Holiday Cheer
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
AN: Happy holidays!
Harry had decorated his cupboard for Christmas. He had drawn a picture in school and snuck it home under his shirt and stuck it up with some already used tape in the darkest corner of his cupboard. He didn't tell Ma'am, like he had last year, 'cause she would only tear it up.
After all, no good, dirty freaks don't really deserve nothin' for Christmas, Harry thought, not even drawings.
Harry peeked his messy head out of the cupboard. From his position he could make out the gleam of the television, and the sound of voices. The house smelled like turkey, which Harry had spent all day cooking. He could even smell hot cocoa.
Harry drew back into his cupboard and pulled out his blanket. It had his name written in blue letters in the corner, which was probably why Ma'am hadn't given it to Dudley.
It was how Harry knew his name- from this very blanket. He cuddled it to his chest and hummed one of the carols he had heard the carolers sing when they had stopped by earlier in the day.
It was nice, Harry thought, to be cookin' and be able to hear such nice singing.
Even Ma'am and Sir liked singin'. He could hear them doing it now with Dudley singing along. It wasn't nice singin' like the carolers, but it was happy singing and that's the kind Harry liked best. He hummed softly along with his relatives, alone in the dark cupboard. Sometimes he sang words along too, but he couldn't do that very loud 'cause they might hear and get angry. Harry didn't want to ruin anybody's Christmas, 'specially not his relative's, 'cause they had been nice to him this year and let him go to school, even though Sir had said something about how tax payers shouldn't have to pay for no good dirty freaks to get an ed'acation. Harry nodded to himself as he hummed the last couple notes of Joy to the World. Nobody should have to pay for him- that was awful to think of, that somebody might pay for him.
Ma'am and Sir started Silent Night, and Harry sat back to listen. This was his favorite carol, it was the best one- even Ma'am and Sir thought so 'cause they saved it for last.
Ma'am and Sir and Dudley went up to bed so they could go to sleep and Santa would come. Not for Harry, a'course, but for them, he would.
Harry pulled his blankets around him, looked once more up at his Christmas drawin' and went to bed, his last thought, Maybe Santa will come this year.
