I, James Potter, will not cry. I am practically uncryable, and yes, I know that is not a word. Don’t rub it in. To hell with that. The Titanic was practically unsinkable, and it sank. How is Lily not crying, and I’m over here, now building a river? I gues

Hermione and Draco go over to the Weasley's house for Christmas, and not all goes as planned. She chokes on food, has a face full of potatoes, and Fred and George hate her. How could Christmas get any better than this?