Harry had never in all his life had such a Yule dinner, even at the Manor, it was usually a quiet family affair, it had started that way when Harry was still skittish and afraid of everyone, then it became a tradition. An obscene amount of fat roasted turkeys and chickens; mountains of roasted and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas; tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce. Stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table, these fantastic party favors were nothing like the feeble Muggle ones the orphanage usually bought, with their little plastic toys and their flimsy paper hats inside. Most purebloods never saw the point of buying them as they were for the holiday Christmas which they didn't celebrate. Harry happily pulled a wizard cracker with Fred while they were grinning widely at each other, and it didn't just bang, it went off with a blast like a cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke. While from the inside exploded a rear admiral's hat and several live, white mice. Harry blushed brightly when Fred placed the hat on his head softly while watching him fondly. Up at the High Table, Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizard's hat for a flowered bonnet, and was chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick had just read him. Flaming Christmas puddings followed the turkey. Percy nearly broke his teeth on a silver sickle embedded in his slice. Harry watched Hagrid getting redder and redder in the face as he called for more wine, finally kissing Professor McGonagall on the cheek, who, to the group of first years and two third years, amazement and Severus’ disgust, giggled and blushed, her top hat lopsided. Harry felt bad for Severus who was stuck between Mcgonagall and Dumbledore looking quite bored and disinterested.　　Harry, Hermione, their friends and the Weasley twins spent their late afternoon, happily having a furious snowball fight on the grounds. Harry, Fred, and George against Hermione, Theo, Draco and Luna. Despite having one less player Harry, Fred and George won and then proceeded to rub it in their faces. Together, the group which was cold, wet, and gasping for breath, returned to the fire in the Slytherin common room, since they were alone they snuck the twins in for a secret sleepover. After a small late night meal of leftover turkey/chicken sandwiches, crumpets, trifle, and Christmas cake, everyone felt too full and sleepy to do much before bed except sit and watch Draco and Theo chase Fred and George all over Slytherins dungeons because they'd turned their hair an ugly shade of pink. It had been one of Harry's best Yule day's ever, when everyone had finally calmed down and talking amongst themselves Harry finally approached Fred and with his face burning he handed him a small box wrapped in Gryffindor red and gold. "You didn't have to" Fred whispered pulling Harry to his lap."I know, but I wanted too" Harry whispered back trying to avoid gaining everyone's attention.