Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and Five Nights at Freddy's belongs to Scott Cawthon.

"Hello, my dear." -Golden Freddy/Rose Evens

"Hello? Hello?" -Phone Guy/Someone on the phone

'Dear Harry...' -Writing

"Hey there, Harry..." -Aya

Setting down some mugs, Steph let out a breath and slumped back onto a couch. "Okay, thank God that we don't have any more contractor work right now... I'm beat."

With a snort, Davis took a swing of tea from his mug. "We've been going nearly non-stop for the past month to fix up old Fazbear holiday animatronics, I would be surprised if you weren't beat." Glancing around, he frowned a little bit. "By the way... where is Erika? Not like her to miss a meeting like this..."

For a few seconds Richard was silent until he finally sighed. "Well... apparently someone she knew got hurt and she needed to go see him, so she took off for Hols a bit earlier then planned, so she's not going to be around for a few days."

Lauren's eyes widened and she leaned forward. "Is whoever it is alright?"

As he grabbed a donut, Richard shrugged. "Erika said he was okay and recovering okay, she just wants to make sure that he's going to be alright as I guess this guy is a close friend to her and her friend Michelle. From what I gathered, Michelle freaked when she heard he got hurt."

There were headshakes from the other members of the group before Lauren sighed. "Hope he gets better then."

Several moments passed before Richard coughed a bit. "Um, right then... so I guess that with all the contract jobs done, we're back to just working on the old Freddy's animatronics then?"

Thankful for the subject change, Steph nodded and took a bite from a cookie on the plate. "Yeah, I've already got most of the work on Vicky's new costume done."

Raising an eyebrow, Davis frowned a bit. "That's the one with the rubber and some fake fur, right?"

While she grinned, Steph sipped her own drink. "Yeah, put a layer of rubber over the suit with some stratigically placed fur. Not only is it softer then the hard plastic they had been using, but it's a bit more realistic..." Humming, she looked up at the ceiling. "Erika was happy with it anyways when I showed her the plans. Though the rubber combined with the way that the costume originally was has given her something of a slightly more human figure... what the hell people were thinking when they designed her, I'll never know."

A snort escaped from Lauren as she tried to hold back giggles. "If you think that's bad, think about Chelsie. Who in their right mind decides to give a freaking children's entertainment animatronic a figure like that along with pink panties or bootie shorts... I mean, seriously?"

Chuckles came from Richard as he grinned a bit. "Maybe they wanted something for the fathers?"

He dodged the thrown cookie from the laughing Steph. "That's sick, you perv."

Shaking his head, Davis laughed. "Maybe, though it's a moot point as apparently the animatronics are getting clothing that's supposed to be stain and tear resistant and easy to clean... never heard of something like that which looks like normal fabric, but eh, if it works who cares?"

With a grin, Richard stole another donut and munched on it. "You know, I've been playing around with an idea I've had for a bit." Seeing that he had the others attention, he continued. "Up at the front desk we don't really have much, right? And we haven't hired anyone to greet people, so why not make some animatronics to show off a little? I mean, remember that little cat we made, Steph?"

After some thought, the costume maker nodded. "Flower? Yeah, I still got her at my place... That might take a few weeks worth of work thanks to the work we've still got. Hey, Lauren, do you still have the design notes for that little dragon we came up with?"

Perking up, the female mechanist grinned. "Yeah, I do!"

Richard shifted around a bit and coughed. "Maybe do something with one of those PlushTrap animatronics we got laying around, you know? Upgrade them and make a costume so that they can greet customers right there."

Slowly, Davis raised an eyebrow at his friend. "... You got a look that says you have an idea..."

Having shifted in his seat again, Richard rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at the ceiling. "Well... I was thinking some sort of mouse you know? Like, make it realistic and such, with her being nice to people and such." Seeing the looks, he deflated a bit. "Okay, okay... Secret of NIMH was one of my favorite movies, okay? And having something like Mrs. Brisby around to greet people would be bloody wicked."

There was disbelief on Davis' face as he looked at his old friend. "Seriously?"

