Little Freak, Harry Styles

I was thinking about who you are your delicate point of view.

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Before I even know it the holidays are here. The snow crunches with each step, sprinkling gentle beads of white onto your face. The tree stands tall, the people look happier, rosy cheeked students bound through the halls in fits of laughter. 

I sit in the great hall reading, the sound of the student choir singing faintly in my ears. The sound of faint chatter from the Gryffindor table echoes.

Only a few other Slytherins are scattered out across the table on their lonesome. I flip the pages to my book and get lost in the story, before I even know it hours have passed.

I finally look up again after reading the final page of the book. I see only a few people sitting. 

My eyes catch Angelina's, to my dismay she gestures for me to come over. At the table with her is Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Lee Jordan, Alicia Spinnet, Kenneth Towlet and Robyn Thomson. 

I grab my book and stalk towards them, earning death stares from all. 

"Hi." I smile politely at only Angelina, not daring to look towards anyone else.

"Sit down." She offers kindly. "That's alright, i was just on my way out." I dismiss nervously. 

"No, I insist. We don't bite." She laughs jokingly. 

"Only Kenneth." One of the twins jokes. I let out a nervous giggle at this, feeling a little more comfortable.

I look around to all the people sitting here, all of them seeming to welcome me over.

I smile an take a seat beside Angelina, next to Robyn Thomson. 

"Merry Christmas." Alicia nudges me. "It's not really Christmas yet." I giggle.

"It's basically Christmas. I mean it's the 23rd so pretty much." Alicia Spinnet nods enthusiastically. 

"Alicia loves Christmas." One of the twins tells me. I look between them, trying to spot the differences. 

One is slightly taller, more freckles, a more lope sided smile. If only I knew which one it was. "I'm Fred. He's George." The taller one sighs, like he is fed up.

"Sorry." I blink my eyes away, stopping the staring I was doing. "It's fine. Even Mum can't tell us apart." George laughs. Fred however does not find anything about me amusing.

"What are your plans for the holidays?" Lee asks me conversationally. "Just a quiet night with my uncle like normal i suppose." I shrug.

"Speaking of family, now that we're friends will you tell us who your parents are?" Robyn jumps in.

"Sorry?" I laugh a little with confusion. "Robyn." Angelina scolds.

"Right, you said to wait a little before asking." Robyn raises her hands innocently with a cunning smirk. 

"You invited me over so you could ask who my parents were?" I look to Angelina sadly. 

"No, of course not." Angelina justifies. 

"That's pretty much exactly what happened." Kenneth mocks. 

"I'm gonna go." I give a forced smile through the hurt I feel and start to stand up.

"No that's not what happened." Angelina speaks firmly. 

"It's fine. My parents are arseholes. You wouldn't want to know who they are any more than I do." I murmur sadly. 

"Bronwyn-" Angelina starts. "Seriously Angelina, it's fine. I get it. Thanks for the help with quidditch. I won't be needing anymore help, I'm quitting the team. Seems I'm not welcome anyway." I grab my book and start to walk out. 

"Come on Bronwyn." She calls to me as I'm halfway out the hall.

I walk through the corridors quickly, only stopping when I bump into Professor McGonagall. "Sorry Professor." I sniffle. 

"That's alright Miss Black." She smiles. I freeze again, "You know who I am?" I ask confused. 

This makes her laugh, "Us teachers are very familiar with your situation." She reminds me. 

"My 'situation'?" I repeat. 

"You carry a lot of your father along with you, i can see that. Your Mother too. And all your uncles and aunt." McGonagall tells me. 

"Wonderful. I love being compared to my psychotic killing parents." I quip. 

"The good parts of course. Your Father was reckless and could be careless at times, but whatever he did was to protect those he loved dearly. You take that from him, your loyalty to those you love. Your Mother kept to herself, she was interested in academics. She had so much knowledge but she would never flaunt it." The Professor tells me.

I listen with curiosity. How could there be so much I never knew about my own parents. My Uncle Moony never liked talking about either of them.

