Well, I'm no good at summaries yet. This is my very first fanfic. The Black family as I think of them in their last Christmas as a true family, where Bella has her last year before facing the end of innocence. After this year, everything falls apart.

Our lives are made in these small hours, these little wonders--these twists and turns of fate. Time falls away, but these small hours still remain. All of my regret will wash away somehow, but I can not forget the way I feel right now. Theodore Nott/OC

Did Rita Skeeter reach greatness on her own? Rita and the Daily Prophet editor in chief, Barnabas Cuffe have a meeting in his office. Short! Warning: contains mild adult themes and language. Rated PG-13.