several stores all contiguous to one another. Stores that included beauty salons, small fruit stands, clothing vendors, bookstores, and more. In between the hair salon and a real estate office was a large shop with clear, translucent windowpanes and the sign above the door read 'Soul Sound Co.' Remus decided to wait back, while Xavier and Harry proceeded into the sweet-smelling, spacious store.

Xavier would never admit it, but he felt like an excited child getting rewarded a favourite lolly. Numerous musical instruments, ranging from electrical guitars to orchestral instruments such as the hefty trumpet and the vintage French horn sat on display with price tags underneath them.

The store was sectioned into different aisles of sorts. There was one section for band instruments, then there was a section for sheet music, one for vinyl records, and so forth. There was what sounded to be a 'Hip-Hop' tune playing throughout the store and customers were strolling around in fascination, some even putting their skills to the test and experiencing the sounds of the musical instruments. Harry broke off from Xavier, focusing solely on a vinyl record player in interest, and Xavier decided to wander around the store.

Xavier sauntered past a girl playing the bass guitar with groove and sat on a stool by an upright piano. As he played soothing chords, a young worker came into Xavier's vision and greeted him with a smile. She was a brunette with deep, velvety brown eyes.

"Nice chords you got going on there. You devoted to the piano?" the young teenager, around 16, complimented. Her nametag read 'Ella' on it. Xavier nodded in response to Ella's question. "I've personally always resonated with the electric guitar."

"That's good to know," Xavier responded with a terse smile, and he took note of her laid-back, American accent. "You're from the States, aren't you?"

"You caught me," Ella replied with a giggle. "Yeah, I moved from Nebraska to London around a year ago. My uncle owns this shop, so I automatically got a spot to work here for some cash. I'm Ella, by the way. What's your name?"

"My name is Xavier," Xavier answered with a chuckle, and Ella blushed.

"So, Xavier, do you have your eyes set on something, or are you simply here to, you know, impress the ladies?" Ella questioned in a low whisper, winking roguishly at Xavier. For the love of God…

"No, I'm here to shoot everyone," Xavier sarcastically replied, and Ella's eyes widened. "I'm merely joking, please don't kick me out."

"Don't kid around with that kinda stuff," Ella scolded, smacking Xavier's arm lightly. "I got scared there for a second."

"You may blame your gullible nature for that then," Xavier countered with a smirk, and Ella feigned a gasp at their banter.

"How dare you!" Ella exclaimed, though her mouth was formed in a smile. "I will have to kick you out if you make another sharp remark like that. Some of us want the ladies too, you know."

"All right, all right, fair enough," Xavier hastily agreed, his dark eyes sprinkled with amusement. "And yes, I do in fact want to buy something. My friend's birthday is coming up soon and she is an avid fan of Mugg- I mean she is an avid fan of music. I'm just not sure what to get her." I almost slipped up there…

"Hmm," Ella pondered to herself, and she then snapped her fingers. "I know just the perfect gift."

"Brilliant," Xavier commented, and the teenager led him to the section that was correlated with technology.

"Your friend might love a way to enjoy music on the go and while multitasking wherever she is," Ella provided, showcasing the miscellaneous items on display.

Xavier studied the wide selection of portable cassette players and smirked to himself. Magical folk sometimes really underestimate Muggles…

Xavier's eyes darted from the extravagant boombox to the intriguing personal stereo to the archaic radio. What should I get her?

"I recommend you buy your friend the Walkman," Ella advised, and Xavier listened with rapt attention. "The small device comes with light-weight headphones and works by inserting a cassette tape of choice to play music. There are buttons on the side to control the device and it actually comes with two listening ports so that two people could listen to it. Possibly you and this friend of yours can simultaneously listen to it and make out."

Xavier shot Ella a dull look, and Ella cackled to herself. Ladies and gentlemen, we've got a joker here.

"All right, I'll purchase it," Xavier declared after a moment, and Ella gave him a contented smile. Tracey will love this…

"Excellent choice," Ella commended. "It will be 100 pounds. If you would like to buy cassette tapes, they're just behind you on that shelf."

Xavier gave a nod and spun around to inspect the countless, varied cassette tapes neatly stacked on the shelf. It's a good thing I have some Muggle money. Now… what artists does Tracey like? I recall her droning on about the band 'Queen' and she does love various genres…

Xavier opted to collect a diverse amount of cassette tapes by assorted musicians and genres, and he took the items to the counter. Ella noticed his presence and swiftly came over to scan the items. Once finished, Xavier paid for the items, Ella bagged them, and handed it to Xavier with a pleased smile.

"It was fun meeting you, Xavier," Ella admitted, shaking Xavier's hand.

"Likewise, Ella," Xavier responded with a genial smile. Ella's cheeks turned rosy, and she looked like she wanted to pinch Xavier's cheeks.

"Aww, you're cute! Please do come again," Ella suggested, and Xavier nodded firmly. Most definitely…

"Of course. Thank you, have a nice day," Xavier replied respectfully, and Ella's smile widened.

