I know it's been a while since I updated but I've had loads of work to do for college. But here it is, the next chapter... and I made it extra long to make up for it being so late xx

"It was Snape," Ron told us as we sat in Hagrid's hut later that day, "Hermione and I saw him. He was cursing the broomstick, muttering. He wouldn't take his eyes off you."

"Rubbish," Hagrid laughed, "Why would Snape do something like that?"

I bit at my lip as I swapped a look with Harry, and he nodded slightly as if to tell me that I should tell Hagrid. "Well..." I started making them all look at me, "Harry and I found out something about him." I locked my eyes on Hagrid, "With all what happened on Halloween with the Troll and stuff... we found out that Snape tried to get past the three headed dog. It bit him, and we think he was trying to steal whatever it's guarding."

"How do you know about Fluffy?" Hagrid asked sharply as he almost dropped the teapot.

"Fluffy?" I asked, bluntly.

"Yeah, he's mine." Was the reply, "Bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las' year – I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the..."

"Yes?" Harry asked eagerly making me kick his shin.

"Now, don't ask me anymore," Hagrid grumbled, "That's top secret that is."

"But Snape's trying to STEAL it!" I whined slightly.

"Rubbish," Hagrid argued, "Snape's a Hogwarts teacher, he's do nothing of the sort."

"So why did he just try and kill Harry?" Hermione asked smartly, obviously having changed her mind about the whole Snape thing from the last discussion. "I know a jinx when I see one Hagrid, I've read all about them! You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking! I saw him!"

"I'm telling yeh, yer wrong!" Hagrid snapped hotly, "I don't know why Harry's broomstick acted like that, but Snape wouldn't try and kill a student!" I rolled my eyes and slumped down in my seat with a scoff. "Now, listen to me, all four of yeh – yer meddlin' in things that don' concern yeh. It's dangerous. You forget that dog, an' you forget what it's guardin', that's between Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel..."

"Nicholas Flamel?" I smirked, "So there's someone else involved." Hagrid looked furious with himself as I grinned at Harry who replied with a grin just as wide.

Christmas was coming quickly, and one morning in mid-December, we all woke to find Hogwarts covered in several feet of snow. The lake was frozen and I got my first detention! A proud moment it was. I'd helped the twins bewitch several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.

The few owls that managed to battle their way through the stormy sky to deliver post had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could set off again.

I wasn't the only one who couldn't wait for the holiday's to start, already having told Aunt Molly that I was going to stay at the castle for Christmas so that Harry wouldn't be alone. However, she did inform me that she and Uncle Arthur were going to Romania to visit Charlie anyway, so Ron and the twins would be staying too. Anyways, while the Gryffindor Common Room and the Great Hall had roaring fires, the draughty corridors had become icy and a bitter wind rattled the windows of the classrooms. Worst though, had to be Snape's classes, down in the dungeons, where our breath rose in a mist before us and the only way to keep even remotely warm was to crowd as close to our cauldrons as possible.

"I do feel sorry," I heard Malfoy say one Potions lesson, "for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home." My eyes snapped up from where I was slicing gurdyroots to see he was looking pointedly at Harry.

"Hey Malfoy," I asked curiously, making his gaze snap to me, "Does your mom always look like there's Dragon dung under her nose, or is it just when you're there?"

The blond blanched slightly before turning to face the front again making me smirk. Malfoy had been worse than usual after the Quidditch match, but we also soon learnt that the boy would never say anything directly to me, though none of us knew why.

"Nice," Harry grinned slightly making me wink at him before going back to my slicing.

When we left the dungeons at the end of Potions, we found a large fir tree blocking the corridor ahead. Two enormous feet popping out of the bottom and a loud puffing noise told us that Hagrid was carrying it. "Hey Hagrid," I greeted cheerfully.

"You want any help?" Ron asked politely as he stuck his head through some of the branches.

"Nah, I'm all right, thanks, Ron," Hagrid replied with a smile.

"Would you mind moving out of the way?" Malfoy's sneers came from behind us, making me tense and spin around to glare, "Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose – that hut of Hagrid's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to."

Before Ron could respond, I already had Malfoy pinned to the nearest wall, my hand curled around his tie. Once again, the blond blanched at the sight of me and his eyes widened slightly. "PREWITT!" Snape's voice sounded from behind me making my glare darken as I slowly let go of the blond boy's tie and stepped back.

