Hey all! Remchlomany here, with the story of a lifetime. Well, not really. Just a story I've been trying to write for FOREVER. Sorry Sarah. I'm an ADD git. But here it is! Your extremely late birthday present!

Anyways, here we go. As per the requirements: Marauder-era fic with Wolfstar, where James and Lily try to get Sirius and Remus together. And side Lily/James! Yay!

So, dedicated to the very awesome Sarah. And special thanks to Noah for helping me with James.

So there. NOW LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

Dear Father Christmas,

I still don't believe in you. It's rationally impossible for one man to travel around the world all in one night, delivering presents. Granted, yes, you could use a Time Turner, that's plausible. But why would the Ministry grant a Time Turner to a fat nit for the menial task of delivering presents?

Nevertheless, I write this letter to you in the hopes you will deliver to me a new broomstick, and a new jumper. Preferably some shade of blue. Also, a new copy of my Charms textbook would be nice. It appears some Hufflepuff has found mine, and mistook it for theirs. And finally, a copy of Wuthering Heights would be nice. I saw a very shy Gryffindor boy reading it the other day. He, I mean, it looked very good.

Still not convinced,

Edmund Errington, the Fourth
Sixth Year

James snorted, slipping the neat and crisply folded letter back into its blue envelope. He flipped the note over, eyeing the indented eagle in its upper left hand corner, and snorted again. The eagle of skepticism… James looked up, debating which pile to put it in. Medium, Hard, Medium, Hard….

He decided on Medium, tossing it into the appropriate pile. James had no idea how tall a wuthering height was, but it looked like a book, and Moony was bound to know who it's by and where to get it. Though Remus had been pretty distant lately… He turned back to the unexamined pile, picking up another letter at random. He unfolded it, hoping this one would be less stuffy than the previous ones.

Dear "Father Christmas",

As you know, I am atheist, but this year, as per my decision and the pressure of some pretty devout Catholics in my year, I have chosen to celebrate Christmas this year. Now, in order of most wanted to least wanted:

Money, preferably in the 3 to 6 Galleons range

One (1) new cashmere scarf, purple

One (1) copy of the Handbook of Hippogriff Psychology

Three (3) new writing quills

I shall expect these no later than December 25th, 1976. Don't heavily wrap them; no need to waste all that paper.

I shall be waiting,

Liana Fennstien
Third Year

James scoffed, throwing the letter into the Easy pile. All these Ravenclaws were much too drippy. He dug furiously through the stack, trying to find at least one letter that wasn't perfectly folded and sealed. He finally found one: a paler blue envelope, with crinkled edges. The Head Boy allowed himself a laugh of victory, before eagerly ripping open the battered slip. Disappointment fell over his face like a watermelon from the roof of a building for a school science project when he saw its quickly scrawled contents.

Dear Father Christmas,

Hi. I know I usually have a big, long list of things I want, like when I was five- you remember that? The year with the minigriff? Yes, well, anyways, I have a short list this year. Not an easy one, granted. Not like the year I wanted a balloon. I remember that- my selfless phase!

Anyways, back on topic. This year, all I want is a test preparation book for the OWLs. They're months away. I'll never be ready in time without it! I've done research, and I've heard a few people talk about seeing some test preparation booklets down in Hogsmeade.

Please!

Brittany Reid

Fifth Year

James groaned, flopping backwards onto his bed. So boring… either all Ravenclaws have no life, or the ones who stayed behind are just particularly drippy. And none of them sound even remotely hot.

James mentally cursed the headmaster. True, he has major respect for Dumbledore, but this just seemed cruel to make the Head students sort thought ALL the secret Santa letters. True, almost all the Slytherins had left to go visit home, and Hufflepuff wasn't participating due to a house-wide scavenger hunt, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. But it was still bad. The entire Ravenclaw house had stayed to read, or study, or just be nerdy and shit… And most of the Gryffindors had stayed to partake in the Hogwarts celebrations, except Peter. Peter had gone to… visit his grandma or something like that. James didn't really mind; it meant more sweets for him.

The head boy stood up. Someone was going to hear about these boring Ravenclaws…

Heh, I know... short chapter is short... but you didn't really want James going on and on about how bored he was, do you?

I thought not.

Rate and review. It would be great if- WHOA~... A DOUBLE RAINBOW~...

... So intense...