Crossing his arms across his chest, the twenty year old hacker huffed. "What? Mrs. Brisby was freaking awesome."

Amused at seeing this side of him, Lauren shook her head and patted his knee with a grin. "Hey, nothing wrong at all with that. We just have to make sure that we don't step on any copyright issues so it won't be too much like her, so if we do something like that, it won't be for some time. But, who knows right?"

Shrugging, Richard only grunted a bit before the conversation turned toward other topics.

Michelle ran one of her hands through her hair as she looked over the preparations for Harry's arrival at the pizzeria. "Chica, you got the pizzas ready?"

Rolling her eyes, Chica nodded over her shoulder. "Just keeping them warm for now, and Chelsie is finishing baking some items too."

With a sniff, Michelle nodded a bit. "Yeah, I can smell the gingerbread and other stuff from here..." Slowly, she nodded. "Okay, that's good actually, one less thing for us to worry about before Harry gets here in..." Quickly, the guard checked her watch and her eyes widened a bit. "Fifteen minutes! Oh shoot, I-"

Before she could get much further, a tap on her shoulder caused Michelle to turn to see her mother there with a slight smile. "Hey, Michelle? Can we go somewhere and talk privately for a little bit?" When Michelle opened her mouth to argue, Doll gently took her arm and guided her out of the room. "Come on, the security office should be perfect for us." Once they entered, Doll closed both doors and looked around. "It's rather hard to imagine how your father used to sit in this very office all those years ago..."

Grimacing, Michelle began to head to one of the doors to open it. "I don't have time for this, mom. I got to get everything ready for Harry!"

However, her mother stopped her by putting a hand over the door button and gestured to the chair. "Michelle, go on and sit down honey."

Even though she looked like she wanted to argue, Michelle still did as asked and huffed as she crossed her arms. "Okay, okay, I'm sitting down now. Happy?"

There was a smile on Doll's face as she leaned against the desk. "Very." For several moments she looked over her fidgeting daughter before finally she sighed and shook her head. "Harry is really important to you, isn't he?"

As she put a hand over her eyes, Michelle groaned. "Mom, like I keep telling you and everyone else, we're just very good friends is all."

Much to her surprise, her mother pulled her hands away from her eyes and nodded. "Believe it or not, honey, but I believe you that you and this Harry boy are just very good friends... for now." Seeing her daughter about to retort, Doll raised a palm. "I'm not saying that you're going to become more then just that, Michelle. You might well stay that way for the rest of your lives. But... can you tell me truthfully that you wouldn't mind being more then just very good friends?"

For several moments, Michelle stared at her and then opened her mouth to comment. Then after a few seconds she closed it and leaned over with her head in her hands. "No... no, I wouldn't mind being more then just good friends with him, mom. He's... God, it's pathetic but I would like to be more."

Nodding to herself as if this confirmed something, Doll reached over and patted her daughter on the back. "Actually from what you have told me as have the others who have met him, it's not pathetic at all. This Harry sounds like a very nice guy from everything."

With a snort, Michelle shook her head. "That's putting it mildly, mom. But I doubt that much more will happen between the two of us."

Unseen by Michelle, there was a knowing look on her mother's face. "Perhaps... or perhaps not. I can understand where you're coming from though." Seeing Michelle raise her head, Doll nodded. "Your father and I were good friends for a time before we got together actually. In fact, I was a lot like you, wanting more then being good friends but thinking it would never happen."

Frowning, Michelle searched her mother's face. "How did you manage then?"

Doll leaned back and looked up at the ceiling in deep thought. "Well... I took it slowly for the most part. Your father was, and still is, rather dense about such things at times. But we grew closer and closer and it just... sort of happened. I've never regretted going that way. From what I hear, that might be the way to take it with Harry."

There was a suspicious expression on Michelle's face. "How much do you know..."

For almost a minute, Doll was silent. "Your father came across Harry's uncle at a nearby bar one night. He hasn't told me the full story of what happened, but Faith told me enough that I can make some guesses in regards to Harry. Ones that I don't like at all."

