It was true that Harry wasn't going back to the Manor for Christmas. Professor Mcgonagall had come around the week before to each house, making a list of students who would be staying for the holidays, and Harry had signed up at once when he had seen Fred and George’s names. Feeling horrible he had used the mirror to call his Father, crying he explained why he had signed up, his Father had just laughed and said he understood and as long as he rang on Christmas day he didn't mind, in support of Harry and Hermione, Theo, Draco and Luna stayed as well. Harry didn't feel sorry for himself at all; this would probably be the best Christmas he'd ever had, his Fred and Fred’s brothers; George and Percy were staying, too, because Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going to Romania to visit Charlie, Ron was going to the Potter's holiday home in the Bahamas as he bragged about loudly, instead of staying with his brothers which only lowered the opinion the Slytherins had of him. When they left the dungeons at the end of Potions, they found a large fir tree blocking the corridor ahead, two enormous feet sticking out at the bottom and a loud puffing sound told them that Hagrid was behind it."Hi, Hagrid, want any help?" They heard Ron ask, watching him stick his head through the branches."Nah, I'm alright, thanks, Ron."Would you mind moving out of the way?" Harry finally spoke up sounding angry and frustrated.