"Yes, but but --" Hermoine seemed to be struggling to find another problem. "Look, Harry still shouldn't be coming into Hogsmeade. He hasn't got a signed form! If anyone finds out, he'll be in so much trouble! And it's not nightfall yet -- what if Sirius Black turns up today? Now?" 

"He'd have a job spotting Harry in this," said Ron, nodding through the mullioned windows at the thick, swirling snow. "Come on, Hermione, it's Christmas. Harry deserves a break." 

Hermione bit her lip, looking extremely worried. 

"Are you going to report me?" Harry asked her, grinning. 

"Oh -- of course not -- but honestly, Harry --" 

"Honestly, how are we still alive?" asked Amelia. 

"Seen the Fizzing Whizbees, Harry?" said Ron, grabbing him and leading him over to their barrel. "And the Jelly Slugs? And the Acid Pops? Fred gave me one of those when I was seven -- it burnt a hole right through my tongue. I remember Mum walloping him with her broomstick." Ron stared broodingly into the Acid Pop box. 

"Why are they a candy then?" shrieked Amelia horrified. Ron ignored her.

"Reckon Fred'd take a bit of Cockroach Cluster if I told him they were peanuts?"

 When Ron, Hermione, and Amelia had paid for all their sweets, the four of them left Honeydukes for the blizzard outside. 

Hogsmeade looked like a Christmas card; the little thatched cottages and shops were all covered in a layer of crisp snow; there were holly wreaths on the doors and strings of enchanted candles hanging in the trees. 

Harry shivered; unlike the other three, he didn't have his cloak. "Harry take my clock. I will be fine, I'm used to cold weather like this. Snows nine months out of the year and hails the other three where I live," she joked. Harry shook his head wrapping his arms around himself.

"N-no I'm fine,"

"Your nose is red and your teeth are chattering Harry. If you won't take the clock take the damn scarf. I hate scarves. Itchs." Amelia unwrapped the scarf from her neck and wrapped it around Harry's. "There, somewhat better,"

They headed up the street, heads bowed against the wind, Ron and Hermione shouting through their scarves. 

"That's the post office "

"Zonko's is up there --" 

"We could go up to the Shrieking Shack"

"Let's get somewhere warm before we have to defrost Harry!" shouted Amelia.