Working her jaw, Michelle scowled. "Mom, I won't betray Harry's trust by saying anything. His private life is just that, private. But Harry's a really good guy."

A slight frown was on Doll's features as she nodded. "And I wouldn't ask you to tell me..." She didn't continue the thought out loud. 'You've all but confirmed it for me...' Then Doll smiled a bit. "As for him being a good guy, that's rather obvious. Still, I want to meet him in person. But as I said, take it slow and at a pace your both comfortable with. There's no need to rush into anything until your both ready and it sounds like Harry needs a bit of time emotionally before he's ready for that sort of step."

Michelle nodded a bit as she stared off. "Yeah... I guess..."

Her mother then suddenly smirked a bit as an evil look entered her eye. "Also, I wonder what he'll think of the baby pictures that I brought."

Face now completely red, Michelle sputtered. "MOM!"

As a reply, Doll winked and laughed at her daughter's expression.

Harry grumbled some as he was helped into Freddy's by Sirius. "I'm just tired, not made of glass, Sirius!"

All his godfather did was shrug with a frown. "You just had a piece of Voldemort's soul expelled from your body by a spectre and a mass of undead, insane souls..." He looked over his shoulder at Aya and the Black Mass who simply floated there silently. "No offfence of course."

Rolling her eyes, Aya waved him off. "None taken."

Than Sirius turned back to his godson. "Poppy was also against this, and the only way that she allowed it was the fact that I would be here with you. The fact that you literally slept nearly twenty four hours says something."

Just as Harry was about to comment, a yellow blur smacked into him with a screech and lifted him into the air. "HARRY!" Even as he struggled, Chica continued to swing Harry bodily around in a massive hug. "I was so worried when Rose told us what happened to you! Are you okay? Feeling okay? Need pizza?"

Feeling a tap, she looked over her shoulder to Chelsie there. The other animatronic pointed at the weakly struggling Harry. "I don't think he can answer if he can't breath."

Her eyes wide, Chica dropped Harry and then winced at his groan. "Sorry about that, Harry..."

Getting helped to his feet by Chelsie and Sirius, Harry gave a slightly weak smile. "Don't worry about it. And yeah, I'm okay and I'd like some pizza."

As she wrung her hands, Chelsie smiled a bit, the lights in her cheeks coming on as a blush. "Um, Harry? I also made some treacle tart for you as well if you'd like..."

With a nod, Harry reached up and rubbed the top of her head. "Thanks, I'll make sure to save some room for it as your last one you sent me was great." A smile bloomed on Harry's face as he heard Chelsie giggle happily. It was then that he noticed that they were no longer alone as Michelle was just behind Chelsie, and the others were behind her. For a moment, Harry furrowed his eyebrows at what he could see in Michelle's expression. "Michelle?"

Chelsie moved aside as Michelle took one step and then another. Once she was close enough, the night guard pulled Harry into a tight hug which he returned. "I'm glad that you're okay."

Closing his eyes, Harry's smile widened. "Yeah... Sorry if I worried you or anything..."

The sudden sound of a throat clearing reminded the two that there were others there and they leapt apart. Cheeks red, Harry glanced to see who it was and froze as he spotted Mike giving him a narrowed eyed stare. "Sorry to interrupt this, but it's about time we meet in person-Oof!"

Not even a second later, Mike was clutching his side as Doll withdrew her elbow. Walking up, she softly smiled at Harry and extended a hand. "I'm Rebecca Schmidt, Michelle's mother. But nearly everyone calls me Doll."

Taking her hand, Harry shook it. "Hello, Ma'am. Um, Michelle's told me all about you after I... Er..."

Much to his embarrassment, Michelle grinned. "After he saw a picture of you I have and asked who my older sister was."

Giggling a bit, Doll shook her head as she spotted the glare he gave a smirking Michelle. 'Well now, he's certainly a fit for her...'

Unnoticed, Faith floated over to an amused Aya who was watching. "Hey there."

As she turned, Aya blinked. "What?"

