It was the day before Christmas Eve and Harry was just getting ready for bed. All of his friends have already left Hogwarts to be with their families.
Feels a bit weird, with nobody else here.
Harry was brushing his teeth diligently when a loud crashing sound interrupted him. What was that? The boy took his wand out of his pocket and opened the bathroom door. He looked inside his dormitory and was surprised to notice that it was no longer empty. An old man, dressed in red robes was sitting on the floor, seemingly trying to get up on his feet.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, pointing his wand at the stranger.
The man looked at Harry and sighed. "Well, hello there, Harry," he said and finally stood up, his bones protesting loudly. "Ugh, might have broken something on that floor of yours," he added and walked up closer to Harry.
Meanwhile, Harry managed to connect the dots in his mind. "Wait, are you Santa?" he asked and looked at the man with awe.
The old man chuckled and nodded. "Yes, indeed. I'm Santa, but my real name is actually Tommy."
Harry couldn't helped and laughed. "Tommy?" he asked. "Are you serious?"
Santa looked annoyed at Harry now. "Yes, that's my name, get over it. Now, do you want to know why I'm here?" he asked.
Harry nodded. "Yes, I'd like to know that."
Santa sighed. "Truth is, I need your help kid," he said.
"Why would Santa need my help?" Harry asked, looking bewildered.
Tommy was silent for a moment, looking out of the dormitory's window. "Huh, I'm embarrassed," he started. "You see, I don't particularly need your help, but my daughter does."
Harry was stunned. "You have a daughter?" he asked.
Santa smiled. "Yes, is that really so unbelievable? I have a daughter and I'd like to ask you to help her," he said.
Harry nodded without thinking. "I mean, sure, how can I help her?" he asked.
Santa eyed Harry again. "I need to deliver the presents today as you might know. I want you to stay with her for a day," he said.
So it's here, huh. This is the home of Santa and his daughter. Harry looked around some more. Bright white colour of snow attacked his eyes from every direction. There were no trees, no bushes, no grass. Only snow everywhere. And a big house, also made seemingly entirely from snow was in front of him. Thank Merlin I know the warming charm, I'd freeze out here without it.
Well, here goes. Harry gently knocked on the white doors. He was surprised as not a second later, the doors opened, revealing Santa's daughter to him.
Wow... She's beautiful...
"No, I'm not," he heard a voice.
Harry blushed. "Did I say that out loud?" he asked.
The girl nodded. "And I'm not beautiful," she whispered. "I'm actually Voldemort," she said and decapitated Harry with a battle axe that must have been hidden behind her back.
The white snow was now covered in red, with Harry's body laying on the ground and his head still rolling a few metres away from it, making a weird whitely-red snowball.
Voldemort looked around himself proudly. "Huh, this is the first time someone has called me beautiful," he said and his face turned red. "I might actually revive him," he mused to himself.