Rated T for swearing in later chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, it would probably suck.
Prologue
Across Three Christmas Eves
London, 1990
To children all over the world, Christmas was a happy time. It was a time of friends and family, of tasty feasts, and it was a time of presents. Yes, Christmas was a happy time for children all over.
But most children were not Ben .
To Ben, Christmas was a nightmare. It was hours spent at Diagon Alley picking up gifts for his Father, long nights spent cooking big, magnificent feasts, it was watching Samantha and Melanie gloat over their many gifts, and family.
Family.
That was the one thing Ben wanted for Christmas. He wanted to go back to the days when Father still loved him, and when Mother was not stuck inside Azkaban. He wanted to go back to the days were Samantha and Melanie called him their hero, and played dress up and tea party with them.
He wanted his family back.
To Abigail Fitzgerald, Christmas was the best time of the year.
It was the time when her mum took her out caroling, it was the time when they went over to Aunt Mary and Uncle Marcus's house to have a feast, it was the time the went all over Diagon Alley to shop, and it was the time when the shop was most busy.
That was before mum got a boyfriend.
Now, it was shopping with Jackson and his sister at department stores in London. It was going to feasts at houses she didn't even know about, and having to go through hours of looking at dresses. They didn't carol anymore; Jackson said it was "a horrid thing to make a child experience". The shop rarely had customers now. Ever since her mum started dating, the shop seemed to go downhill.
Jackson had ripped, spit on, and burned everything Abby loved.
This Christmas, Abby didn't want books or a new telescope.
She just wanted her mum back.
For Fiona Harper, Christmas was the best time of the year.
There were the amazing feasts that Miss Kelly cooked, the hours spent caroling outside, hot chocolate,
and presents! That's what Fiona loved most about Christmas.
She had so many fond memories of Christmas. Last year, Fabian and Caleb Parker got stuck in a tree. The year before that, Patrick Riley and his best friend, Piper Monroe had scalding hot chocolate dumped on their arms. The year before that year, Johanna Harold had all her hair cut off.
Yes, Christmas was the best time of the year.
But there was something missing. Something that should be there.
A home. That's what was missing.
A home.
This was the tenth Christmas Fiona had spent in the orphanage. Ten years she had spent with Fabian, Caleb, Johanna, Piper, and Patrick.
Ten years without a home.
That's all that she wanted this year. She didn't want something really big and fancy this year.
She just wanted a home.
Hello! In case you do not know who I am, I am Funny Cat, and if you couldn't tell, this is a rewrite of "Sharpie Markers".
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