"I'm sure that friend of yours will date you when you give her that Walkman," Ella called out after him playfully, and Xavier concealed his flushed face expertly with a humoured smirk. I just made a friend from a total stranger… what a rather interesting day…

Xavier made his way back to Harry and gave him a signal that they could leave the store. Before Xavier exited the store, he plucked a string on the bass and smiled to himself. Yeah, I'll definitely visit again…

In the corner of his vision, he saw Ella giving him a small wave of goodbye and Xavier nodded back to her before exiting the store. What a nice lass…

Harry Potter's P.O.V:

The Burrow – Thursday, July 31st,1992 (7:30 a.m.)

A cold cackle accompanied by abrupt flashes of green lights filled Harry's mind and that familiar woman's scream pierced the air. Harry's eyes snapped open, and he panted heavily as his breathing was ragged. Sweat rolled down his pale forehead and slithered over his lightning-shaped scar. It was always the same dream that occurred… or rather the same nightmare that occurred from time to time…

Harry rubbed his eyes groggily and searched for his glasses. He put on his glasses and yawned loudly, stretching his arms high into the air. Sunlight poured through the window, filling Ron's room with a lively colour and Harry simply smiled. I've turned twelve…

The bedroom door then slammed open, causing Harry to emit a girlish scream before covering his mouth. Ron and Xavier entered the room, clutching their stomachs from laughing too hard and Harry's frightened look morphed into one of annoyance.

"Good morning to you guys too," Harry bit out, his peeved face flushing dangerously. Ron and Xavier simply continued laughing and after a few seconds, Harry chuckled along with them and decided to get out of his bed.

"That scream," Ron groaned, wiping away amused tears. "Bloody brilliant that was…"

"Agreed," Xavier added in, rubbing his chest soothingly.

"Anyways," Ron said, slowly regaining his composure. "Happy birthday, Harry."

"Yeah, happy birthday, mate," Xavier piped in, patting Harry's shoulder. "Not everyone gets the chance to turn twelve, you know."

"I… Thanks, guys," Harry muttered after a moment, his heart swelling in happiness. They hadn't forgotten his birthday…

Ron and Xavier walked over to their respective beds and both a pulled out an item and handed it to a perplexed Harry.

"What are these?" Harry asked, and the two Slytherins shot him an incredulous look.

"Your bloody presents from us, of course," Ron answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. They… they got me presents?

"I know, mate, it can be quite a shocker," Xavier noted, and he smiled genuinely. "I hope you like them."

Harry stared at the Slytherin duo for a moment before ripping off the wrapping paper on the items and he smiled widely. On one hand was a professional broom cleaning service kit that came with several accessories to enhance and polish a viable broom, while on his other hand was a book titled: Quidditch Through The Ages. Harry stared at his presents for a few seconds before dropping them on his bed and then pulling his two Slytherin friends into a beholden hug. The Slytherins both awkwardly chuckled and returned the hug, and Harry released them, beaming positively.

"Thank you, guys," Harry said, and he held back brimming tears. "You're both… the first ones to ever get me presents for my birthday…" Besides Hagrid, of course.

"It's no problem, mate," Ron reassured strongly. "We intend on making today the best birthday you've ever had. And you of all people deserve birthday gifts."

"Ron's right, Harry," Xavier spoke, squeezing Harry's shoulder comfortingly. "Your family is now us. All of us."

"Now, let's go breakfast, mate," Ron suggested, and Harry nodded shakily, sighing jubilantly to himself. My family…

The trio rushed down the stairs and entered the kitchens to find Mrs. Weasley and Sirius conversing with each other. Sirius looked rather knackered, but the second Harry stepped in, Sirius grinned exuberantly and embraced his godson.

"You believe it, Molly?" Sirius asked with a laugh. "My godson is twelve today!"

"Happy birthday, dear," Mrs. Weasley said kindly, gesturing Harry to sit with his godfather and Harry smiled back at her.

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," Harry returned, his smile reaching his ears.

"Would you like bacon, dear? Eggs perhaps?" Mrs. Weasley asked, setting out options for Harry.

"Just some toast with eggs, please," Harry replied as his stomach rumbled hungrily. Mrs. Weasley turned back to the stove and got to work, while Ron and Xavier sat across Harry and Sirius.

"So, Harry, Lady Longbottom has informed me that she will begin the party around nine-thirty or so," Sirius informed, and Harry nodded.

"What time should we arrive at Longbottom Manor, Sirius?" Ron asked.

"Preferably before eleven," Sirius advised, and he glanced at his watch. "Remus has probably awakened…"

"Sirius, is Remus all right?" Harry blurted out, his curiosity and worry over Remus getting the better of him. "He's been looking really sick lately… I just want to know if he's all right."

"Of course, kiddo," Sirius answered with a promising look. "Remus has just been fatigued with a rather bad cold lately and we've both been clearing out my childhood home. I've got to get back to there and help him."

"Oh… all right," Harry responded with a small pout. "Will I get to see you both later on today?"

"Remus has to rest, Harry, but you will most definitely see me," Sirius reassured, excitedly wrapping his arm around Harry. "Once you, Ron, and Xavier get back from the party that Lady Longbottom has hosted for you and your friend Neville, we'll all have some fun! Maybe we can have a prank war-"

"I most certainly hope you do not," Mrs. Weasley cut in with a warning tone, and Sirius chuckled nervously.

