Disclaimer- I do not own the Harry Potter characters or plot or anything to do with Harry Potter.
A/N- I came up with this Idea shortly after reading the first Harry Potter book for the 7th time. I thought what if Harry actually gave Dumbledore wool socks for Christmas? I was going to make it a comedy but I decided that a more serious style would better tell this story.
Another Christmas eve at Hogwarts. The students were all sleeping snug in their beds and visions of sugarplums danced in their heads, only one creature was sturring though it wasn't a mouse.
Pacing around his office as he so often does was Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts. It was 3:00 in the morning and he could not sleep. He never could on the night before Christmas; there was something about the way it felt that kept him up.
As he paced to the right for what felt like the hundredth time the wizards mind strayed back to last year to his encounter with the mirror of Erised and a certain raven haired boy. It puzzled Dumbledore how young and innocent Harry was. Certainly any other boy who had had their parents murdered by the darkest wizard of this century and forced to live with his aunt and uncle who hated him with great passion would be more corrupt? Perhaps that was just another wonderful thing about Harry Potter. Dumbledore remembered Harry's surprise when he had revealed was he had seen in the mirror.
'Sir-Professor Dumbledore? Can I ask you something?'
'Obviously, you've just done so,' Dumbledore smiled. 'You may ask me one more thing, however'
'What do you see when you look in the mirror?'
'I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woollen socks."
Harry stared.
'One can never have enough socks,' said Dumbledore. ' Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.
Dumbledore sighed, he has not been exactly truthful with Harry for even thought he did need wool socks that was not what he had seen in the mirror. When the headmaster had stepped in front of the cursed mirror he saw himself standing beside a smiling and handsome raven-haired boy. Dumbledore's hearts desire was so see an innocent and non corrupt Tom Riddle the complete opposite of Harry Potter. He had felt partially responsible for the result of Lord Voldemort, and to see him as he should have been brought tears to the old mans eyes.
A loud 'pop' brought Dumbledore back to his senses, turning he saw a small pile of presents awaited him at the foot of his desk. Surprised he walked 5 steps to the pile and gently picked up a rectangular package from the top. Unwrapping it he read A History Of Great Headmaster's Dumbledore frowned and picked up the next package 150 Ways To kill A Dark Lord. Several rectangles later he came to a small neatly wrapped package, Unwrapping it Dumbledore found himself pulling out a pair of thick woollen socks. Chuckling to himself he placed them on his desk.
Perhaps he would have a second chance with this one.