"What did you mean when you said all my uncles and aunt? I only have Uncle Moony." I urge. 

"You're Father's clique was close. Never apart. Your Uncle Remus, Harry Potters Mother and Father, Peter Pettigrew and your Father." She explains.

"Harry's parents were friends with my Dad?" I hesitate. "Much more than friends, Bronwyn. A family. You were the first baby between them, they all adored you. You were raised as a group child. Then Harry was born and the two of you were shared around all of them." She smiles in reminisce. 

"What were they all like?" I ask her desperately. 

"James Potter was brave, confident and so accepting of the people he loved. Maddison Potter she was the smartest pupil I knew, she was witty and caring. Peter Pettigrew was meek and quiet, he sort of just tagged along with the others. Remus Lupin, he was always the most compassionate, caring boy. He was calm and collected, unlike most of his friends. You seem to carry qualities from each, but the person I always see most in you was not friends with them." She explains. 

I tilt my head, "Who?" I ask quickly. Desperate to know.

"Regulus Black. Your biological uncle." She tells me. 

"You're both ambitious, cunning, persistent, extremely bad tempered, perfectionists when it comes to yourselves. Both incredibly competitive, brutally honest, laid back, reliable, good listeners, intelligent, reserved. You even look alike. But most of all, Regulus Black was the best seeker Slytherin ever saw." McGonagall lists quickly.

Is that what Hooch had meant when she said i'm just like my uncle after I had a strop on the quidditch pitch?

I smile a little. We do sound pretty similar if all those things are true. 

I wonder why I've never been told any of this.

"I must be going." McGonagall says eventually. 

"Professor." I call out as she starts walking away. She turns around again, "I just wanted to let you know I'm quitting quidditch." I inform her. 

"I thought you might say that. Your teammates may not be accepting towards you, but that should encourage you even more to persist through it and prove them wrong. I hope you'll change your mind over your time off." She tells me, continuing to walk.

☾♥

And just like that I was home for the holidays. In the comforting home of my Uncle Moony. 

Christmas Eve night we're doing our yearly tradition of decorating gingerbread houses. Whilst I strategically plan a well structured house with both interior and exterior design, each sweet placed perfectly in colour coordination, Uncle Moony struggles to draw a smiley face on the gingerbread man.

"You've got to practice this some time, it's been 9 years of this tradition and you've only just learned how to make the house stay standing." I laugh, piping some flowers onto my houses bushes.

"I'll win the tenth year anniversary, I swear." He points at me. With the hand he just removed, the rest of the house compacts in on itself and crumbles down to the table. 

"Again?" I burst out laughing. 

He stares at the mess in disbelief before giving up and munching on one of the walls, rounding the kitchen table to see my work.

"It's beautiful." He gawks, pure amazement on his face. 

"Your gingerbread man is missing an arm." He critiques. I shoot my gaze towards the gingerbread man, trying to spot the mentioned flaw.

"Where?" I ask, in response my uncle snaps the gingerbread man's arm off and eats it, licking his fingers with a smirk. 

"You could take Gingy's whole head and he'd still be better than yours." I sass.

He laughs and starts to clear up all our supplies. 

I start to chew on the gingerbread mailbox and slouch down in my chair. "Uncle Moony?" I speak softly in thought.

"Yeah Bronnie?" He replies, placing some cereal boxes back into the drawer. 

"Who's Harry Potter?" I question. Of course I know who he is. I know Harry. I don't know Harry Potter. On that day on the train Ron had said he was infamous, how come I never knew who he was?

My Uncle turns around immediately and approaches me again, sitting down on a chair beside me.

"Harry Potter?" He asks me carefully.

"I know who he is. But everyone says he's famous. And I didn't know why. And McGonagall told me his parents were friends with you and Dad and some other kid. And she also told me a lot of other stuff I didn't know. Stuff about Dad's brother. And how when I was younger you and your friends basically raised me together." I ramble. 

"I've been waiting for the moment you'd ask me about this." My Uncle sighs.