"She was provoked, Professor," Hagrid defended, "Malfoy was insultin' their family."

"Be that as it may, fighting is against Hogwarts rules, Hagrid," Snape snapped, "Five points from Gryffindor, and be grateful it isn't more. Move along now, all of you."

With that, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle shoved roughly past the tree, scattering needles everywhere and smirking making me growl lowly and dangerously as I took a step after them. "Leave it," Hermione told me as she put a hand on my shoulder.

"I'll get him," Ron gritted out, "one of these days, I'll get him..."

"I hate them both," Harry confirmed, "Malfoy and Snape."

"Come on, cheer up, it's nearly Christmas," Hagrid told us cheerfully making my gaze snap from the bottom of the corridor where the three had disappeared and towards him. "Tell yeh what, come with me an' see the Great Hall, looks a treat."

With that, he set off, Harry, Ron and Hermione following close behind as I kicked my toe against the stone floor. I closed my eyes and sighed, trying to calm myself down before I followed... Hagrid was right, it was nearly Christmas, and that meant I had two weeks without my annoying blond cousin.

"Sarah?" Harry asked cautiously, making me look up to see that he'd walked back down to me, the other three waiting at the top of the corridor. "Are you okay?"

I nodded slightly before taking a breath and smiling, "Yeah," I smiled before taking his hand, "Come on." He grinned back and we jogged to catch up to the others.

"Ah, Hagrid, the last tree!" Flitwick called as we walked in, "Put it in the far corner, would you?"

I bit at my lip as I looked around the room though, festoons of holly and mistletoe hung all around the walls and now fewer than twelve towering Christmas trees stood around the room, some sparkling with tiny icicles and other glittering with hundreds of candles.

"How many days have you got left before your holidays?" Hagrid asked as he approached us again.

"Just one," I replied simply, once again grinning at the thought of getting rid of Malfoy for two weeks.

"That reminds me," Hermione said suddenly making me glance at her, "We've got half an hour before lunch, we should be in the library."

"Oh yeah," Ron nodded, "You're right."

"Library?" Hagrid asked curiously, as he followed us into the hallway. "Just before the holidays? Bit keen aren't you?"

"Oh, we're not doing homework," I laughed slightly.

"Ever since you mentioned Nicholas Flamel we're been trying to find out who he is," Harry commented.

"You what?" Hagrid asked, shocked. "Listen here – I've told yeh – drop it! It's nothin' to you what that dog's guardin'."

"We just want to know who Flamel is," I explained in wide eyed innocence, "That's all, Hagrid." The large man sighed, obviously believing me. "So, unless you'd like to tell us to save us time?"

He suddenly glared, catching on, "We must've been through hundreds of books already and we can't find him anywhere – just give us a hint," Harry asked, "I know I've read his name somewhere."

"I'm sayin' nothin'," Hagrid replied flatly making me sigh and tug Harry's sleeve.

"Then we'll just have to find out ourselves," I smiled widely, "C'mon guys, see ya Hagrid!" With that I pulled Harry down the corridor with me, Ron and Hermione following right behind me as we left Hagrid looking disgruntled.

We had actually been looking for Flamel since Hagrid mentioned him, trouble was, we couldn't find him in anything. He wasn't in 'Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century' or 'Notable Magical Names of Our Time'. Both of these being books that I'd read through myself, Harry and the other two had informed me that he wasn't in any of the books they'd read either. Those of which included, 'Important Modern Magical Discoveries' and 'A Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry'.

But what go to me the most, was the sheer size of the school library, there were tens of thousands of books, thousands of shelves, hundreds of narrow rows... and all of which had no order what so ever. What Madame Pince did all day was a mystery to me.

Once we got to the library, Hermione pulled out a list of books she was going to look through, Ron walked off to collect books at random. Harry had walked off in the other direction, making me watch after him in curiosity before I slumped into a seat at our usual table and pulled out the sheets of parchment from my bag.

I wrote down the books we'd checked as well as the ones Ron dumped next to me. Once again we checked through them all and came out with nothing. "Where's Harry?" I asked curiously as we got up to leave, the two of them shrugged before we headed out, only to find him stood outside. "Wow loads of help you were."

"Not my fault Pince threw me out," he commented as he linked his hand with mine and started for lunch. "You find anything."