"Of course not, Molly, I was merely joking," Sirius assured, while Ron and Xavier stifled their laughter. Harry sniggered at his godfather and relaxed softly.

"Thanks, Sirius," Harry said sincerely, and he hugged his godfather. Sirius smiled widely at that and returned the hug vehemently. Sirius then reached into his pockets and pulled a red hard-covered book and handed it to Harry. Harry took the book and studied it with a small smile. Mum… dad…

The book was a photo album of sorts, plastered with several moving photos of Harry's parents. Some were just moving illustrations of themselves, some with Harry, and some with their friends such as Sirius and Remus. Harry gripped the book tightly to his chest and he knew that he would cherish this gift forever.

Ron Weasley's P.O.V:

The Burrow – Thursday, July 31st,1992 (10:30 a.m.)

"Are you three set to go?" Sirius asked, combing Harry's messy raven hair incessantly to create a more tame, smooth coiffure. Ron, Xavier, and Harry nodded firmly, and Sirius flashed them a golden smile.

"Have fun, don't start any fights, and if you're going to scour for a drink then find the cellars," Sirius advised, fixing Ron's collar. "The cellars are always stored with the good drinks."

"Um… thanks, Sirius," Ron replied with an amused smirk, while Harry and Xavier chuckled at Sirius' 'parental advice'.

"Oh, and make sure to charm the ladies," Sirius added in as always, winking at the trio and they blatantly ignored him, making him bark out a laugh. Harry pinched some floo powder and looked back to Ron and Xavier.

"You won't stutter this time, will you?" Ron asked jokingly, and Harry nodded vigorously.

"Don't worry, I think I've got the hang of it," Harry reassured with a smile.

"You two go on, I almost forgot to grab the gift for Lady Longbottom," Xavier instructed, and he disappeared into the kitchens. Harry looked back to the fireplace and called out 'Longbottom Manor' before thrusting the powder into the fireplace and it blazed green. Nicely done…

Ron and Harry stepped through and were greeted by the sight of the familiar Longbottom hall room. Ron and Harry had barely any seconds to register Neville and Hermione rushing towards them and as they looked up, the two Gryffindors came crashing into them. WOAH!

"You guys are here," Hermione said in a breathless tone, latching onto the two boys.

"I'm so glad you're ok, mate," Neville added in, patting Harry's back and Harry smiled at his best mate.

"I'm sorry I couldn't reply to your letters," Harry apologised, but Neville waved it aside.

"It's fine, mate, Ron sent me an owl explaining your situation," Neville cleared up.

"We'll talk about it later," Hermione promised firmly, but then a look of utter horror dawned upon her. "Ron… Harry… where is Xavier?"

Xavier came out from the fireplace right on cue, grasping an expensive bottle, and Hermione shrieked, causing the dark-skinned boy to jump out of his skin.

"Xavier!" Hermione cried and she charged at him. Before Xavier could react, he was engulfed in a bone-crushing hug from Hermione who already had tears slithering down her cheeks. Ha, Xavier looks so lost!

"I thought… I thought you were… gone…" Hermione trailed off, sniffling hysterically and Xavier rubbed her back rather inelegantly but held a solemn look.

"I know and I apologise deeply for the pain you must have gone through while I was comatose," Xavier responded gently, and Hermione clung closer to him. Neville walked over to Xavier with a relieved smile and joined the hug. Xavier patted Neville's back reassuringly and nodded firmly to him.

"I'm all right, I promise," Xavier reassured, and the two Gryffindors released him. Hermione wiped some of her tears away with a handkerchief.

"Nice outfits," Neville endorsed, nodding in approval at Harry, Ron, and Xavier's choice of apparel.

"Thanks, Nev," Harry replied, though he looked slightly disgruntled with the semi-casual clothing. "Sirius recommended it."

"Happy birthday, Neville," Ron said gleefully, and Neville broke into a wide smile when Ron handed him his gift.

"A Mimbulus mimbletonia!" Neville gasped in pure awe, and his friends chuckled at him.

"Indeed, mate," Xavier confirmed with a proud smile; he knew that Neville would love the gift that Ron and Xavier had pitched in to purchase.

"Thanks, guys," Neville said with a gladdened smile, and he examined every inch of the plant. "Did you know that its defense mechanism is to secrete a rancid substance called stinksap?"

"Dully noted," Ron commented. "I will not approach that plant ever again."

His friends burst out in laughter, and they didn't notice Lady Longbottom approaching them with a maternal smile.

"What have you got there, Neville?" Lady Longbottom queried, and the quintet wheeled around.

"A Mimbulus mimbletonia!" Neville answered, still star-struck by the present. "Ron and Xavier bought it for me."

"Is that so?" Lady Longbottom turned her attention to the two Slytherins and smiled approvingly at the Slytherin's semi-casual attire. They never failed to impress her.

"Neville, why don't you take Harry and Hermione to the other guests," Lady Longbottom suggested, earning a firm nod from Neville. Neville directed Hermione and Harry into another room after Harry exchanged a welcoming greeting with Lady Longbottom.