"When I was your age I became friends with a boy called James Potter. And through him I met his friend Sirius Black. And eventually Peter Pettigrew. We were inseparable throughout our time at hogwarts. James Potter became fond of a young witched name Maddison White. And your Father found a liking for Morticia Monroe, a smart and quiet witch for her time. We had many other friends but the four of us boys were always the closest. You were born a little after we left school, all of us loved you. You were this beautiful ball of energy and joy that had a liking for pulling on long hair. You adored Maddie even more than your own Mother. Every time you saw us you went straight for Maddison. We all felt very parental towards you, like you were all of our children. Then Harry came, you two were just inseparable. You weren't a big sharer but with him you shared all your toys. Unfortunately, Your Father sold Harry's parents to he-who-must-not-be-named. Ultimately they ended up dead and Harry Potter somehow survived the killing curse, which is why he's so famous, and also why he-who-must-not-be-named disappeared. Your Father also killed Peter Pettigrew and several other muggles. You already know all the crimes of your Mother. One day your Mother was taken to Azkaban followed by your father not much longer after. I found you crying on your fathers bed alone. I took you in and realised I was the only one left." He explains.

I blink in thought. "My Dad killed Harry's parents?" I whisper sadly. "Not directly." My Uncle corrects, still wearing a sympathetic frown. 

"He killed his friends." I say matter of factually. "Listen Bronnie, I know this is all pretty heavy for Christmas Eve, are you okay?" Uncle Moony asks me gently.

"I'm fine." I dismiss with the shake of my head. "I already knew he was insane and everything but I just didn't know it was Harry's parents." I reply. 

"What about Regulus Black?" I query, desperate for more answers.

"That's a story for another time." He dismisses.

"I'm on the quidditch team." I blurt. A smile spreads over his face. "In first year? They aren't supposed to let first years on. And never mind Slytherin either letting a girl on. Haven't seen that in century's." He laughs proudly. 

"I'm seeker. Harry and I were messing around in flying classes and McGonagall caught us. She said we had incredible control over the brooms despite never even flying before. The Slytherins said no but McGonagall stuck up for me. They refused to help me train so I had to ask an older Gryffindor girl to help me, she was really nice and helped me. Had my first game the other day." I tell him. 

"How'd it go?" He asks desperately. "We lost. But it's only because the team weren't playing their part. I was practically touching the snitch, i had it i swear. Then a bludger to the gut sent me plummeting to the ground. But right before I hit the ground I swerved back up. It was really close, Harry and I were both nearly touching it but he fell off his broom and on the way down he swallowed it." I laugh at the memory. 

My uncle has a wide smile laugh at this too, "Brilliant!" He guffaws.

"It was until the Slytherin boys blamed me, I put them back in line though and told them if they played better and helped me out like they were supposed to we could've won." I scoff begrudgingly.

"That's my girl. Glad you put them in their places." Uncle Moony grins proudly.

"Still annoyed we lost." I frown disappointed. "Well I think I've got something that'll cheer you up." My uncle smirks, standing up from his chair and standing up behind mine. 

He points his wand at the gingerbread house, "Piertotum Locomotor" he chants. And all of a sudden Gingy the Gingerbread man is hopping around squealing. 

I flinch at the peculiar situation. "My leg!" It screams, his voice high pitched and quiet.

"Gingy?" I utter, leaning my face down toward the angry gingerbread man.

"You ate my leg!" He yelps, all of a sudden star fishing onto my face and covering my mouth.

My squeals are muffled as my uncle and I try to grab the rogue gingerbread man, failing miserably.

My dog Murphy starts jumping up too, god knows how because he's obese and can barely walk up and down the stairs without needing to lie down. 

Murphy grasps the creatures remaining leg in his mouth and with one quick bite Gingy is gone. 

I giggle as i wipe some of Gingy's smudged buttercream buttons and eyes off my face. 

"That was a cool spell." I tell my uncle with a grin.

We both look down to Murphy, who is sat in a little fat blob on the floor. 

"Come on Murph, let's watch a movie." I grin brightly, lifting him up and carrying him to the couch in the tv room. 

