Harry’s world came to a shuddering halt in early December. It was a normal Thursday. Yule decorations had just gone up, turning the Great Hall festive and cheery. Massive evergreen trees lined the room, adorned with twinkling bobbles and strings of fairy lights. Harry loved it. The holiday cheer was strong enough to outweigh the seasonal misery of quidditch training in the December cold, which was quite a feat given the ever-present snow and sleet turned his bones to ice within minutes of mounting his broom.