Ron and Xavier simultaneously bowed gallantly, and Ron said courteously, "Thank you for having us back at your immaculate home, Lady Longbottom."

"It will always be my heartfelt pleasure, Ronald," Lady Longbottom returned, handing him her hand and he placed a light kiss on her knuckles. She faced Xavier and gave her hand to him.

Xavier replicated Ron's action and handed the exquisite bottle of Château Lafite Rothschild to a stunned Lady Longbottom. "Neville has informed me that you enjoy this particular bottle."

"And he is completely right," Lady Longbottom responded, smiling knowingly. "It's great to see you back on your feet, Xavier. I hope your recovery was of a speedy one?"

"Yes, my Lady, it was a sufficient one and I feel much more invigorated," Xavier nodded truthfully, and Lady Longbottom smiled a little wider.

"Excellent," Lady Longbottom spoke. "I believe that you two boys and Harry were the last guests to arrive. Let us join the other attendees."

Lady Longbottom guided Ron and Xavier into the lively ballroom in tandem. Ron's eyes landed on the other invitees and realised that most of them were Neville and Harry's friends consisting of Gryffindors. There was a table filled with all sorts of confectionery, savoury dishes, and drinks, and as they all stepped in, the other students of Hogwarts' attention were garnered. Some were transfixed in shock upon Xavier's arrival, while others looked slightly weary of the two Slytherins.

"The cake will be cut shortly," Lady Longbottom announced, her voice echoing off the decorated ballroom walls. "Please, enjoy yourselves."

Lady Longbottom then disappeared, leaving the Hogwarts students to mingle with one another.

"Happy birthday, Harry," came the sweet voice of Lavander Brown, and Harry smiled at her as Ron and Xavier joined him, Neville, and Hermione.

"Thanks, Lav," Harry replied, and he exchanged handshakes with his fellow Gryffindors.

"Your presents are there with Neville's over there," Parvati Patil informed with an ecstatic giggle, pointing over to a large pile of colourfully wrapped gifts.

"So, it's true then," Dean Thomas spoke up, his eyes glued on Xavier. "You survived the coma." Well, no shite…

Xavier nodded curtly, and it earned him awe-struck looks. Ron noticed that Xavier looked rather jaded with the attention, and he smirked to himself.

"Why are you two here anyway?" Seamus Finnegan asked in a snappish tone, and everyone immediately frowned at him. What's this guy's problem?

"Seamus, I invited them," Neville supplied resolutely, shooting the sandy-haired boy a meaningful look.

"Well, I don't see why they should befriend you lot," Seamus growled, as if warning everyone to be cautious around Ron and Xavier.

"You're still pissed about the time I pushed you to the ground because you insulted Hermione, aren't you?" Xavier theorized, smirking at the infuriated Gryffindor.

"Take that smug smirk off your face!" Seamus spat out, and Ron sneered at him.

"You do realise that you're the main reason why Hermione, Harry, and Neville almost got obliterated by a bloody Troll, right? Two 'slimy snakes' saved three of your Housemates and you did nothing. It's beyond me how you're still able to breathe in the same room as Hermione," Ron chimed in ferociously, and some people gasped at the revelation, while others who already knew adverted their gaze due to how unpleasant the situation was becoming. Seamus' resolve seemed to have cracked severely at that.

"Guys don't start anything," Hermione pleaded firmly, holding onto the Slytherin's arms solicitously. Give me a goddamn reason, Finnegan…

"Seamus, leave the Hogwarts politics back at school, will you?" Dean ordered with an irked expression, and Seamus backed off a little at his best mate's command.

"Yeah, guys, come on," Harry piped in, stepping in the middle of the group. "Mrs. Longbottom hosted a party for Neville and me. The least we can do is not start a fight."

The girls seemed to have agreed whole-heartedly and Parvati Patil's twin, Padma Patil, stepped up, earning the attention of the two Slytherins. Oh good, at least there's a Ravenclaw here…

"Hi, I'm Padma Patil," Padma introduced with an authentic smile, and the two Slytherins lost their cold looks and replaced them with genteel smiles. Blimey, she's really pretty…

"I'm Ron, and this is Xavier," Ron returned, feeling rather eased that the subject has been altered.

"It's nice to meet you, Padma," Xavier added in with a handsome smirk, and Padma blushed cutely.

"Can you tell us what Slytherin is like?" Padma enquired, looking genuinely curious. "I've always wanted to know, but…"

"Yeah, some of us are too cold to hold a conversation with," Ron nodded with understanding, earning him some chuckles. "Yeah, we'll tell you guys about it."

"The Slytherin House is sort of like a monarchy," Xavier explained, and everyone listened with rapt attention. "The Slytherin Prefects and Head Boy or Head Girl take control of the House, setting an order for each year level. The older students are to watch over the younger ones and make sure they don't get into any trouble, while the younger students are to earn as many points as possible as it is easier in the earlier years to do so, especially for the first-year students."

"Though I'm sure that no older students were looking over me this year," Ron drawled, mainly directing his joke to Xavier and his dark-skinned friend nodded in agreement.

