Hey guys! So so sorry about not updating recently, I've had writers block with Caitlin and half of the problem was other plot ideas orbiting around my head. So, I took one, and here's the result! I'm not totally happy with it, but thats life.

Also, I will not be uploading to Portkey, for they never returned an answer to my request to be able to publish there. even after a month. Meh.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter or anything associated with it. I also do not own the rights to Jingle Bells, and why you would want to is totally against me.

So anyway, may I present:

Merry Christmas Potter! Chapter 1

Harry hated Christmas.

Now if Harry had told you the fact himself you would probably think he was mad, but there was more than just a lack of presents for Harry Potter.

At his first Christmas with the Dursleys 6 years ago, Harry had been locked in his cupboard while the rest of the family had enjoyed the food and presents.

Two years later, Harry had been forced to cook Christmas dinner for the first time. He didn't get a crumb.

The next year after that, Harry received his first present. He was beaten, with Vernon's studded belt. After he was almost unconscious from the pain, his uncle had chucked him into his cupboard. "Merry Christmas Potter!" he had called.

This had been repeated ever since. He had never tasted the turkey that he was forced to cook each year. He had never even laid hands on a Christmas cracker, his Aunt didn't trust him not to blow up the house with them.

This year though, Dudley had found a favorite Christmas song, Jingle Bells. However, he had changed the words slightly...

Jingle bells

Jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh what fun it is to hit

A freak on Christmas Day

Yay!

Vernon had thoroughly agreed, and had promised that Harry would get plenty of hits tomorrow. However, he had decided to be extra generous this year, by giving Harry an early Christmas Present. Harry thought this was very suspicious, for he never got any type of present. Let alone an early one.

Harry's concerns were justified when he was woken up, at 6am on 24th December, by being chucked onto the hard paving slabs that made up the garden path. Behind him, his Uncle was walking away, laughing like a megalomaniac. Harry looked at his foot, and sighed.

For Uncle Vernon had found a large length of chain at work, and had decided to tie Harry up with it.

Harry didn't really mind being tied up, it was just as bad as being trapped in a cupboard. What he objected to, was the wooden post in the front garden that he was tied to. And what he really despised, was the fact that Mother Nature had been nice enough to grace Harry with a snowstorm, leaving him sitting in two feet of snow.

So here he was, on Christmas eve, sitting in the snow, when suddenly he saw an angel. Well, not an angel exactly, but a small girl who looked around his age, who was walking down the road, probably returning from church with her parents, while wearing a gold tinsel halo and cotton wool fairy wings.

The little girl saw Harry's small figure curled up in the snow, somehow, and rushed over to him. "Excuse me" she asked "What's your name? And why are you sitting there? It's all cold, you'll get ill"

"M-my name's Harry" Harry managed to say through the cold "and I was naughty, so my Uncle Vernon is p-punishing me"

"Oh. Why aren't you living with your parents?" The girl replied. She couldn't even imagine Christmas without her mum and dad.

"They d-died when I was a baby" Harry said "So I live with my Uncle and Aunt and their son Dudley."

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" And she gave him a small hug, before asking "So what did you do that was naughty?" She thought that it must have been something really terrible for him to be out here in the snow on Christmas eve.

"I got born" Harry replied "A-apparently freaks like me don't deserve to l-live, so as p-punishment I get to stay out here"

"That's ridiculous" the girl's mother, who had only just caught up with her daughter said "Nobody deserves to stay out here on Christmas eve. It's child abuse. Why don't we take you home and warm you up, before calling the police to get you away from your Uncle. Maybe you could stay with us?"

Harry shuddered "NO! I don't want any trouble. The police wouldn't believe me and Uncle Vernon would kill me if I ran off"

"Well we can't leave you here, you'll freeze to death. And I promise that you will never have to live with him again if you don't want to. Okay?"

"Thank you. But I'm attached to this pole, so how can I get away?"

"I have an idea. Can you stay here with Harry please Hermione, and I'll be back in a minute." And she raced off. A couple of minutes later, she raced back, holding a saw. She quickly cut the pole in half, and slipped the chain over the top of the stump.

"Come on Harry!" Hermione said excitedly "Let's go!"

"I-I'm stuck" Harry said. "I can't stand up"

So, Hermione's mum helped him stand up, and together they started to walk down the road.

"So how old are you then Harry?" Hermione asked

"S-seven. My birthday's in July."

"So you're in my school year!" Hermione said happily "We could go to school together!"

"Apparently freaks like me don't get to go to school." Harry said dejectedly

"Well I don't think you're a freak." Hermione's mum said "So in January you can go to school like Hermione. Would you like that?"

"Yeah! I've always wanted to go to school!" Harry said happily.

"Well we can leave that for another day" Hermone's mum said "But it's late. So we need to warm you up, and get you both to bed. And here we are Harry" and they walked up the path to a large house.

"So Harry" Hermione asked, while waiting for her hot chocolate to cool down "What do you want for Christmas?"

"Freaks like me don't get presents" Harry said

"Harry, you're not with your uncle now. You're not a freak. So, what would you like for Christmas?"

"I don't want any presents. Being away from the Dursleys is the best present I could get."

Hermione just smiled sadly.

Behind the door, Hermione's parents looked at each other with tears in their eyes. Harry needs to be shown the love and care of a welcoming family.

After wiping their tears, they entered the room. "Okay kids, bedtime." Hermione's mum said "Harry, you can have the guest room as your bedroom and another day we'll decorate it as you like. Okay?"

Harry was stunned "I get my own room?"

"Of course. Now, let's get you some pajamas." And they all trooped upstairs.

Two hours later, there were lots of presents under a tree. A few of which, were labeled to one Harry Potter.

Thanks for reading! Please review for me, I would like to know if you like it!

L8r,

Tim