"Do we ever find anything?" I asked irritably, "I mean, how anyone can find anything in that library? Has she ever heard of the dewy decimal system?"

"You will keep searching while I'm away, won't you?" Hermione asked us hopefully, "And send me an owl if you find anything."

"And you could ask your parents if they know who, Flamel is," Ron suggested, "It'd be safe to ask them."

"Very safe, as they're both dentists," Hermione smirked, making me grin and drape my arm around her shoulders as we walked ahead of the boys. "Promise me you'll keep looking."

"I promise Herms," I smiled at her as we entered the Great Hall and took a seat for lunch. "But more importantly," she gave me a shocked look, "Do you want your present before you go or do you want me to owl you it?"

She grinned slightly before laughing, "You would think that was more important," she choked out making me grin widely and wink.

"What did you get me?" I asked teasingly making her glare playfully.

"You'll find out Christmas morning," she pointed out making me pout.

"Wait... so you did buy me something?" I asked happily making her laugh again before shoving me slightly, I shoved her back before we started eating.

Regardless of the promise I made, once the holidays started, I was having way too much fun to think about Flamel. Ron and Harry had their dorm to themselves, and, since I was lonely in mine, I moved in for the holidays. As well as that, the Common Room was much emptier than usual so we were able to get the good armchairs by the fire without me causing an argument with someone older than us.

We sat there for hours on end, eating anything we could spear on a toasting fork – bread, crumpets, marshmallows (my idea) – as well as plotting ways of getting Malfoy expelled (again my idea) which were all fun to talk about even if they wouldn't work (Harry's thought).

"How about we let Fluffy out and blame it on him?" I suggested as Ron taught Harry wizard chess. The two of them scoffed slightly as they shook their heads. "Aww, c'mon that'd work!" Harry sent me a disbelieving look, "Can I at least just let Fluffy out in the Slytherin Common Room and hope he eats them all?"

"Nice idea Popsicle," Fred and George were suddenly behind me, "But what's fluffy?"

"Nothin'," I smiled innocently at them, "How hard do you think it would be to get a Troll into the Slytherin Common Room?"

"Another good idea," George dropped down next to me and draped an arm around my shoulders making me rest my head on his shoulder. "What's with the sudden hatred?"

"Sudden?" I laughed making him chuckle as Fred plopped into the seat on my other side. "Did you not see them all come into the Great Hall with multi-coloured hair? That was my work."

"When did you become an evil genius?" Fred grinned as I smirked widely.

"I learn from the best," I shrugged simply making them both glomp me with hugs making me laugh slightly. "I'll have to thank Charlie one day."

"Oi!" they complained together at once making me smirk again.

"Only joking," I pouted, "Who in their right mind would think that Charlie was a better prank king than you guys?"

They hugged me again and we all started talking about more ways of getting the Slytherins.

"HAPPY CHRISTMAS!" I heard Ron's loud voice yell really early Christmas morning making me groan and roll over, pulling the covers of Dean's bed over my head. "Come on, Sarah!"

"Sleep," I mumbled into the pillow only to have the covers pulled off of me to expose me to the cold. I curled up into the foetal position and clung to the pillow. Only that didn't last too long either as it was pulled from my grip and I groaned tiredly. "If it's earlier than six I am going to kill whoever took my pillow."

With that, I cracked my eyes open and looked at my watch, 5:55 I rolled over and glared at Harry who had hold of my pillow with a weak smile. "Happy Christmas?" he offered, but I'd already thrown myself off my bed and tackled him to his own.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'm sorry," he gasped through his laughter as I tickled him. After a little longer I sat up on him, not even realising that I was straddling his waist. Ron was too busy laughing to notice himself. "Happy Christmas."

I smiled down at him as I bit my lip before leaning down and pressing a tender kiss to the scar on his forehead, "Happy Christmas," I muttered before getting up off of him and moving to Dean's bed again where my presents were piled up at the foot of it.

After my usual sweets, joke supplies and clothes from the Weasleys, I opened a large, leather-bound, sketch book off Hermione making me grin and there was another small present left, this one from Harry. Pulling it towards me and sat cross legged on the bed as I opened it.

To my utter surprise, it was a necklace... silver with a lightning bolt pendant. Biting my lip, I looked up towards Harry who was too absorbed in his own presents to notice. "That's friendly," he suddenly commented, making me get up and walk over to him, the necklace in my hand. He had an oddly shaped metal thing in his hand.

