Harry Potter's : Fantastic Beasts Guide

"Auntie, I'm not a child anymore..." David sighed, rubbing his forehead as if trying to ward off a headache.

"Oh? Does that mean you don't like your dear aunt anymore?" Queenie's face instantly fell, her expression exaggerated with dramatic flair.

"No! No, of course not!" David quickly reassured her, waving his hands.

"Well then..." Queenie spread her arms wide, waiting.

David exhaled in resignation. There was no winning against his aunt. Giving in, he stepped forward and hugged her gently.

"That's better!" Queenie beamed, smoothing David's messy hair. "And look at you! You've grown so much. Soon, I'll have to stand on my toes just to ruffle your hair."

"That day is still far off," David said, pulling away. Turning to the man beside her, he greeted, "Merry Christmas, Uncle Jacob!"

"Ho ho! Merry Christmas, David!" Jacob grinned, his white teeth gleaming. He patted his belly and asked eagerly, "Did you open my present yet?"

"Not yet, but I know I'll love it. I always do." David smiled.

Jacob chuckled knowingly. "Ah, well, I picked this one with extra care!" With that, he winked at David before disappearing into the kitchen, carrying a basket filled with holiday treats.

Queenie pouted playfully. "You didn't open my gift either?"

David hesitated. "You didn't knit me another sweater, did you?" A vision of the pink sweater from last year flashed in his mind, buried deep in his trunk.

Queenie gasped in mock offense. "What? You don't like my gifts?"

Though she was smiling, David had known her long enough to sense the danger. His survival instincts kicked in. "No, I love them! Everything you give me is wonderful, Auntie."

Satisfied, Queenie linked her arm through David's. "Then go put it on. Now!"

"But my friends are here! I can't just leave them." David quickly pointed toward Hermione, Ron, and Harry, silently pleading for help.

Queenie turned to the trio by the fireplace. "You don't mind waiting for him to change, do you?"

Hermione and Harry eagerly shook their heads, clearly curious to see this infamous sweater.

David sighed in defeat and trudged upstairs, taking each step as if climbing a mountain.

His bedroom was filled with a mountain of Christmas presents. After some searching, he found the rectangular box wrapped in pink paper, Queenie's name elegantly written on top. She always labeled her gifts, ensuring David opened hers first.

Peeling off the wrapping, he lifted the lid to find a sky-blue sweater neatly folded inside.

Not bad, he thought, relieved. At least it wasn't pink.

Then he unfolded it.

On the front was a moving image—a young Queenie hugging two-year-old David, both grinning with joy. The moment played on a loop, a memory frozen in time.

David's heart softened. Auntie's gifts were always unique.

Smiling, he put it on without resistance.

Before heading back downstairs, his gaze landed on another gift—Jacob's, wrapped in deep brown paper. Tearing it open, he found a beautifully carved wooden box engraved with the image of a soaring dragon. He pressed the latch, and the lid lifted slowly, revealing a small, sleeping Chinese Fireball nestled inside.

Chinese Fireballs were one of the most beautiful dragon species. Scarlet scales, golden fringes around their snouts, and large, expressive eyes made them a favorite among wizards. Though majestic, they had a notorious habit—they enjoyed eating humans. For this reason, they were either banished to remote areas or kept under strict supervision.

This, however, was a miniature enchanted replica.

David picked up his wand and tapped the dragon, reciting the words inscribed inside the lid: "I swear I will never harm the Chinese Fireball."

The tiny dragon shuddered, its eyes fluttering open. It stretched its wings, then gracefully flew onto David's wrist, rubbing its head against his skin. As it moved, two mushroom-shaped fire puffs emerged from its nostrils, giving off a comforting warmth.

David chuckled and stroked its head. "Jacob never disappoints."

Placing the dragon safely back in its box, he noticed another gift on his desk. This one was from Tina.

Inside was a silver pendant, a small transparent orb hanging at the bottom. Within the orb was a tiny, carved cat raccoon.

A letter accompanied it:

This pendant acts as a locator. Wear it, and I can find you with a spell. No more disappearing without warning. Love, Grandma.

David sighed, knowing Tina's protectiveness came from a place of love. Without hesitation, he put the pendant around his neck and headed downstairs.

The warmth of the fireplace greeted him as he returned. Everyone had gathered on an extended couch, Queenie chatting animatedly with Hermione, while Jacob and Newt entertained the boys with stories of their youth.

"There you are!" Queenie beamed, inspecting his sweater. "Isn't it adorable?"

Hermione giggled. "It's precious. Look at little David!"

Queenie clapped her hands together. "Now say, 'I love my aunt!'"

David blinked. "What?"

"Just say it!" she urged, eyes twinkling.

Rolling his eyes, he sighed. "I love my aunt."

The moment he spoke, the image on his sweater moved. The young Queenie hugged toddler David, twirling him joyfully. Just as she leaned in to plant a kiss on his cheek, little David's hand shot up in protest. But Queenie's determination won—she kissed his cheek anyway, leaving a bright mark behind.

The real Queenie giggled in delight. "See? It's full of love!"

David shook his head with a chuckle. "You win, Auntie."

Queenie whispered, "And next time, no more dangerous stunts, alright? I didn't tell Tina the details this time, but I will if you do it again."

David nodded sincerely. "Got it."

As the evening stretched on, laughter filled the house. They shared stories, exchanged more gifts, and enjoyed a feast. Later, Newt led them to his magical habitat, showing them his beloved creatures. Hermione was enchanted by the shy Mooncalves, Ron marveled at the treasure-sniffing Nifflers, and Harry's eyes lit up when he spotted a Snitch darting through the air.

Before leaving, Newt gifted each of them a keepsake—a feather, a scale, or a tuft of fur from his magical creatures.

As the clock struck midnight, Queenie and Jacob bid farewell, and Hermione waved excitedly. "Your aunt is amazing! She even gave us a card to pick out outfits from Madam Malkin's!"

As they settled into bed, Harry lay awake, staring at the ceiling, heart full yet slightly heavy.

This Christmas had been one of his happiest.

But he couldn't shake the thought—next year, would David still invite him?

With that lingering question, he drifted off to sleep, the warmth of friendship and family filling his dreams.