Author's Note: This series was written on an old blog by my friend and I during Christmastime. We alternated writing the chapters, starting with her prologue.

DISCLAIMER: I wanted the characters of HP for Christmas, but sadly, nada. :/

Prologue

"Wooooow. It's beauuutiful!"

A little girl of not more than 10 stood with her face pressed right to the window of a bookstore. Passersby stared, amused, and often chuckling to themselves. She had a little red toque pulled over her mass tangle of curly brown hair, which at her young age was already unmanageable. Wearing a green coat, she looked positively like a little elf, dressed in the Christmas colours.

Many thought the little girl was looking at the exquisite china doll sitting in the display window, but in fact, she was admiring a first edition copy of her favourite book, Anne of Green Gables, which was nestled in the lap of the doll.

Behind the girl, her parents stood hand in hand, smiling at each other. They knew exactly what to get their daughter for Christmas.

Clean white snow fell gently, holly and bows were hung everywhere the eye could see, and carollers could be found at every corner. The little girl's parents told her it was time to go. As she grabbed her mother's hand in one hand and her father's hand in the other, Hermione Granger thought to herself — It's really the most wonderful time of the year.

Walking down a festive, Christmas-transformed street were a father and a son that stood out like a sore thumb. They both were dressed in black, each with and odd black cloak. Both were rather pale, with striking features and startlingly light hair. However, what was causing many heads to turn and get a second glance at them was the expression on the young boy's face.

School was out, and it was Christmas. It ought to have been the happiest time for most children, but the solemness on the boy's face clearly said otherwise. It was an expression that seemed unfit for somebody so young, the kind of seriousness only age should have brought. The pair walked quickly down the street, not making eye-contact with anyone.

As they passed a bookshop, the little boy suddenly spotted a young girl with her face pressed to a bookstore window. Her hair was a mess, looking as if it would burst out of her little red toque any second. As she turned around, he could not help but stare. She had the biggest smile he had ever seen on her face, with both front teeth missing. Her eyes were a warm chocolate, her cheeks a rosy pink.

He was unaccustomed to seeing such a happy expression, but immediately lowered his gaze again as he was scolded by his father. "Don't stare at those worthless Muggles. Hurry up, we have to get you a new dress robe for the Christmas Ball." The father walked quicker, leaving his son behind.

The boy snuck one last peek back at the happy girl. She was now walking away, holding on to both her parents' hands. I hate Christmas, thought Draco Malfoy, as he hurried to catch up to his father.