"Why's that?" Fay Dunbar asked intriguingly.

"Because I'm a Blood-Traitor who ended up in the Noble House of Slytherin," Ron answered emotionlessly. Some of his year-mates flinched slightly, while others adorned sympathetic looks.

"Aww… you poor thing," Lavander commiserated, and she blushed in realisation at how random her pity occurred from. "I mean… I'm sorry if you… had any trouble-"

"No, it's quite all right," Ron interjected with a chuckle, and Lavander smiled widely in relief, making Hermione transparently roll her eyes.

"On the bright side, Xavier and I ever were able to get loads of House points, so the older students basically adore us," Ron stated optimistically, and he then frowned. "I hope…"

"What about you lot?" Xavier piped in with an inquisitive look planted on his face. "What's Gryffindor like?"

Before anyone could reply, Seamus once again rudely scoffed and snarled, "Why do you care, you snake? It's not like you're going to ever visit Gryffindor Tower anyway…"

Unfortunately for Seamus, no one elected to come to his defense this time. Not even Dean Thomas. Ron glared in disgust at the insolent sandy-haired boy and had the distinct motive to deck the twat, but instead placed a protective hand on Xavier's shoulder to hold him back in case he would charge at Finnegan. Seriously, what's this dickhead's problem?!

"Watch your tone, you bothersome cunt," Xavier growled in a condescending tone, and Hermione pursed her lips at his foul language, though she looked too incensed with Seamus to say anything. "You have no idea who you're messing with."

"Leave him, mate," Ron whispered stably in Xavier's ear. "There's no point starting a brawl with this knacker."

"Seamus, if you have something against Xavier or Ron, I suggest you make your way and leave now," Neville advised, anger evident in his voice. Ron smirked coldly at that; Neville had definitely grown thicker skin in the presence of Harry, Hermione, Xavier, and Ron himself. "Don't insult my friends."

"W-what?" Seamus stammered in shock. "You can't be serious-"

"You heard him," Harry cut in with a fuming expression. "Don't insult our friends."

"They're right, Seamus," Lavander huffed heatedly, her arms crossed over her chest. "If you can't be respectful, you should leave."

"This is a birthday party for Merlin's sakes!" Parvati chastised, her hands firmly positioned on her hips. "Don't ruin Neville and Harry's special day."

"Seamus, why don't you take a breather?" Dean finally enjoined, giving his best mate a mollifying look and the Gryffindors sighed in relief inwardly as they knew only Dean could placate his best mate. "We'll be back guys."

Dean then began to guide Seamus out from the room not before shooting an apologetic nod to Xavier, and Xavier returned a terse nod of thanks. Seamus shot a furious look at the two Slytherins, however, it was nothing compared to the death glares sent right back from Xavier and Ron. Bloody git...

"I'm so sorry about Seamus," Lavander spoke up after a moment of uncomfortable silence. "He's normally like that… really short-tempered… especially around Slytherins…"

"Nothing new, I assure you," Xavier responded brusquely, and everyone shot him and Ron genuine looks of uneasy condolences.

At that moment, Lady Longbottom marched into the ballroom and declared, "Children, time to cut the cake."

Everyone refocused their attention at her proclamation and enthusiastically approached a floating table with a large cake accommodating it. It was a quidditch-themed cake and had several layers of flavours coated within itself. Ron hungrily licked his lips. That looks bloody good!

"You coming, mate?" Ron questioned, eyeing his best mate who hadn't budged from where he was standing.

"Yeah… yeah, I'm coming," Xavier muttered absentmindedly, his eyes darting towards Dean and Seamus who had entered the room once more. The nuisance ignored the two Slytherins, while Dean shot them a small smile of assurance. Thank Merlin for Dean Thomas…

"Come on, mate," Ron encouraged, placing a firm hand on Xavier's shoulder and he shuddered, feeling the rage emanating from his best friend. "Let's go get some cake, eh?"

"I… I think I'll just stay here, mate," Xavier replied nonchalantly, his expression still colder than ice. "I don't like sweet things anyway, remember?"

Ron sighed heavily and responded woefully, "If you say so, mate."

Ron swiftly turned around and made his way to the others. He scowled wolfishly when he saw Seamus laughing with Dean; Ron would never allow for some annoying cunt like him to get away with trifling any of his friends. Twit… You're really lucky that we weren't at Hogwarts…

Ron lingered in the back of the crowd, and when he heard footsteps behind him, he smiled in repose as Xavier stood next to him.

"I'm all right, Ron," Xavier whispered before Ron could ask and bumped his knuckles with Ron's, making their rings clash. "Thanks for holding me back there, mate."

"Anytime, mate," Ron replied in a whisper, and he bumped his knuckles back with Xavier's. "I can't count how many times you've done the same for me."

Longbottom Manor – Thursday, July 31st,1992 (12:30 p.m.)

After cutting the cake and serving everyone a slice, Lady Longbottom resumed the party, and everyone dispersed into their own conversations. Ron and Xavier took the chance to distance themselves into their own corner but after a few minutes, all of the girls were too inquisitive to not fraternize with the two Slytherins and took the opportunity to finally hold a conversation as Ron and Xavier were possibly the only two candidates that they could ever talk to without feeling perturbed or fearful of unlike the other Slytherins.

