Holiday Spirit

Warnings: Randomness. OOC-ness. Some language. Cheerfulness.

Author's Note: Thanks for the positive feedback, and all those who reviewed, faved, and alerted, everyone! I do realize the chapters are quite short - I was aiming for short drabbles/oneshots of each saturday. However, who know? Maybe as the Saturdays go on, the chapters will get longer ;)

Background Information: Harry isn't pure light anymore. He's more in the "grey" area, and has been since finding out the many secrets his headmaster had been keeping from him. His godfather's death had hit him hard, but while he mourned, he also reasoned that this was war and casualties happened on both side. This is his 6th year at Hogwarts.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is an awesome series belonging to the brilliant J K Rowling

Chapter 2


Saturday, November 17

Lord Voldemort frowned at the second package he had gotten from Harry Potter. Casting his usual diagnostic spells had revealed that there was nothing wrong with it. With a lazy swish of his wand, the packaging unraveled.

His eye twitched.

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Yawning, Harry Potter gracefully stumbled into the Great Hall. Nodding to Ron and Hermione, he sat down next to them and grabbed a bowl of porridge. He was especially tired this morning since quidditch practice had ran late last night. He had no idea why Ron looked so energetic – the redhead had been up just as late as him.

As he sent out his package, he just couldn't help but feel he had forgotten something. Actually, come to think of it, what had he sent Riddle? For the life of him, he couldn't remember.

Blinking sleepily, Harry glanced back at his porridge. Or, where his porridge had once been. Why was there an owl standing in his breakfast and glaring at him?

"Um, Harry?" Hermione called out. "You might want to hurry and get the letter; the owl's been trying to get your attention for a while and it looks mightily annoyed."

The owl's icy glare hardened and Harry gulped. Oops, Riddle's owl was one thing he did not want to annoy. Hastily untying the letter, Harry cringe slightly as the owl flapped its wings menacingly before flying away.

His breakfast looked extremely unappetizing now that an owl had stomped in it.

Sighing, he ripped open the envelope and began to read what Riddle had to say.

Marshmallows. Really. And what do you expect I do with them? Chuck them at my followers who misbehave?

Lord Voldemort

Harry snorted softly. Who knew Riddle had a sense of humor. But why was he asking what to do with them? It should have been self explanatory. Wait! So that's what he had forgotten…

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Sorry Riddle,

I was really tired this morning and forgot. The marshmallows are only part one of your gift! Here's the rest. Enjoy. I always enjoy a cup after a long day. It's relaxing.

Harry

Briefly ignoring the fact that he had been addressed as Riddle, something that no one dared to do, Lord Voldemort sneered at the packet of hot chocolate mix he had been given. Stupid muggle drink.

However, he did just have an exhausting meeting with some of his more incompetent followers, and a pending headache was on its way. It wouldn't hurt to give it a try…

Snapping his fingers, he ordered his house elf to prepare him this hot chocolate beverage. With marshmallows.

Once the drink arrived, he sat down on one of his armchairs in his parlor, and stared thoughtfully into his fireplace. What should he do about the fact he was being addressed as Riddle? Potter was definitely going to suffer the consequences…

Taking a careful sip, the Dark Lord made a face. He couldn't believe that the drink wasn't bad and that he wouldn't be able to justify dumping it into his fireplace.

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Lying on his bed, Harry let out a jubilant grin. Riddle liked the drink! He could feel it through their mind link. He'd make sure to send some more in the future.

For now though, he had to plot on how to win the private war going on between him and Riddle's blasted owl. He already had a few ideas.


11/17/2012

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