A/N: Please read, and review. Sorry for spelling, and grammar. I wrote this last Christmas, and just now found it again, and decided to share it. This is not a cross over, but I decided to have the Santa Clause from the 'Guardian's', as the santa for my story. Ariana is still alive, and she never really died.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Father Christmas, receives a daughter...1979

Santa Clause, Father Christmas, Kris Kringle, Saint Nicholas, Saint Nick, was the many names that Nicholas Christopher Kringle had gone by for many years, since he had been blessed with never dieing...since he became one of the Guardians. Because he decided to bring gifts he made, just to bring a smile to those who couldn't afford such joys. So the man man in the moon, blessed him with immortality, along with the woman who he had fallen in love with almost two hundred years ago.

They both had not wanted to have a child, when he was busy in his shop, and Mrs. Kringle was busy making sure all else was in order. For when her loving Santy (as she lovingly called him), was finished with the Christmas season...until he came across a home, where he heard the cry of a small infant, coming from the home beside the one he had been filling the stocking.

What met his eyes upon entering the house, was a true definition of a blood bath, where the young couple's throats had been slashed, with the toddler crying from a closed closet. Her little onsy filled with reindeer, and her ears decorated with red earings, and her cheeks rosy red. Her eyes had locked with his, and her crying stopped as she studied him for a moment, before smiling up at him with opened arms.

He carefully cradled the small child in his arms, feeling the magic coming from within her core, and that was when Nicholas Christopher Kringle decided.

A Gift from the Man in the Moon...1979

Ariana Kringle, was sitting by the fireplace, with a bowl of stew waiting for her husband to return, before discussing the plans for his small break. She heard the stomping of her husband boots, as he entered the sitting room, as she continued knitting, "I think we shall visit the Islands, Santy."

"Mother, I have a gift for you, on this winters night," He had the small being in his coat, at first to keep from freezing in with the coldness, than now hiding her from his wife's view. "How would you like, a child?"

"Chris, you know that we can not have children, since we are both immortal," She set her yarn in the side basket, as she turned to look at her husband, "What-"

He brought the small child from his coat, and held her to face the woman he loved, giving her his most charming smile, "She is special."

"Nicholas, please tell me you didn't just take her," Ariana exclaimed, as she hurried to the two, and took the child from his offering arms, "Why?"

"Her parents were murdered, and when I found her hidden in the closet, I felt her magic dancing with mine. I believe the man in the moon, wants us to care for her, and make her our own," He was looking at his wife with moist in his eyes, as he explained the scene her parents had been seen, "She looks like my little sister, from when I was just a young boy, she is our little girl."

"Send an owl, to Albus, and see if he could help us," The gentle woman ordered, as she walked back to sit in front of the fire, and started humming a little tune.

Ariana had been the sister of Albus, and Aberforth Dumbledore, and when the two were trying to fight off a wizard, the other wizard still managed to curse her, almost causing her to die. It was when she was laying in her bed later that same night, waiting for death to claim her at fourteen, when Santy came to fill there stockings. He had promised her immortality, and a loving home if she would become his wife, and that she would want for nothing if she gave him a chance. He than turned to her two brother, instructing them not to share anything with another soul, if they ever wanted to visit them in his home. Both brothers agreed, rather having her alive, than to see her die.

Aberforth had gone to open the bar in Hogshead, while his brother became a professor at the school of witchcraft, and wizardry nearby.

She had never thought of having children, being completely satisfied with looking after the House Elves, who made the toys for her loving husband. She had not loved him at first, but she knew she owed him for saving her from death, and eventually learned to love him, for his large warm heart. He wanted to bring happiness, to those children around the world, and she had been happy just loving him anyway she was able.

Now though, as she looked down at the sleeping baby, she knew that she wanted to be a mom. Not just any childs mother, but the child in her arms at this time, and she prayed that her brother would be able to help, with them being able to keep her.

"Prancer?" Nicholas bellowed, calling one of his elves from the shop.

A small elf wearing a red pointy cotton hat, and a plush animal skin as a coat, appeared in front of him. She bowed before the saint, "Prancer, she comes when master calls, she is a good elf."

He rolled his eyes at the complement-fishing elf, waiting for the creature to straighten up, "Prancer, I wish for you to bring in one of the toy cradles, and enlarge it for us. The man in the moon blessed us with an angle, on this Christmas Eve." He gestured towards his wife, who was now cooing at the wakened child, as if she did it everyday.

