December hit; it got cold fast and people were excited about Christmas break. The Weasley kid would be staying at Hogwarts for the holiday, Myla was excited, it meant she could go to the library whenever she wanted. And she had loads to research and read. Seika and Halle were both heading home for the holiday. Myla was currently walking out of the library when Draco and Pansy stood on either side of her.

"Heard you are not going home for Christmas, Weasley," Pansy taunted as she took the book.

"You must be sad for not wanting at home," Draco taunted. "To be stuck here at lousy Hogwarts."

"Just because you are being brought home doesn't mean you two are wanted," Myla said. "Plus, there's a library filled with endless books here."

"Reading over break?" Draco snickered; as he took the book from Pansy. "Anatomy of the Soul." Pansy and Draco both looked at each other, and Myla took the book back. "Got more to invent?"

"Perhaps I do," Myla shrugged. "What's it to you?"

"Mad Myla on another move," Pansy snickered as the three stopped walking.

"Mad Myla?" Draco repeated as he made a face. "Rather fitting."

"Mad Myla is doing potions proud more than any lousy Slytherin," Myla said. "And isn't Snape head of your house?" Myla held the book closer to her. "I just can't imagine your parent's reaction to a Weasley whooping both your asses in the books and with the wand."

"How dare you talk to me like that!" Pansy squealed, stomping her foot.

"It appears I just dared," Myla battered her eyes as she got close to Draco with her wand out. "Can you just imagine Lucky Malfoy's reaction to his son Draken losing to Mad Myla in exams?"

"My father's name is Lucius Malfoy," Draco sneered; glaring at her. "And you best remember it, Weasley."

"Yes, of course, Draco," Myla nodded. "Tarantallegra." With a wave of her wand, Draco's legs began to move out of control; Myla walked away as students gathered around the dancing blonde Slytherin. That little act landed Myla detention with Professor Quirrell; she had to clean the classroom as he went through papers. As she cleaned; she heard him whispering madly with what seemed to be a two-sided concentration.

"Who are you talking to professor?" Myla asked looking river at it; Professor Qurriell jumped fumbling his quill to the floor.

"T-t-talking?" Professor Quirrell stuttered. "T-t-thta's j-just what I d-d-d-do when I check papers." He reached over to grab his quill; Myla stared at him before returning to her work. With the colder the weather got; the more potions Myla should, she was making a lot more than she anticipated with the older students. 

****

It was now the day before students left for the holiday; Myla was chatting with Halle and Seika.

"I have a brilliant idea," Halle adjusting her hat.

"It's a proper awful idea," Seika disagreed. "It will cause nothing but more trouble for the Gryffindors."

"What brilliant scheme is in your head, Halle?" Myla asked; crossing her arms.

"Have you ever heard of an animagus?" Halle asked. "I was reading up about it in the library?"

"Sure," Myla nodded. "Flourish and Blotts had loads of stories involving it."

"Well, how about you come one?" Halle asked drumming her fingertips together.

"Proper awful idea," Seika shook her head. "Myla already cause enough trouble as it is."

"Do I ever get you in trouble with me?" Myla asked.

"No," Seika denied as she knitted her eyebrows. "But a bad path could lead to worse; you are my friend Myla."

"It's just an animagus," Myla said. "Tranfsfiguration magic."

"It's about what you can do with it," Halle corrected, and both girls looked at her. "If you transform into the right animal; you'll be able to fly to Hogsmeade; or even Diagon Alley and sell your product." Myla tilted her head; thinking about it. "It's an advanced potion, but definitely not something to make your hair fall out from stress."

"You have to say no," Seika pleaded. "Please say no."

"I'll do it," Myla agreed to cause Seika to groan. "I'll do preparations for it over break, and become one by January of the new year."

"Excellent," Halle smiled. "What about your other creation you have been scribbling in your journal?"

"Don't you worry about it," Myla laughed. "I got all the time in the world to make my madness grow."

"Happy Holidays," Halle said.

"Happy Holidays," the two others responded, they air-kissed each other before going their separate ways. Myla walked down into the great hall, she found Ron and Harry having a chess match.

"Seamus pieces seems to distrust you," Myla said as sat next to Harry.

"No kidding," Harry sighed as studied the board. "Knight to E-5." The piece moved up a few spaces and then over. Hermione walked up with a trunk.

"Queen to e-5," Ron instructed. The queen moved up, then smashed the knight with its chair.

"Perhaps your lack of skill in chess is why the pieces don't trust you," Myla noted.

"Shut it," Harry glared at her. 

"That's totally barbaric," Hermione said. 

Ron was smiling in victory. "That's wizard's chess." He looked at Hermione."I see you've packed."

"See you two haven't," Hermione noted looking at the two gingers. 

"Change of plans," Myla informed.

"Our parents decided to go to Romania to visit our brother Charlie. He's studying dragons there."

"Good," Hermione smiled. "You two can help Harry, then. He's going to go and look in the library for information on Nicholas Flamel."

"We've looked a hundred times," Ron groaned; looking at Harry.

Hermione leaned over the table. "Not in the restricted section." She stood up. "Happy Christmas." They watched her walk away.

"I think we've had a bad influence on her," Ron noted.

"I need it to rub off on her faster," Myla smiled a bit. 

***

Christmas eve was fantastic; Myla was the only Gryffindor girl on her side of the room to remain at school; which meant she could study out in the open without any peeping eyes. The next morning; she was awoken by Ron's yelling as usual.

