DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to the Queen JK Rowling.
A/N: This is my first fic that I've ever made, so reviews would be welcome. Also, at the start of each chapter there'll be a song to set the mood, please play it. I write and the guy below edits and revises and makes sure I don't fuck up.
Co-A/N: So my name is TheSexyPlatypus and this is my first sorta-fic in collab with the slytherin , (His words not mine), above me. So welcome and be sure to point out my mistakes. Alright bitches, let's get this sh*tfest started.
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"Christmastime is Here" By Vince Guaraldi
December 14, 1996
"It was a dark and stormy night when-," No no no she thought to herself, that was far too generic. She was kneeling in front of the library's fire, writing in a Muggle pen. It was curious how Muggle inventions were so ingenious when all that the magical community could talk about was how inferior they were. Pens were so much easier to use than quills.
She found Grimmauld Place to be rather cozy in winter. The library was on the second highest floor, beneath the attic of course. The snow was falling lightly outside. She wished that she could go out and explore London for herself, but that was impossible. Daddy was off doing Order-work in Sweden with the Heliopaths and potentially fostering relationships with the wild Snorkacks. With this thought in mind, she was looking forward to travelling with her father, who instead decided it was safer for her to stay.
The snow started falling harder, she glanced at the mess of words on her notebook and stared at them for a hard minute, she then crumpled them up and, rather unceremoniously, slammed them into the fire. Standing back up, she plopped herself onto a chair that was facing out across London. The city was beautiful tonight and the snow just made it even more picturesque. She sighed and resigned herself to having a little nap. She leaned her head on the cold glass, content with being alone tonight.
Suddenly she heard a knock, a crash and a bang coming from the center of the library. She walked over and saw a sight of great hilarity. Five bookshelves had toppled over and there hung Harry Potter, strung up by a rope around his skinny ankle. He seemed to be half asleep, so she inferred that the Chosen One must've been sleepwalking when he walked into one of the old manor's traps. With a quick diffindo she cut him down, dropping him rather hard on the floor.
Harry was rather cute actually, if one counted out the scar taking up most of his forehead, his shabby clothes, and the alarming amount of Nargles circling said scar. He was sleeping very soundly and made a little smile in his sleep. His sleeping position looked uncomfortable on the hardwood floors so she transfigured some books into pillows and one of the bookshelves into a comforter. He looked highly content.
Snuffing out the candles, Luna looked out over the city and snuggled into her blanket, with dreams of flight, snow, and hippogriffs.
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A/N: Thanks for reading. Reviews and criticism would be greatly appreciated. There'll be around 12 chapters in total. Updates will be made sporadically throughout the month.
Co-A/N: ^ Do what he said, and also be sure to point out any and all grammatical errors that you come across. That's it, TheSexyPlatypus is outta here *Enter gigantic explosions*.