Faith only leaned in a bit. "You know, normally this would be about the point when I say something along the lines that you must have fallen from Heaven. But that's not possible because there's no way that Heaven would have let something as beautiful as you go."

Fortunately for a unnerved Aya, a hand reached over and two fingers grabbed Faith's ear and Doll dragged her away. "Come along you..." As she passed where Mike had clapped Harry on the shoulder and squeezing it, Doll grabbed his ear with her other hand. "And you as well... We're heading to the party room."

Slowly blinking, Harry pointed after the three. "What was that all about?"

For her part, Michelle only groaned.

No one noticed Harry slip away from the party they were having in the main room except for one person. Harry had just sat down in the chair in the security office and closed his eyes when he heard a chuckle. Opening his eyes as he jolted, he saw Michelle there. "Tired, huh?"

Nodding, Harry let out a small yawn as he stretched a bit. "A little bit anyways... and it didn't help that everyone seems to be hovering around me as if I was made of glass."

Michelle just raised her hands with her palms out as she smiled. "No need to worry about that with me, Harry." Her expression softened a bit. "As long as you say that you're alright and aren't obviously hurt, I'll believe you."

She pulled away some as Harry coughed. "Um, thanks... anyways, how are things going here? I know that Closing Day is in less then a week, so..."

Frowning, Michelle sighed and scratched her head. "Yeah... well, between all of us we got everything pretty much packed and put into storage in various places, though we got all the drawings and letters from kids back at the house." At Harry's obvious confusion, she smiled. "It's so that the gang can be cheered up by looking at them and reading the letters." With a thoughtful look, Michelle leaned back against the desk, which Harry noticed was looking empty. "Other then that... the employees are apparently happy that you're giving them the profits from the last week as a Christmas bonus and severance package. Some of them though did say that if you reopen, to look them up."

Surprised, Harry felt his eyebrows climb some. "They do realize that it'll be at least a year before we might have a chance to reopen. Heck, I figure two years as we need to demolish everything, plan the new pizzeria, and then build."

All Michelle did was shrug. "Yeah, but they're still interested. They've been with Freddy's so long that they're not about to give up if there's a chance for it to continue."

That got her a smile from Harry and neither of them noticed Faith slip in as they talked. And neither did they notice her place something close to the ceiling before she vanished as quietly as she had come. 'Oh... this should be good...'

As that happened, Harry gave Michelle a look over before he nodded with some redness in his cheeks. "You know..." Seeing that he had her attention, he continued. "That uniform really does look good on you."

Blushing slightly, Michelle shrugged a bit as she scratched her cheek and tried to ignore how she could hear her heartbeat speed up a bit. "Thanks, I know that you're just being complimentary..."

However, Harry waved his hands in the air a bit. "I'm not lying, Michelle. Honestly? I'm kind of amazed at how well it fits you and... er, you know, um..."

With a blink, Michelle slowly gained the look of a cat about to get a bowl of cream and leaned in, her hands on either armrest. "Actually, I don't know, Harry. How about you tell me what it is that I should know?"

Much to her surprise though, Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he opened them. "Well... it really, um... shows off your figure, you know... I swear that you look far better then I ever did anyways..."

A blush spread across Michelle's face as she had not expected that at all. "Thanks... but I think that you're selling yourself short in that." For several moments the two were like that, just staring into each other's eyes before Michelle snapped herself out of it, face utterly red. "Er... right, thanks for the compliment."

Suddenly, she noticed Harry looking up with wide eyes. Inside her chest, her heart beat faster as she tilted her head up. Then... Michelle's stomach plummeted at the sight of a green plant with red berries that floated just below the ceiling. "Is that..."

Harry slowly nodded as he tried not to squeak. "Um... mistletoe? Y-yeah... it is."

For almost a minute, the two stared up at it before Michelle scratched her neck and looked around as she straightened up. "Well, I know for a fact that wasn't there earlier this evening..." Mouth dry, she looked around. "You don't think that..."

