Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, if I did do you ACTUALLY THINK I'd have let Harry go to the Yule Ball with Lavender? Sorry, Lavender annoys me. So does Parvati, for that matter. ANYWAY this is turning out to be a somewhat long and ramble-y disclaimer. Right, back to the point, I don't own them, deal.

 A/N: This is a really strange story, but I guess the first part's okay since I wrote it in the presence of a two-year-old screaming to watch 'Land Before Time' for the tenth time in a row. Getting off task here, (I seem to do that a lot, oh well, I'm not complaining. After all, that's when I come up with half of my ideas. ~cough~English~cough). This is a strange story. It starts on the night before Christmas in their fifth year.

Drum roll, please, PRESENTING my first fic that has actually made a smidgen(ha, smidgen, funny word!) of sense…

'Twas Christmas Break at Hogwarts castle…

            ~~~~~~~Chapter One: …in Gryffindor tower, all the creatures were stirring. But there were no mice… ~~~~~~~~~

"'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse-"

            "Well how do they know, I mean, was somebody actually going around and making sure that nothing at all was moving? But how could they do that without moving themselves?" Hermione quickly took the chance to continue reading while Ron contemplated this difficult philosophical question.

            "The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there-"

            "That's another thing! How exactly did they know that this 'Saint Nicholas' character would come, how did they even know he existed?"

            Hermione sighed, ~~Why did I tell them I'd read to them Instead of getting my work done? Why?~~"The children were nestled snug in their beds, while visions of sugarplums danced in their heads-"

            "Wouldn't that be painful? The fruit dancing in their heads, I mean?"

            "No, Ron, there weren't actually plums dancing in their heads. The children were just dreaming about the sweets they wanted." Hermione explained, if somewhat impatiently.

            "Ohhhh, well why didn't they just say so?"

            "Mama in her kerchief, and-okay, enough is enough! Know what, Ron? I have work to do, and since you aren't listening to me, I'm going to go do my work in my room!" And with that, Hermione stomped op to the girls' dormitories in a flurry of frizzy hair.

             For a moment the entire common room went silent, everyone in shock from Hermione Granger, one of the most level-headed people they knew, blowing up over a small thing like a Muggle story. Ron didn't seem to get it. "Well, that was a strange ending, wasn't it Harry? Who knew there was someone named Ron in a Muggle Christmas story?" Harry blinked at him for a minute or two, shook his head, and went up to the boys' dorms. Ron shrugged and then went off to play a game of Exploding Snap with Ginny.

            Up in his room, Harry sighed as he flopped onto his bed. Reaching down, he pulled out a photo album of his parents. Harry started on the back page with a picture of his first and only Christmas with his parents. Pettigrew had taken the picture, Remus and Sirius were handing Lily and James presents for Baby Harry to open. Of course Baby Harry was completely oblivious to all the wonderful toys he'd just opened, and was playing with a piece of wrapping paper.

            Harry blinked back stinging tears as he flipped through the pages. Pictures of his mum and dad smiled and waved up at him. His parents' baby shower, their wedding, graduation, these were all the familiar pictures he saw throughout the album.

            However, a new picture had appeared on the first page. It was of his parents, Remus, Sirius, and Peter in their fifth year at Hogwarts. The picture showed Sirius and James running around and setting off lots of Filibusters' Fireworks, Lily and Remus chasing them around with watering cans and laughing hysterically. Peter was the only one that didn't appear to be having a good time, he was standing in the corner of the room and glaring up at Harry. Harry smiled sadly at the picture before putting the album back under his bed. He then turned off his light and went to sleep, completely unaware of the figure hovering on a broom just outside his window. "Good night, Harry, and merry Christmas." The figure whispered before disappearing into the night.

A/N: Okay people, what'd ya think? This was my first fic that I've actually gotten fairly far with. I don't mind if you flame.