"Agrippa! It's the card I been looking for... Harry, where did you find..." Ron knew the answer before he finished. "Harry, I can't...."
                              
      "There were two of them, I only need one. Consider it a present from my mum," Harry said, quietly.
                              
      Ron did not know what to say at first. He hesitated, but nodded. Harry got an assortment of candies and games, and a book on Seeker training from Ron, a box of treacle fudge from Hagrid and a bottle of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion from Hermione. He looked at it trying to figure out why she got it for him.
                              
      "Well, there is supposed to be a ball, sooner or later. And if it can make my hair straight, it can make yours lie flat," she said, glancing up at his hair with a grin.  
                              
      Harry was not sure he wanted this present, but it was definitely better than last year's schedule books, which he and Ron burned without telling her. He did notice she did not as many presents as usual, which did not make much sense, because Fred and George gave her some skiving Snack boxes this year (even though they knew she'd never use them). 
                              
      He looked over at Percy, who only got a present from his parents. He was pulling over his Weasley sweater, to get warmer, when he knocked his glasses to the floor. He could not see where they went and no one else was paying attention. Harry maneuvered through the others, picked up Percy's horn-rimmed glasses, and handed them to him, which he took them and put them on.
                              
      "Thanks, Harry," he said, slightly depressed.
                              
      "Don't worry about all that stuff that happened last year. It is in the past. Everyone believed the Ministry," Harry said suddenly only to him, trying to cheer him up.
                              
      "And my parents?" he said, almost sickened with regret. 
                              
      Harry only then realized that Percy felt worse about how he treated his mother and father than about him. Harry thought about it for second before responding.
                              
      "You know, I think they are just glad you are back. They were so... unhappy that you were at ends with them. They just wanted their son back before anything happened," Harry said, quietly, making sure no one else heard them.  
                              
      Percy looked at him and then at his parents, who were having a deep discussion with Fred and George about the choices of their presents.
                              
      "Thanks, Harry, I appreciate it," Percy said.  
                              
      Harry nodded. Mrs. Weasley set breakfast in the kitchen. They had to put their presents aside to eat a large Christmas morning breakfast. Afterward, they took their presents upstairs. Harry placed them in his trunk, it was not an as big of a haul as last year. One present was missing. He thought immediately of Sirius. He went over to the window. He was looking for an owl, but all he could see was snow. Ron watched him, but before Harry noticed that he was, Ron had figured it out. 
                              
      "You alright?" Ron asked.
                              
      "Yeah, just stupid thinking," Harry admitted.
                              
      "Hey, it's not stupid..." Ron started.
                              
      "Yeah," he said gloomy, but then Fred and George popped into the room, making Ron and Harry jump. 
                              
      "Sorry!" Fred said, smiling. "Charlie said he'd play!" 
                              
      "And Ginny already said yes, too, you two want to?" George asked.
                              
      Ron looked to Harry, who said, "Yeah, we'll come!"  
                              
      They got fully dressed and headed back downstairs. Mrs. Weasley was fussing over them and Hermione just stared in disbelief.
                              
      "I want you all back in an hour, you hear me!" Mrs. Weasley yelled after them as they tore toward the padlock. There was certainly no objection to her request.