Quickly getting up, Harry grunted and looked out through one door and then the other as Michelle took a quick look through the cameras. "Yeah... no one's around." A moment later he grimaced as he noticed that the mistletoe was following him around. "Great... it's one of Fred and George's... which means that I am going to kill a mutt."

That caused his female friend to raise an eyebrow and cross her arms. "Why would that be an issue? I mean, sure, it's floating which means magic, but what's the big deal?"

With a sigh, Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. "They're spelled to float above someone and won't float off to another victim until they get kissed on the lips..." A moment later, he felt arms encircle him and looked up to see Michelle hugging him. "Um... what are you doing?"

The blush on the guard's face felt to her like it was nearly nuclear but she took a breath as she brought her face down before stopping it just in front of Harry. "Well... I think that I can help there..."

His eyes wide, Harry searched her face before he moved in and their lips gently touched. A few seconds later, Harry's arms encircled her waist as the mistletoe floated off. Neither of the two noticed though until Michelle pulled away and Harry blinked. "U-um... wow... just..."

Nodding, Michelle smiled brightly at him. "Yeah..."

In the party room, Chica was looking into Cupcake's eyes and quietly squealed. "Yes!"

That of course caused Foxy to glance over at her. "What was tha' lass?"

However, Chica just cleared her throat a bit. "Oh... nothing. Just remembering something that I saw for a present for Harry."

Not quite sure, Foxy only nodded and thus missed Chica give Faith a thumbs up as the spectre kept Mike busy with things so that he wouldn't go and look for his daughter. Faith just grinned right back even as Doll smirked, already knowing what had just happened...

There was a slight smile on Rebecca's face as she tucked the blanket in around the sleeping Harry and Michelle. Both of them had fallen asleep cuddled up to each other in the corner of the Party Room. As Chica turned down the volume of the radio, Rebecca glanced at the clock. "It's three you guys, how about we let them get some sleep."

Sirius nodded from where he sat. "Yeah... Harry's still recovering from what happened."

A snort escaped from Mike as he looked at his drink and wished it was something a bit stronger. "Yeah, so does Michelle. She hasn't gotten much sleep after she heard what happened..." Taking a sip of the drink, he narrowed his eyes at Sirius. "So... talking about your godson... what kind of person is he?"

Eyebrows twitching, Doll jabbed Mike in the ribs with her elbow as she hissed. "Mike!"

However, Sirius only chuckled. "It's not an issue." Becoming thoughtful, Sirius turned back to where his godson was sleeping with a slight frown on his face. "Harry... is something else. He's a good guy and will pretty much do whatever it takes if it means protecting those that he cares about."

Raising an eyebrow, Mike leaned against the table. "Oh?"

With a slow nod, Sirius hummed. "Well... when he was only twelve, he fought and killed a basilisk to save a friend's sister." At the interested looks, Sirius grimaced. "Imagine a fifty something foot snake that can kill with a glance and has a deadly, venomous bite to boot and you get the idea."

That caused Mike to pause before he nodded. "Hmm... that does fit with what I got from his uncle..."

As he narrowed his eyes, Sirius looked at him. "I wouldn't expect that he would have anything good to say about his nephew..."

Mike grinned a bit. "And you'd be right. Guy's obviously an asshole in my book and if he dislikes Harry, but my daughter and her friends like him, then that would be more then enough proof in my book that he's a okay guy." Sipping his drink, his expression turned stormy for a moment. "I have... experience in that."

Having glanced at her husband, Doll decided to change the subject. "So then... what are your plans for the holiday?" When Sirius looked at her with a confused expression, she shrugged. "I figure that Harry is likely to drop by during the holidays, so..."

Now that he knew what she meant, Sirius thought things over for almost a minute. "Well... he goes back shortly after New Years. But besides Christmas Day and the thirtieth, the rest is pretty much free."

With a nod, Doll crossed her arms as she thought it over. "Would you be against maybe a Christmas Eve dinner? We've managed to have some stuff sent over, so I can cook up a nice dinner." Seeing the interested look, she grinned. "I've gotten a number of turkeys so I can cook those up along with other dishes."