Ron's perspective of the Gryffindors was clearer now; they were an emotional and bold lot, always arguing with each other but coming to each other's aid when students from other Houses were involved. Lavender Brown had happily described the Gryffindor Common Room, almost revealing too much information but she was quickly saved by her best friend, Parvati. Though Ron knew a couple of things about Gryffindor from his older brothers, it was still fascinating to hear things about the brave and courageous House.

"Scheming revenge fantasies on all of us, I presume?" came Padma's elegant voice, and the two Slytherins faced her with equally handsome smiles. Padma handed them each a drink and smiled intriguingly.

"I was glad to know that I wouldn't be the only person from another House invited to the party," Padma admitted, sipping from her drink. "Being the only Ravenclaw at a party full of Gryffindors can become quite awkward real fast." Finally, someone who can relate!

"Agreed. The Gryffindors are indeed a tenacious lot," Xavier replied, and he leaned casually against a wall. "So, tell us about Ravenclaw, Padma."

"Yeah," Ron agreed, sipping from his own cup. "I've always known a few things about Gryffindor because of my family, but I've always wanted to know more about Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw." To be fair, I could have asked Pandora or Xeno about Ravenclaw…

"The Ravenclaws all despise you two," Padma started, and she giggled when Xavier and Ron's smiles fell off their faces. "I'm only kidding."

"Bloody hell," Ron muttered, shaking his head. "And I thought that the Ravenclaws wanted to dissect us."

"They do, in fact," Padma confirmed with a laugh. "Every time one of you guys achieves an immense amount of House points or pull off some crazy stunt, the Ravenclaws consistently whisper about you," Padma reported, and she gave them a dazzling smile, showing off her pearly whites. "To be fair though, you two have made quite the name for yourselves."

"What can we say?" Xavier replied with a laid-back smirk. "Crazy things just happen to find us."

"Fair enough," Padma responded, her cheeks flushing. "I'm guessing Slytherin has its own diverse values and there are things that go on in the House that the other Houses don't know about?"

"Maybe, maybe not," Ron answered cryptically, and Padma giggled.

"Surely all Houses have their own things going on, right?" Xavier pointed out, and Padma nodded strongly.

"Most definitely. I mean, in our House, students are assigned a project to take care of pets and feed them," Padma informed. "Professor Flitwick has a special place in his heart for animals, magical or not."

"Is that so?" Xavier said, exchanging a captivated look with Ron. "Interesting…"

Xavier trailed off and his eyes were fixated on something beyond himself, Ron, and Padma. "Please, excuse me."

Ron and Padma watched in curiosity as Xavier walked off toward a piece of polished furniture, and they only realised that it was a piano when Xavier lifted the lid concealing the smooth black and white keys. Xavier sat down and began to play ceremoniously, and Ron noticed the impressed looks by the others who had quickly turned their attention to him.

"Wow… he can play brilliantly," Padma whispered in an enraptured smile, and Ron nodded proudly.

"I know right," Ron agreed as the girls from Gryffindor began to surround Xavier, and Lavander squealed excitedly at Xavier expertly running his hands across the piano keys. So bloody talented…

"Padma, may I ask you something?" Ron suddenly inquired, and Padma listened intently. "Well, basically, this year… Luna Lovegood, someone who is like a sister to me, is coming to Hogwarts… and I have a feeling that she will end up in Ravenclaw as her parents are both Ravenclaws and-"

"And you want me to watch over her and report back to you if anything happens?" Padma interposed, her smile increasing at Ron's shy blush. "Aw, that's so generous of you! Of course, I will, Ron."

"Really?" Ron asked in a stunned manner. "You would really do that for me?"

"I've got a sister as well, you know," Padma reminded, glancing at Parvati who was watching Xavier in amazement. "She's in Gryffindor, while I'm in Ravenclaw. We weren't expecting to get separated and so we constantly worry over each other."

"Fair enough," Ron nodded, and he shot her an indebted smile. "You're a bloody life-saver, Padma. I owe you one."

"I'll hold onto that," Padma replied with a playful smirk and sipped from her drink. "I'm going to ask Xavier to teach me how to play."

"Of course," Ron said, and he watched as Padma approached Xavier and sat by his side. Thank bloody Merlin… now I have someone who I can trust who will watch over Luna… People will no doubt take the piss out of her for her… inimitable disposition…

Ron clenched his teeth at the mere thought of it. He wouldn't dare let anyone lay a finger nor speak obscene words directed towards his Luna. She was too pure for this world and someone like her deserved to be treated with the utmost respect and friendliness. I swear if Padma tells me that anyone has insulted Luna, I will rip their-

"Merlin, if looks could kill," came Neville's voice, and Ron faced his three Gryffindor friends capriciously.

"Oh, hey guys," Ron greeted with a perky smile, and they smiled back at him.

"What are you doing here alone, mate?" Harry asked, and Ron chuckled slyly.

"Nothing, just observing Xavier's fantastic playing skills," Ron answered, and the Golden Trio bought that answer as they all stared at Xavier producing exotic, rich melodies.

