I own nothing which J .K. Rowling does.

So it's the first of December and in honor of my amazing Tinkerbelle advent calendar, I have a special treat, well 25 treats but the last one may be late.

A Christmas tree.

The Gryffindor common was bathed in starlight, the moon absent from the sky. The fire dwindling casting shadows across the room. The students were sent into a flurry of wrapping, cards and preparing to leave as the first of December arrived. One student however was still in the common room, as quite as a mouse. He slumped back onto the arm of plush arm chair. Running a pale hand through his ebony windswept hair. He had been working all night and finally he had finished. It wasn't much but he transformed the common room and it should last until the New Year.

The excitement left Lily restless as she tossed and turned sleep was eternally deprived from her. She shrugged a fluffy blood red dressing gown on with gold highlights and padded towards the common room. Absently walking down the stairs she hoped a walk to the kitchens, to get a hot chocolate would help her visit the land of dreams.

Towards the last step she gasped and tumble to floor missing the stop altogether. What she saw sent her heart racing. She hardly registered hands grasping around her own pulling her up.

The common room had been transformed into a winter wonderland. The carpet was now literally a carpet of snow. White and silver tinsel draped elegantly around the room with fairy lights wrapped into the tinsel. The fireplace featured stockings and advent calendars for every Gryffindor. Fake presents stacked high into the corners, with small flying reindeers and Santa's travelling around the room.

However it was the middle of the room what caught her attention a large tree stood tall and proud, dressed to the nines. Red and gold decorations adorned the tree, tinsel looped along the branches with baubles sparkling like disco balls. Candy canes also hung upon the tree tempting Lily to take a bite. At the top stood the most beautiful star, it spun while magically playing Christmas carols.

Lily gasped again, the sight of this grotto made Lily reminisce about past times when Petunia and herself would spend the day decorating the tree and eating gingerbread.

Lily looked towards who had caught her, a firm chest from years of quidditch; she looked towards the face and even as shadows flitted across his handsome face. His glasses slightly skewed from the hardworking. James had somehow got snow in his hair and Lily reached up to brush it out. James looked gratefully.

"Thanks"

Lily just nodded suddenly aware of the blush on her face. There was so many questions she wanted to ask, the common room was beautiful.

"Did you do all of this?"

"Yeah, urrm do you like it?"

"It's gorgeous James, but I think I should go."

"Lily there's no mistletoe."

She looked slightly relieved but double checked, James grinned at her checking.

"It's a really great tree James, you are amazing."

Lily suddenly poured out what she was thinking and shut up before she could say more, realizing she said James.

"Well Potter there better not be Mistletoe, Goodnight."

She rushed to her room forgetting the reason she went downstairs.

James trudged upstairs tired from his night adventures. The look on Lily's face was worth it, if she thought it was amazing then, what would the others think. They would hail him as a god. On the last step he faltered. It occurred to him she touched him and called him James, the Christmas tree was so worth the lack of sleep.