Chica suddenly popped up causing all three adults to jump. "Oooo! Can I help? I'm a really good cook you know!"

Taking a moment, Doll let her heart settle down before she reached over and patted Chica on the head. "Sure, I could always use some help."

Of course, that caused Chica to hop a little in place as she clapped her hands in place. "Eeee! I'm so excited! Thank you!"

Much to Doll's confusion, Chica hugged her and then walked off. "Well... she seems happy..."

While he dabbed at some spilled drink on his shirt, Mike grunted. "I fucking hate it when they do that-Ow!"

Slowly, Doll pulled her hand away from where she had smacked her husband on the back of the head. "What have I told you about swearing where kids can hear."

All Mike did was sigh and roll his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, don't do it."

Once more, he yelped when Doll gave him another slap to the back of the head and glared at him.

Vicky was laying back in thought as she played when suddenly Jessy and Liz popped out from behind the couch, scaring her. "HEY! VICKY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

Even though she was now an animatronic, Vicky still held her paw over where her heart would have been. "Dammit you two! Do you bloody well mind?"

There was a grin on Liz's feline face as she popped the "P" in her answer. "Nope!"

Meanwhile, the wolf animatronic caught sight of what Vicky had been playing with. "Is that... a paddleball?" Picking it up, Jessy scratched her head a bit as she examined it. "Huh, never knew that you were into that sort of thing honestly."

With a scowl, Vicky snatched it back. "Hey!" After she gave it a once over, she went back to playing with it as she shrugged. "And as to being into it, I never really thought about it until I saw it in a box of toys a few weeks back. Turns out that it's actually pretty nice and awesome. Not to mention that I'm pretty good at it."

As she rolled her eyes, Liz leaned against the couch and sighed as her tail swished from side to side. "So, what's the problem?" Seeing Vicky raise an eyebrow at her, Liz waved a paw around. "You've been, like, super quiet and deep in thought about something."

For a few moments Vicky was quiet and then she shrugged. "Just been having a bunch of weird dreams is all."

Now interested, Liz grinned a bit. "Oh, strange dreams, huh? What kind of strange dreams? It wouldn't happen to involve a certain wizard, would it...?"

Jessy looked at her and gave her a shove. "Hey, that's probably personal. And besides, Harry's like a brother to us!"

Snorting, Liz leaned her chin against one paw as Vicky gave her an annoyed look. "I'm a feline, I'm supposed to be curious..."

While she tried not to facepalm, Vicky shook her head. "You're a ghost trapped inside an animatronic and able to interact with the world through it."

All that did was cause Liz to shrug again. "It's pretty much the same thing in a way, isn't it?"

The fox animatronic had a slightly worried expression on her face from that. 'Is that what Harry and the others meant when they said that we might change over time from being an animatronic...' However, she shook it off and shrugged. "Anyways... all that happens when I have the dreams is walking through a fog with what sounds like bursts of static filled sobs from somewhere nearby, but I can't ever find the source... Been happening since I woke up like this actually." A blush broke out on her face. "And yeah, Harry's just like a big brother."

Both Jessy and Liz shared a look before the wolf scratched her head. "Weird..."

Frowning, Vicky shrugged a bit. "I've even asked the others and according to them, I'm the only one who has had dreams like that. So it's probably nothing..." Wanting to change the subject, Vicky glanced at Jessy and hummed. "So, I see that your repairs are coming along pretty well."

It was worth it to see Jessy light up. "Oh, yeah!" She shifted the shirt on her around a little. "Erika managed to fix up one of the spare torsos for this body and she said it resembled the ones for you and Chelsie... though why she keeps muttering about perverts, I don't know..."

Slowly blinking, Vicky looked herself over and then rolled her eyes. "Let's just say that considering things, people designing the third generation animatronics must have been inspired by some of the dolls being sold to girls..."

That only caused Jessy to scratch her head. "I don't get it?"

As she shook her head, Liz patted her long time friend on the shoulder. "We'll explain when you're older..."

Jessy only huffed at that...