My Uncle gets us hot chocolate whilst I set up the Christmas movie and give Murphy attention. 

Ever since I was little Murphy had been my best friend. As sad as it may be, I've always struggled to make friends. I was raised without siblings so Murphy was the closest thing I've ever had. He'd grown up with me since I was a baby. He's 10 now and I'm 11. Since going to Hogwarts I've missed him so much, I've felt lonely without the warm body laying beside me all the time. I've missed having someone to talk to, someone who might not talk back but at least he isn't judging me. 

"I love you Murphy." I whisper into his head, pressing a kiss atop him.

"I love you too." A wavy voice growls. I look toward the dog in shock before my uncle comes up behind me laughing with two hot chocolates in hand. 

"What's the movie tonight Bronwyn?" He asks me. He always does this, it's became tradition. Every Christmas Eve we watch It's A Wonderful Life. Every Christmas Uncle Lupin asks movie we're watching as if he doesn't know. 

"It's a wonderful life, it's a classic." I smile as I press play. 

We sit closely and watch the same movie again. I shed a quiet tear during the bridge scene. I subtly lift my hand and wipe the tear without my uncle noticing. 

The last scene plays out with everyone singing. I stand up and lift Murphy along with me.

"Right, better get to bed. Father Christmas will be here soon." My Uncle winks and walks up the stairs with me. He tucks me into my bed, my dog wrapped under the covers with me. 

"Good night Bronnie." Uncle Moony places a soft kiss on my forehead. He flicks the light off and walks out. My eyes are barely open enough to see anything, already falling straight to sleep i mutter out a short, "Night Dad." 

☾♥

I woke up on Christmas morning to the sound of Murphy barking, I crawled out of bed and went downstairs, finding my Uncle already out of bed and cooking pancakes.

"Happy Christmas!" He calls out to me from the kitchen. "Happy Christmas." I speak from the hallway, walking inside. 

He gives me a one armed hug, mid flip on a pancake. I sit on a chair at the table and watch as he serves up two plates of pancakes. 

We sit in silence, eating the food so fast we don't even have time to speak. Once I finish mine I have a mouth covered in sticky maple syrup. 

Uncle Moony laughs at me as I stand up and try to beg him to let us go through to the lounge and open presents. He takes his time finishing his off then cleaning my mouth.

He opens the door and we both walk through. Presents big and small scatter over the room. I never have a huge abundance of gifts because my Uncle isn't particularly rich. But I never complain, I love our cosy Christmas. And having less gifts always makes the ones I do have more heartfelt. 

I squeal excitedly and start opening the gifts, I watch carefully as Uncle Moony opens my gift which was poorly wrapped with brown parchment. He grins widely at the large bar of chocolate with a wrapper I made myself and put together with a spell I learnt. The chocolate bar has a drawing of my uncle in his werewolf form howling at the moon. Beside it I wrote 'Bite the bar, fight the bizarre.' 

He laughs and gives me a huge hug in return. "Thank you Bronnie." Uncle Moony squeezes me so tight I don't know if I can breathe much longer.

I open the gifts I received. Some books, some school supplies, a very cute scarf. And finally I walk towards a larger box. He nods at me to go ahead and open it so I pull it open. A brand new broom shines up at me. I gasp and pull it out of the box, inspecting the whole thing carefully. 

"It's not the most expensive one, but it does the job." My Uncle tells me, looking almost embarrassed that it isn't one of the luxury ones.

"Are you joking? It's beautiful." I gape. I run over to him and give him a huge hug. 

We have Christmas dinner together just the two of us as normal. The turkey is burnt, so burnt it doesn't taste like meat anymore but I still tell him it's delicious. I understand how hard my Uncle finds this all. Raising a child with very little money. It's not like we're living on the streets and barely managing but it's still pretty tight.

So I've learned to appreciate things he does a lot more, I know it's all difficult but he tries his hardest and makes everything so much happier.

For the rest of the night we sing along to Muggle Christmas songs and dance around the lounge. 

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A/N:

Hey, guys. Merry almost Christmas! I cannot wait. Thanks for reading <33