Disclaimer: I do not own either Harry Potter or A Christmas Carol they belong firmly to J.K. Rowling and Charles Dickens…unfortunately.

A/N: This story will be finished by new years eve…enjoy!

Chapter one : A heart ice cold

Crabbe and Goyle were dead to begin with. Five years had past since Hogwarts and Draco Malfoy ran a small business in the east end of London. He had grown up cold and lived cold, and he made sure that everyone around him knew it. In his dark and damp building that he called Malfoy and co. he employed one man to help him write up his books and deploy eviction notices. That man was Ronald Weasley, the once proud and strong red head was now a weak and compliant brown head. He had died it after the war when his entire family had been killed by the dark forces, and when his girlfriend was ripped from him because she took the curse that had been aimed for him.

There was a knock at the door and two gentleman entered carrying a collection tin.

"Good afternoon sir, we are members of the recovery society and we are collecting for the families that were affected by the war against the dark side. How much would you like to donate sir?"

"Nothing" Malfoy replied gruffly not looking up from his work and ignoring the glances he was receiving from his employee.

"You wish to remain anonymous sir?"

"No, I wish to be left alone. I fought in that war, I helped fight the dark forces. I've done my bit, I see no need to help those that I have already helped enough. Good day."

"But sir…"

"GOOD DAY!" and with that he got up and threw open the door and stormed back to his seat. "and don't let the door hit you on the way out!"

The two gentleman left leaving behind a stony silence only broken by the scratching of quill on parchment. This continued all day until darkness fell and closing time arrived.

"Mr Weasley I shall see you tomorrow at 8."

"Sir, tomorrow is Christmas day."

"Your point being?"

"Well sir, its customary on Christmas day for people to have the day off."

"The whole day?"

"Yes sir."

"A whole day to do what? Needless frivolities where people miss work and still expect to be paid."

"Well yes sir."

"Very well then you may have the day off as long as you are here all the earlier the very next day."

"Yes sir. Thank you sir."

"Goodbye Mr Weasley."

"Farewell sir."

Leaving Mr Weasley to close up the shop for Christmas Malfoy strolled down the cobbled streets of the east ends wizarding society towards his mansion that was just outside of London. It was snowing and windy but he continued to battle his way through until he reached the outskirts of his mansion and walked up to his front door. He was about to enter when a strange sight caught his cold eyes. In the place of a door knocker was a face was Goyles face. 'Impossible' he thought to himself as he looked again back into the dirty grey door knocker that was rarely used if ever.

Shaking his head he entered his home.

A/N: that is chapter one chapter two will be up later on tonight because i will not be online tomorrow.