"Yeah, I never knew he could play the piano so well," Hermione enthused, and she then frowned. "Guess that's another thing that no one told me about."

"Oh no," Ron mumbled apprehensively, earning snickers from Harry and Neville. "I have a feeling that Hermione is unhappy with me."

"Prat," Hermione huffed in exasperation, smacking Ron's arm. "When were you going to tell me that Xavier had woken up from his coma or that you two had rescued Harry from his place?! Or what is all too inconsequential to apprise back to me?!"

"Blimey Hermione, calm down," Ron mollified with a nervy chuckle, his eyes darting around the spacious room. "Look, we wanted to surprise you-"

"We?" Hermione rounded on Neville, and the birthday boy paled severely.

"I wasn't part of it, I swear," Neville reassured strongly, shooting an amused Ron a miffed look. "Ron just wanted to surprise you so that you could be really happy when you saw that Harry and Xavier were fine."

"Whatever," Hermione huffed indignantly, and Ron chuckled to himself. "On a serious note, how did you and Xavier rescue Harry?"

"I've wanted to hear this myself," Harry admitted, waiting for Ron to explain.

"Well, Xavier and I became concerned with the fact that Harry was staying with his Muggle family instead of spending his time here at Neville's place," Ron began, and he shot Harry a questioning look. "Why did you end up going to back to your Muggle family, mate?"

"Dumbledore urged me to," Harry answered dubiously, and Ron's eyebrows shot up to his hair. "He talked to me after I woke up from the night when we went after the Philosopher's Stone, and he told me that I needed to stay with the Dursleys for my own safety… whatever that means…" What the hell… what's Dumbledore playing at?

"It's Professor Dumbledore," Hermione corrected. "And I'm sure he had his reasons."

"Bloody hopefully," Ron shook his head, still reeling from surprise.

"Continue the story," Neville requested.

"Oh, right- so Xavier and I decided to break Harry out from his place and that's when I sent an owl to Hermione for Harry's address. Once we got it, well, we snuck out after we were sure that everyone was asleep, and we took my dad's flying car-"

"Woah… your dad has a flying car?" Neville interrupted, his eyes bulging with astonishment. "Isn't that against the law or something?"

"Yeah, but my dad found a loophole," Ron assured, and he smirked in a braggadocious manner. "Feel free to come over anytime and we'll take it for a spin."

"Much obliged," Neville chuckled; he felt safer travelling in a flying car than a broom anyway.

"So yeah, we reached Harry's address in the dead of the night. We had a slight altercation with Harry's family, but nonetheless, we came back in one piece," Ron concluded, and when Hermione and Neville looked over to Harry for confirmation, he nodded truthfully.

"Brilliant," Neville remarked with a large smile.

"You and Xavier could have gotten yourself hurt!" Hermione chided with an askance look, though there was a tone of admiration in her voice. "Or worse, you guys could have been spotted by Muggles!"

"Wow, really?" Ron asked as he feigned a saddened look. "You would be more worried over us if we got caught than we got hurt?"

"For heaven's sake, Ronald," Hermione groaned, while Harry and Neville burst out laughing at Ron's cheeky frivolousness.

"What about the House-Elf's warning?" Neville queried after controlling his laughter. "What was that about?"

"House-Elf?" Hermione immediately inquired, her brow furrowed deeply. "What warning?"

"Your letters never actually reached me," Harry answered with a serious look. "There was this House-Elf that came to me one night when I was in my bedroom. It warned me to not go back to Hogwarts and when I asked for a reason, he would say things about 'great danger that was going to happen this year at Hogwarts' and then he would punish himself by banging his head against the desk," Harry supplied, and Neville looked spooked by the revelation.

"Yes, I've read about that," Hermione commented, biting her bottom lip. "Apparently House-Elves are extremely faithful to their masters and are meant to keep their secrets to the graves. Maybe this House-Elf you're speaking about belongs to a prominent family and thought he was over-stepping by warning you of things that you shouldn't have known and thus, punished himself for it."

"It's true," Neville noted, his tone suggesting that he was familiar with the sort of situation. "We've got House-Elves that cook and clean the Manor here and one time, I remember witnessing a House-Elf punch its own head when he overcooked our dinner by accident." Bloody hell, that's messed up… I've always wanted a House-Elf though….

"That's horrible," Hermione suddenly sniffed in a piteous voice. Um, what's this about?

The three boys shot each other baffled looks but decided to ignore Hermione's sudden change of poignant demeanour.

"The House-Elf does belong to a wealthy family," Ron confided, ending the strange, incomprehensible moment. "The Malfoy family, in fact."

"Really?" Hermione asked instantaneously, her prickling tears dissipating, and she internalized them. "How can you be so sure?"

"Because I saw it get summoned by Lucius Malfoy, who is Malfoy's dad," Harry answered for Ron. "The House-Elf's name is Dobby, by the way."

"Do you guys think something bad is going to happen?" Neville asked in a slightly frightened manner. He had already experienced enough egregious nightmares for some time. "Do you think it has to do with… y-you-know-who?"

Ron instantly balled his fists at the mention of the Dark Lord, while Harry and Hermione gulped at the thought of the malevolent abomination.