"Man in moon, he be most kind to Master, and Mistress. Prancer help Kringle's with new Miss, give new baby Elven protection, and help when Miss needs anything," Prancer snapped her finger, before vanishing from the open room, than returned with a small wooden doll cradle, along with a warm bottle of milk, "Prancer give Mistress milk, to feed young Miss, in bottle that never goes bad, and never empties."

The witch smiled at the small elf, as she brought the bottle to the babies ready mouth, as her husband brought blankets to the now enlarged doll crib. She noticed as the elf swayed on it's heals, looking at her expectedly, "Prancer, would you like to help care for the child, if my Santy, doesn't need you in the shop?"

"Master no need Prancer, Prancer care for baby if Mistress Ariana wishes, she be good nanny Elf," Prancer hurried towards the Saint, and removed the blankets to fix the bed properly.

Nicholas stared at his beautiful wife, knowing how fond she was of Prancer, because the little elf had a mind of her own. He couldn't help but match his wife's smile, as he finally sat beside her, and began to eat his own stew. "She is a beautiful child, don't you agree my love?"

"She's perfect, Santy," His wife easily agreed, as she locked eyes with the little girll.

The Brothers Visit

Albus, and Aberforth Dumbledore, stood right outside of the portkey/apperation point of the small little village, where there only sister lived with her husband. They always found it amusing seeing the little House Elves, as they went from there small homes, to various buildings where they work. The oldest held the parchment in his hands, from Nicholas, asking for his immediate attention.

"I hope she is not ill," Aber commented, as the two headed towards the largest of the small homes, ignoring the little creatures. His brother had woken him from his slumber, with stating that he was going to the North Pole to see there sister, and he could come with him if he wished. "Thanks for thinking of me, Albus," he was rubbing his arms to keep worm, as he focused on the red door, "Unlike last time you came, without me even knowing."

"Brother Ariana cannot get sick ever again, not since she had become immortal, when she fell in love with Nick," Albus assured, as he patted his brother on the back, "You had been in bed sick, and I didn't want to meet your wife's rage, if I did not let you recover Aber. I have worked with Poppy for a long time, and I know how annoyed she is, when someone tries to disrupt her patients healing process."

Nicholas opened the door, before the brothers could knock, as he cradled a baby in his free hand, "Welcome brothers, I am glad you were able to come so quickly, my brothers."

"Her magic is strong for one so small, how did you two come to find her?" Aberforth asked, as he took the little girl in his own arms.

"I found her while passing out gifts, she was in the closet crying," Nicholas answered, as he walked to his desk, and pulled out an envelope, "I felt her magic bind with mine."

Albus waved his wand, from the little girl, to his brother in-law. Watching in awe as there magic wrapped around one another, in a thin blue, pink, and yellow line. "She must be a relative, Nicholas. Your magic line are the same colors. Her magic must had called you, when you were dropping of toys, and her bloodline as well."

"She is our daughter no matter if we share blood, but the man in the moon made it, that she will always belong to us," Adriana explained, as she took her new daughter from her oldest brother arm, and went back to her chair to hold the baby. She looked towards her husband, with a warm smile on her face, "Santy, my brothers need to get back, so tell them what you wanted."

Nicholas smiled lovingly at his wife, before leading his brothers to his home office, and sitting behind his desk, "We need proof she is our daughter, and was hoping you could make the paper work, showing that we adopted her legally. I will be good father, and your sister will be good mother, just see."

Aber smiled as he looked at his brother, and than back at his inlaw, "We want you to open your floo, so we could visit our niece whenever, of course with warning towards you."

"We open floor, will be good idea if she get's sick, and we need Poppy," Agreed the immortal, as he walked towards his library. "I just ask you not share with anyone else, and be careful not to let others find out."

Albus stood to his own feet, and walked to the door, smiling as he listened to his sister humming to the baby, "What name do you pick for her?"

"Hermione Christmas Kringle," Answered Nicholas, as he walked back to the sitting room, and took his own seat beside his wife, "Send papers as soon as possible. Little girl now needs sleep, and so do we."

The new mother handed her husband the baby, before going to her brother, and wrapping her arms around both of them, "Please give Poppy my love, and thank you for helping us with our Miracle." She kissed each there cheeks, before going back to get her new daughter, "Time for bed, Hermione Christmas Kringle, say goodnight to your Papa."

The immortal smiled as he leaned in to kiss his childs cheek, "Have sweet dreams little Angel, may Man in Moon look over you." He stood and wrapped his arms around his brother-inlaw's, "Thank you for coming, and feel free to set chimney for floo, so you not walk so far to apperate."

This was definitely the best Christmas ever...