Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (Duh…) nor do I own the song 'My grown up Christmas List' the version I listen to belongs to Amy Grant.

Summary: The trio think about Christmas' past

A/N: No one says any thing in this story ' 'thinking Flashback Song lyrics

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Three 16 year olds sit in the Gryffindor common room on Christmas Eve. They are the only ones that decided to stay over the holidays. One, a bushy-haired girl breaks the silence by humming a song that she learned as a girl.

A bushy-haired five year-old little girl sits on Santa's lap at a local mall and whispers in his ear what she wants for Christmas. Later she sits with her dad to write a list of what she would want to find under the tree.

Do you remember me

I sat upon your knee

I wrote to you with childhood fantasies

Well I'm all grown up now

And still need help somehow

I'm not a child but my heart still can dream

'I can still remember what I wrote. Things have really changed since then.'

So here's my lifelong wish

My grown up Christmas list

Not for myself but for a world in need

No more lives torn apart

That wars would never start

And time would heal all hearts

And everyone would have a friend

And right would always win

And love would never end,

This is my grown up Christmas list

Another in the room, a tall red-headed boy, thinks back to a simpler time when people weren't afraid to go out at night.

Seven red-heads race down the stairs to peek under the tree on Christmas morning. The six boys and one girl hastily unwrap their few Christmas gifts. Their parents look on saddened for they could not get their children more. The youngest boy comes up and hugs them each and says " Thank you mum and dad these are all great."

As children we believe

The grandest sight to see

Was something lovely wrapped beneath the tree

But Heaven only knows

That packages and bows

Can never heal a heartached human soul

'Wow how the war has changed things. Now I'm just glad all of my family are safe at home.'

No more lives torn apart

That wars would never start

And time would heal all hearts

And everyone would have a friend

And right would always win

And love would never end,

This is my grown up Christmas list

The last in the room, a bespecked raven-haired boy, frowns as he thinks back to another Christmas.

A young boy sits in a dark cupboard under the stairs. Outside of the locked door he can hear the delighted squeals of his cousin as he receives his many gifts. The boy starts to silently cry. "Happy Christmas Mum and Dad."

What is this illusion called the innocence of youth

Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth

'Happy Christmas Mum and Dad.'

No more lives torn apart

That wars would never start

And time would heal all hearts

And everyone would have a friend

And right would always win

And love would never end,

This is my grown up Christmas list

This is my only lifelong wish

This is my grown up Christmas list