"I sincerely hope not," Ron responded, his blue eyes staring off into nowhere in particular. "Anyways, I'm famished. Any more slices of cake left?"

"Mate… I just witnessed you scarf down like four or five slices before," Neville muttered, his lips quirking into an incredulous smile.

"I mean, you can have mine," Harry presented Ron a plate of his unfinished slice and Ron shot him a quick smile of thanks before swallowing the delightful, luscious treat in one go. He missed the dumbfounded looks on his fellow Gryffindor mates. Mm, so tasty!

"Unbelievable," Hermione muttered, her mouth hanging wide open.

"What?" Ron drawled, savouring the coated cream excessively. "Eating is like a bloody piece of cake for me!"

"I'm going to ignore that horrible joke and move on," Hermione commented, and Ron roared with laughter. "Cover your mouth, Ronald!"

Harry Potter's P.O.V:

The Burrow – Thursday, July 31st,1992 (7:30 p.m.)

It has been the finest birthday Harry had even celebrated in his whole entire life. After spending quality time with his Hogwarts mates at Longbottom Manor, Harry, Ron, and Xavier had flooed back to the Burrow only to be bombarded with birthday wishes from the rest of the Weasley Siblings. Needless to say, Harry was overwhelmed with the love he received from this incredible family.

The twins and Sirius then decided to play a game of Quidditch, and Harry finally got to test out his new Nimbus 2001. It was faster and flew more elegantly than his former broom, the Nimbus 2000. Harry had his golden snitch that his father had inherited and used it to play the game properly. They regularly switched teams and switched brooms to make it fair as they zoomed over the everlasting pastures that surrounded the Burrow. Harry thought that he could never witness such a spectacular sight.

After hours of flying around, dodging each other expertly, and scoring points competitively, they all called it a day and headed back to the Burrow. Upon immediate arrival, the Burrow was swarming with mouth-watering flavours and Harry was shell-shocked to see that Mrs. Weasley had cooked up a feast that could even rival the ones of Hogwarts just for his birthday. They had tucked into the delectable food, conversing, and laughing as the Lovegood family and Mr. Weasley joined them and Harry had never eaten so much scrumptious food in his malnourished life besides from the few times at Hogwarts.

Harry rubbed his bloated stomach as it heaved in and out rather irregularly; he was full to bursting but he wasn't complaining at all. Mrs. Weasley definitely knew how to prepare exceptional food.

Harry observed everyone around him with a euphoric smile plastered on his face from his sedentary position on an armchair. Sirius, Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Lovegood were conversing in high spirits, Mrs. Weasley was listening to a musical program called the Witching Hour on the Wizarding Wireless Network, Ron was enthusiastically chatting to Percy and Mrs. Lovegood, the twins were versing each other at Gobstones, and Ginny and Luna were listening to Xavier play the charming piano with huge smiles while trying to replicate Xavier's proficient skills. Harry had never been at such peace with his life.

Harry got off from the armchair and walked up the stairs tiredly, his legs still sore from all the flying around. Once he reached Ron's room, he wandered to his bed and plopped himself down, glancing at the pile of his unopened presents. He pulled out the book Sirius had presented him, and he flipped through the pages slowly, eyeing every single detail of his parents. Harry was clearly obsessed with the book, but to him, it was the greatest treasure he could have ever obtained.

As Harry turned another page to a picture of his parents dancing, the bedroom door opened, and Xavier poked his head inside and his dark eyes landed on Harry.

"Oh, there you are, little bro," Xavier said, and he shut the door behind him.

"Hey… you're only older than me by like eleven days," Harry joked cheekily, and Xavier emitted a soft chuckle.

"We were wondering if you had wanted to call it a night," Xavier supplied. "What are you doing?"

"No, I'm not really tired… I'm just looking… at this," Harry replied slowly, and Xavier took a seat next to him. Harry consented for his dark-skinned friend to have a look and Xavier studied the moving illustrations without a hint of emotion on his face.

"I'm glad you have this, mate," Xavier admitted, handing the book back to Harry after a minute. "It can be a source of comfort to calm you down if you ever feel anger or hopelessness."

Harry nodded fervently, and he looked down at the pictures. "I still wish… that my parents were alive…"

"Of course, mate… anyone in their right mind would feel the missing hole of their parent's presence in their life… that is anyone who is parentless…" Xavier trailed off, and Harry just sat in silence, resonating with his statement.

"Xavier," Harry started, and the Slytherin faced the Gryffindor. "Do you… think about your parents?"

"Of course, I do, mate… all the time," Xavier repeated softly, his black coals for eyes burning into the far depths of nowhere. "I just… I know that nothing can bring them back… the only thing I can do is honour my family name and strive for greatness… people already have high expectations of me, and I can't hold the will to fail them. And recently… I've felt like everyone here in the Burrow are like my family now… my Slytherin friends are like my family now… You, Nev, and Hermione are like my family now… Or at least that's how I feel now anyways…"

Harry nodded shakily in understanding and stared ahead. "I… I think I understand Xavier… and yes… we're family…" And I hope nothing ever changes that…