Harry nodded. He couldn’t see himself as a professional Quidditch player, but he could imagine Ginny that way. It seemed odd to him since he couldn’t identify with it, but he thought that fame would suit her well. At least her fame would be for something good, unlike his. “I’d be your biggest fan,” he assured her with a smile. “Who do you think you’d play for?”
He nodded again, not really sure what else to do. It seemed like with all the great decorations around and the Christmas feel that the last thing they should be talking about was Voldemort. He had taken so much from them, why should they let him ruin Christmas Eve. “You’re right.”
“Want to go sit by the tree?” he asked. Glancing over, Harry could see the glow of the soft lights from the tree. “When you are done eating, that is.” He chuckled. Having an idea, he got up and started to boil water for hot cocoa.