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A/N: I wrote this as a way to get back into writing for this profile. I'm not done with my other stories right now, but I have hit a bit of a rough patch with them. Hopefully, doing something Christmassy will help me get over it. This story is a response to a challenge called Harry Claus By whitetigerwolf. I hope you like it.

Chapter 1

They were both only two years old. Twin siblings, orphaned over a year before and left out in the cold on a night where they should have been with family, those who cared about them. Except, their family didn't care for them and neither were of the age to be able to understand why they were out in the freezing cold while their family were inside. Their cousin was watching TV, eating Christmas chocolates while their aunt and uncle were drinking warm mulled wine. The young girl curled into her brother, her deep red hair standing out against the white snow like holly berries. Her brother's hair blended with the night around them and he clutched at his sister trying to keep her warm and himself. He noted he was warmer if she was close to him. And he wanted her to stay safe. He always wanted her to be safe. She was nice to him when no one else was. Both children shared green eyes the colour of emeralds which were both slowly closing as they grew more tired.

A few hours later, when everyone in the area had long since gone to sleep, a peculiar sight appeared- a sight which would make children all over the world laugh and jump with joy, a sight that most adults believed was nothing more than a story. A great red sleigh was being pulled through the skies by a group of nine reindeer, the first of which had a glowing red nose. Sat in the sleigh, in-front of a bulging sack of presents and holding the reigns was a very large man in a thick red suit with white fur trim. His hair and beard were shockingly white and his face was round and joyful as he let out booming laughs.

The happiness turned to surprise however when his reindeer landed on the ground behind one of the houses, instead of on the roof. All nine of the majestic creatures looked towards where two young children were huddled together in the snow against the wall of the house. Worry swept through him, and he left the sled at a speed most people would think beyond a man of his size. Just as he reached them, the two woke up.

"What are you two little ones doing out here tonight? Why are you not inside?"

"Not allowed." The girl murmured, eyes wide with wonder. She obviously recognised him from all the images around the area that she would have seen. The boy looked at him in the same way. He understood then what was going on and felt anger at the couple who did this to two innocent children.

"What are your names?"

"Hawy. This is Sigyn." He almost had her name right, except he pronounced each of the letters by sound, making her name sound like Sig-in.

"Harry and Sigyn, is it? Well my name is Nick, how would you like to leave here and come live in the North Pole? My wife and I will treat you like you're our own children."

Both of their eyes widened even further and they nodded vigorously. He smiled. "Come on then. Let's get you to the sleigh. I still have a lot of rounds to do and you two look like you could do with a nice warm blanket and cup of cocoa."

He helped them up onto the sleigh and poured them both a cup of cocoa and handed each of them a mince pie before he covered them in a thick blanket. His wife Annalina would absolutely dote on the two. He didn't know why they were in this house. He had a good idea who they were, and he knew they should very well be in the wizarding world. They both had quite the destiny but maybe also more of one than members of the mortal world thought. Both of them held great potential to be great magic users. He could sense that. But growing up in an obviously abusive environment was an easy way of turning that power to the Dark. He would stop that in its tracks right now. The two children would grow up loved and cared for and, hopefully, a great force for good, happiness and hope.

Nick had been right. By the time he had returned home, the children were fast asleep but Annalina was awake and waiting for him and fell in love with them instantly. They had both always loved children but had been unable to have any of their own. This gave them the chance to raise children of their own and meant Nick wouldn't have to go searching for another heir to train to take on the job when his time came to retire. Harry's magic was strong enough so all that remained was finding out if he had the right temperament to become Santa Claus. Sigyn, powerful herself, shared a destiny with her brother, up to a point. After the issues in the wizarding world were dealt with, both husband and wife were sure the twins were meant to walk different paths, but would still remain close. Both would be bringers of hope in their own way and undoubtedly both would help continue to keep Christmas alive in the world around them. So, they raised them, giving them everything a child needs for a happy and healthy childhood, while growing up in the North Pole, and surrounded by Christmas magic added a new sense of wonder and magic to their childhoods.

Albus Dumbledore did not know what to do. The Potter twins had not been found in the just over nine years that they had been missing. And now, as the autumn of what should have been their first year drew to a close he was forced to begin thinking of what he should do now the children of the prophecy seemed well and truly lost. He thought of the Longbottom boy and believed he may just work as a suitable replacement and breathed a sigh of regret. He wished it didn't need to be done, but this was a burden that would have to lie on the shoulders of a child. It would have been better if two could have shared it between them, but not by much. Just then, his deputy burst into his office.

"What is it Minerva?" He asked.

Minerva McGonagall brandished the letter in her hand and he caught a whiff of candy coming from it. "This letter! It says the Potter Twins are coming to Hogwarts!"

"What? When?!"

"In three days! It says they will be at the gates before breakfast!"

"Then we must prepare for their return! Inform the rest of the staff! This is wonderful news!" He felt relief wash through him over the fact that, if a child had to carry the burden, it would be shared with a sibling. He also had to get in contact with the Dursley's. Now the two had returned to the wizarding world, they would need the protection of the nearly non-existent blood wards of their Aunts house come the summer. Still, a few weeks there would recharge the wards to maximum.

Harry smiled as he watched his sister spin in the snow that was coming down from the ceiling, her hair flowing down her back in waves, a smile on her face, which was upward turned, eyes closed as she let the snow hit her face, spinning slowly in circles, arms outstretched.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asked.

Her eyes opened and she nodded, grinning at him. "Yes. Christmas isn't far away and I can feel it. Mamma and I baked some cookies today. Would you like some?"

Harry walked down the stairs from the balcony to the ball room where Sigyn was. There was a basket on a table off to the side with a pile of Christmas themed cookies inside.

He grinned. "You know I can't say no to those. Are you packed?"

She deflated. "I don't want to go Harry."

"I know. Neither do I. I want to stay here and help prepare for Christmas. I want to help the elves pack presents I want to work in the weather factory and help send the spells to the Christmas decorations world-wide. But we have to be in Hogwarts. We will however be home for Christmas itself. Our first time isn't for long either and then we'll be home for a few weeks. And besides, think how much fun we'll have, making sure everyone at Hogwarts gets a taste of our Christmas'."

Sigyn smiled and took her brother's hand. She grabbed the basket and Harry took a cookie and they ran for their rooms to get packed. As they ran through workshops, taking the quickest route they could, people stopped and smiled. Over the years they had been there, the Christmas Prince and the Winter Princess which were always the monikers of the eldest son and daughter of Santa, had become much loved. There were many there who were willing to do all they could to see them live a long and healthy life.

A/N: Please review! What did you think? Merry Christmas!