Christmas Memories
Summary: Cute, short little fluff about Harry remembering his Hogwarts Christmases. Might end up in a remembrance of the people who died… I know, not very cheerful, but I'm new at this. Please read!
AN: The italicized is the past. I recommend turning on Christmas music just to be more… festive, I guess. I probably would have put this up earlier, but the stupid laptop deleted the Word Document, so I had to retype it. Every day, after I got home from school, I sat down at my desk with Christmas music on. I hope you like it, it's not my best work, but I just wanted to do something…Christmassy.
Chapter 1: Philosopher's Stone through Chamber of Secrets
Harry looked down at his children with a smile on his face, one arm around Ginny's shoulders. James, Albus, and Lily were opening Christmas presents by the fire. James and Albus were back at home for Christmas holidays, and Harry couldn't be happier. He thought back to his childhood Christmas….
Christmas was almost there. It had snowed several feet. The Weasley twins threw snowballs at Quirrel's turban. Hagrid carried several Christmas trees into the Great Hall. Harry played wizard chess with Ron in the common room by the fire, while it snowed more outside. He opened presents of silvery cloaks, candy, and sweaters, with Ron by his side. Gred and Forge joined them later.
Harry sighed contentedly. His first Christmas at Hogwarts had been like a dream. His second year had been a bit more eventful….
Hermione stayed that year, too. Ron had gotten Harry Flying with the Cannons to try and get him to choose the Cannons as his Quidditch team. Another sweater arrived, along with a plum cake. And, well, the Dursleys sent him a toothpick, but he tried not of think about them. And, of course, the whole Polyjuice Potion incident was funny.
Harry chuckled softly, remembering Hermione with whiskers and a tail.
"Oh, Harry, could you get the mail? I've got to make sure James doesn't break anything on his new Light 2000," Ginny asked Harry. The Light 2000 was the newest broom out.
"Sure," Harry replied.
When he reached for the mail on the floor across the house, he noticed a muggle Christmas card. Wondering who this could possibly be from, Harry turned it over, and was surprised to see Dudley and his family. Underneath the photo, a message was typed:
Merry Christmas Harry!
I hope you get this. We haven't been in contact much, but I hope we can make up. Again, I never really hated you.
Harry smiled at his cousin's thoughtfulness. He should have sent Dudley a present, but he was sure that Dudley would understand. Deciding to reply tomorrow, as to let his new owl, Ignotus, have a day off, Harry went back to the sitting room, thinking of his third year Christmas….