"MYLA! MYLA!" Ron shouted at the top of his voice. "LALA MYLA!" Myla slowly sat up; slipped her feet into slippers, then walked out to the sound of Ron shouting "HARRY, WAKE UP!"She and Harry appeared at the same time; both in their pjs. "Merry Christmas, Harry. Merry Christmas, Myla." She could see Ron was wearing his annual Molly Weasley sweater, a maroon color with an R stitching. 

"Merry Christmas, Ron," Myla smiled sleepily; she made her way to the bottom. "Merry Christmas, Harry."

"Merry Christmas Ron and Myla," Harry greeted. "What are you wearing?"

"Oh, my mum made it," Ron answered as Myla got to the bottom. "Looks like you've got one too."

"I've got presents?" Harry asked in surprise. 

"Yeah,"  Myla confirmed walking over to her pile. Myla received her annual sweater as well, her sweater was maroon as well, but had an M in the middle. From Bill she received new quills; Charlie gifted her a golden dragon egg chess. Percy gifted her with a harmonica; saying this will serve as a perfect new hobby besides stealing, and Fred and George gifted her goodies from Zonkos, a store in Hogsmeade. She received a headband from Halle and a box of Bertie beans from Seika. Harry and Ron both gave her a new mortar and pestle. 

Harry began to read out loud. "Your father left this in my possession before he died." Ron and Myla looked over. "It is time it was returned to you. Use it well."

"Well, open it," Myla urged. Harry opened the package, revealing a cloak.

"What is it?" Ron asked.

"Some kind of cloak," Harry answered. 

"Well, let's see, then put it on," Ron instructed. Harry swung it over, and the other two grew surprised; it made Ron stop eating.

 "WHOA!"

Harry looked down, then back at the others. "My body's gone!"

"I know what that is!" Ron exclaimed. "That's an invisibility cloak!"

"I'm invisible?" Harry asked as he looked down.

"It's said to be one the greatest magical artifacts," Myla informed. "Said to be able to hide one from death."

"Death?" Harry asked looking over at her.

"Like in the Tale from the three brothers," Myla answered. "Death's cloak of invisibility."

"The what?" Harry asked.

"It's a story I remember reading over and over during my break at Flourish and Blotts," Myla answered. "Ron walked over to the note. "Wonder who gave it to you."

"There was no name," Harry informed as they looked down at the note. "It just said use it well."

Myla was now sitting in her sweater in the common room with a few other Gryffindors, she was reading a book as Ron and Harry played more chess. Both of them seemed to have forgotten about their assignment from Hermione; she then looked over to see Percy polishing his badge by the fire. 

'I doubt Ron and Harry have looked through the whole library, or know who to ask.' Christmas dinner was wonderful; everyone seemed to be having a good time even McGonagall blushed when Hagrid drunkenly kissed her on the cheek. She and George pulled on a wizard cracker resulting in a blast and engulfed in a magenta smoke. Myla was sitting in front of the fire as Ron and Harry sat aback playing chess. Percy plopped next to her out of breath, he had just gotten done chasing Fred and George who had hold of his prefect badge.

"Percy," Myla began; he looked at her. "Do you know anything about Nicholas Flamel?"

Percy's face lit up, he sat up more. "Why do you want to know about him, little sister?"

"I was reading up about Grindewald and Nicholas Flamel's name was mentioned," Myla explained. "Not much background on him though, hard to find anything about him in the library."

"I am delighted to share my knowledge with you Myla," Percy smiled more. "Nicholas Flamel is a famous alchemist. Nicholas Flamel is known for creating the Philosopher's stone."

"The what?" Myla repeated. 

"Philosopher's stone," Percy repeated. "It can be used to give Exilir life or turn any metal into gold."

"Woah," Myla smiled. "That's wicked."

"Not a shocker to find your interest," Percy said. "I suppose it was the gold part."

"I wouldn't;t have to steal anymore," Myla dreamed. "Thank you for the sharing of knowledge." She kissed Percy on the cheek.

***

Myla slept well that day, come morning she was skipping down to the herbology greenhouse; ingredients to grab.

"Ms. Weasley?" Myla looked over to see Professor Sprout. "What are you doing down here?"

"Sorry, professor," Myla apologized. "Out of habit, My dad built me a greenhouse back home, old habit kicking in."

Professor Sprout smiled. "Oh, don't apologize, nothing wrong with a kick of old habits." Myla walked over. "Since you are here, could you help me with the mandrakes?"

'Must be Christmas luck,' Myla thought to herself. 

Professor Sprout put earmuffs on Myla. "Things might get loud." During the two hours of helping Professor Sportu, Myla managed to snag a Mandrake leave. She scrambled around the castle grabbing other ingredients and even dared to sneak into Snape's supply closet. 

Days later, Myla was now sitting in an unused bathroom on the sixth floor. She had just gotten done brewing a potion of her creation. 

Anima - Soul Potion

Duplici Populus - Double People

She had worked on the potion for most of the break, even on Christmas; she did some trials on a skeleton from an empty classroom.  

'All could go wrong or all could go right"

Myla grabbed the potion; walked over to the full mirror; carefully examine herself. With a slow count to five; she drank the potion. In the mirror, she watched herself start to glow just like on the skeleton; except there was a ball of light in the middle of her. 'Wicked.' Four minutes passed.

" Duplici Populus." Myla suddenly fell to her knees in slight pain, she looked up to see something trying to merge out of her; lots of groans. Two minutes later, Myla looked over to see another of herself looking at her.

'Wicked." Myla got to her feet; with only her thoughts her duplicate stepped into the main body disappearing; a minute later the duplicate stepped out, walked around Myla then absorbed back in"Even more wicked."  As much as Myla was enjoying this break and her discoveries, she sure was excited to see her friends again.