Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potterverse, Remus Lupin, or Santa. Honestly, I don't. I would like to but I don't. Oh well, on with the fic.

Prologue: Help wanted.

Remus Lupin sat in his front room apathetic and very much alone. Things had gotten better after the war. They had gotten better for Muggleborns and Half-bloods. They had gotten better for house elves and those that practiced magic that bordered on the darker side of things. However, things had not gotten better for dark creatures, so Remus sat alone, unemployed, and bored in his tiny cottage near Hogsmeade.

He sighed and picked up the Daily Prophet and flipped to the job adverts. There at the bottom in small green and red print, he found a very peculiar job listing, indeed. Wanted well-educated wizard between the ages of 38 and 100 for managerial position. Must have an even temper and like working with children and magical creatures. Position requires living at the production site six to ten months of the year and a willingness to travel. Dark Arts and flying experience a plus. Academics, dark creatures, and chocolate lovers encouraged to apply. Onsite interviews will be held at the Oak and Holly Bush, Diagon Alley on the 21st and 22nd of this month. Ask the barkeep for Missy.

Remus sighed and folded the Prophet. It was worth a shot, he wasn't really doing anything the next couple of days outside of helping Harry sign autograph's and trying to convince Ron that just because he didn't like Snape that it isn't polite to stalk people. Especially, when one's idea of stalking someone involves casting random freezing and warming spells on someone and then making comments like 'Maybe you're just going through the change? My mum couldn't regulate her temperature either.'

The werewolf ran his hand through his hair, ever since the incident with Hermione the Weasley boy had been impossible to come into contact with. After all it was Ron, who came up with the idea bring another woman into his marriage bed. The fact that Hermione had more in common with Angelina Johnson was so blatantly obvious even a Hufflepuff could have seen it. But then Ron wasn't a Hufflepuff, therefore, he was totally shocked when George lunged at him at the annual Weasley family Christmas celebration. The realization of what had really happened didn't seem to sink in until the fourth time George screamed at him "Fred left with Hermione and Angie because of your pervy sexual fantasies and now I'm stuck running the shop alone." A week later in a stunning moment of rare sarcasm, Neville Longbottom had suggested that maybe Snape had given them some sort of potion. Unfortunately, Ron had never been much for sarcasm so he believed him. Similar to the time he believed he was a sex god, after Hermione and Angelina had told him while rolling their eyes and making gagging noises.

The whistling of the tea kettle brought him back from his musing. It was settled, he would see about this job. The worst they could say is no.

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A/N: Woohoo…End of Prologue. Thank you for reading. There will be other chapters arriving shortly and the story will be finished by Christmas…(evil giggle). But I digress, on with the challenge.

The Harry Potter/Santa Challenge.

So today, I issue the Harry Potter/Santa challenge to the fanfiction authors of the world or at least the one's reading this. The requirements for this challenge are fairly easy.

The story must involve a Potterverse character being hired to be Santa Claus; being seduced and/or abducted by Santa Claus; or being related to Santa Claus. The time frame is flexible and the events of the story can occur anytime between 1850 and 2050.

Santa can be good or evil.

Santa's elves and Wizarding house elves must be different. Extra points for having this cause confusion amongst characters. Extra points and giggles for any physical altercation this may cause.

One or more Potterverse character must visit the North Pole.

If the story takes place after June of 1996 and you choose to be in Sirius-denial, he must hum or sing "It's a Dead Man's party."

Extra points for:

The story being funny.

Dressing characters up as reindeer, astronauts, or house-elves.

Featuring the Knightbus.

Featuring any character in bunny or footie pajamas.

Using any of the following lines:

There is a fully grown Roman under this table.

Batman?

What are you going to do, drown me in 16 inches of water?

My hovercraft is full of eels.

Your sister is on special at K-mart.

For Merlin's Sake, could you be a little more angsty?

Is that a wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

Oh my god, I've lost a buttock.

Well, they received Neville.

Oh, big man has a scar on his head.

Dementos, the depressed makers.

Have you ever felt that you were just a supporting character in someone else's book?

And that's all folks, so have fun and be creative.