"What's that?" I asked curiously making him look up at me.

"It's fifty pence," he replied, "Muggle money."

"What an odd shape for money," I looked over it as he handed it to me, only to hand it to Ron.

"This is money?" he asked, curiously.

"You can keep it," Harry told him, laughing at how pleased Ron suddenly looked. "Well if these are off Hagrid and my Aunt and Uncle, who're these off?"

"I'm guessing that's off Aunt Molly," I replied, pointing to a very lumpy package. "Ron and I told her you weren't expecting anything and... well she's probably made you a Weasley jumper."

Harry tore the parcel open to find a thick, hand-knitted sweater in emerald green as well as a large box of home-made fudge. "Every year she makes us jumpers," Ron commented as he opened his, "and every year mines maroon!"

"That's because maroon's a good colour on you," I told him simply. "Mine's always dark blue or purple cause she knows I like those colours."

"That's really nice of her," Harry interrupted as he ate some fudge. His next one contained sweets, a large box of Chocolate Frogs from Hermione, he then got Bertie Botts from Ron and finally looked up at me. Diving off his bed, I picked up a parcel from the bedside table of Dean's bed and handed it to him.

"What is it?" he asked curiously.

"Open it and find out," I replied with a grin, I watched hopefully as he tore the paper off to reveal a brand new watch. I bit at my lip and waited.

"This is amazing," he muttered as he looked up at me, a smile on his face, "You shouldn't have... it must have been really expensive."

"And you're saying this wasn't?" I asked, holding my necklace up, he blushed slightly and looked down at the watch. "Thank you."

"Yeah," he muttered, "Thank you." We shared a look before I leant in and wrapped my arms around him in a hug making him chuckle and pull me closer to him.

"Hey, there's one more," Ron commented making us pull away from each other. He tossed a last package to Harry, who then opened it.

Something fluid and silvery grey slithered out and onto the floor where it lay in gleaming folds. "Oh my god," I muttered quietly as Ron gasped.

"I've heard of those," he commented, dropping his sweets, "If that's what I think it is – they're really rare and really valuable."

"What is it?" Harry asked as he picked it up, he glanced at me.

"It's an invisibility cloak," I replied simply, before grinning, "Try it on!" He threw it around his shoulders and his body disappeared making me laugh... at the moment Harry was just a head floating in mid air.

"It is!" Ron yelled, "Look down!"

He did just that before running to a mirror and checking it out, I followed him over and stood behind him so that my body matched up to his head making us both laugh loudly. "There's a note!" Ron announced, "A note fell out."

Pulling off the cloak, Harry took the letter and read it out loud. "Your father left this is my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well. A Very Merry Christmas to you." He looked up at us, "There's no signature."

I ran a hand over the material of the cloak, it felt like water woven into material and I bit at my lip. "I'd give anything for one of those," Ron commented from behind me, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Harry replied quickly, but before he could say anything else Fred and George burst into the room making me pull the cloak off Harry and hide it behind his pillow.

"Merry Christmas!" they announced together.

"Hey look, Harry's got a Weasley jumper too!" Fred noticed, the two of them were wearing blue jumpers with golden letters of F and G on them. The wrong way around, might I add?

"Harry's is better than ours though," George commented, "She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family."

"Why aren't you wearing yours Ron?" Fred demanded, "Popsicle?" I rolled my eyes at him. "Come on, they're nice and warm.

"I hate maroon," Ron replied as he pulled his over his head.

"You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed, "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid – we know we're called Gred and Forge." I grinned slightly as I piled my presents up and headed for the door.

"Where're you going?" Harry asked suddenly.

"I'm gonna go get dressed," I laughed, "You want to come watch or something?" He blushed a bright red as Fred and George laughed loudly at the joke. "I'll see you in the Common Room."

Ten minutes later, I walked into the Common Room dressed in a pair of fitted black jeans, my purple Weasley sweater and my purple converse. I still had the necklace in hand and as I walked down the stairs, my eyes landed on Harry who was fastening his watch to his wrist. "Can you put this on me?" I asked as I walked over to him, his eyes shot up and he nodded quickly making me bite back a smirk.

I handed it to him and lifted my hair out of the way as he clipped it around my neck making me bite at my lip again before turning to where the Weasley boys were coming down the stairs loudly.