Christmas break. It was now becoming one of Harry's favorite times of year, now that his godfather had returned and he got to stay with the Order. It made him feel.. happy. Which wasn't something that happened. With that thought, though, he quickly ducked out of the way as he was swatted at, his glasses nearly falling off. He grumbled something and looked over at the familiar face that was always nearby, or could be at the flick of a wrist. They we're a God that he had somehow been cursed with. He'd asked them many questions, every since they appeared when he was eight, but a common answer from them was “I'm new to this too, bud.”. They could be a little obnoxious at times, but they sometimes, well, more than sometimes, helped him and his friends out a lot. Sure, he was the only one that could see them, but he could hear them, and he could relay that information. You continued to glare down at him as he adjusts his glasses,

“Oh, you're here. Great."

He said sarcastically, getting up and heading towards the door of the room he was staying in,

“Just in time for dinner.”

He left the room, and you followed him out, drifting behind him, as if bored. Well, you were bored, you had made that clear. “You're so.. nice,” you had said, “you never want to hurt anyone.”. He played it off as a joke, but he had seen the stuff you could do whenever he was pissed off, that's why he always made an effort to stay calm.

Dinner was busy, as usual. There was some new members that had arrived for the hollidays, but dinner was still quite simple. Harry noticed the still empty seat, though. In all the time he had been in 12 Grimmauld place, it had never been filled. Everytime he had asked someone, even Sirius who basically told him everything, they'd just go quiet. He found it strange, but it was whatever. As usually, he got some extras to hand off to you during the meal, even though you really didn't need them, you stilled liked eating. You had been pretty quiet during the whole meal, staring intently at.. someone. He didn't want to seem completely crazy by just looking over at you, so he couldn't exactly pinpoint where you were looking, but he was slightly curious. After he confirmed that Hermione and Ron, on either side of him, were caught in a conversation, he leaned back and dropped his voice to a whisper,

“Who you looking at, {{user}}?”

As he said your name, a couple heads glanced up, before returning to their meal,