You Were There For Me Through Gifts:
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Note: If you don't like it, please don't read it. Comments and constructive criticism are welcome. English isn't my first or my second language so forgive me for grammar mistakes.
Rating: M
Warnings: It's TMR/HP slash.
Summary: Harrison Potter is the third child of the Potter's. And he's neglected by family and mostly everyone throughout his life (Not the usual abusive story). He thrives to be best and sometimes wishes someone to be with him. In his childhood he sets aside gift to someone in the world who feels alone like him and it disappears to that someone by some strange Christmas magic. Seeing it disappear he makes a habit to send it every Christmas. What will he do when he meets that someone..? (It's going to be an alternate universe story.)
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Chapter 02:
Harry was so happy that he almost skipped a step while walking. He never felt this happy. His siblings and father eyed him strangely because he never smiles often and now he's smiling all the time. Did he mention that he was happy? Yep, he was happy.
He never thought that his gift would be received by someone. He was looking at the gift one time and then it sort of disappeared with a glow. He was stunned that it had gone. He thought about some lonely homeless child opening this gift and the child face filling with joy and heart with warmth. And that thought filled his heart with happiness that he was the cause for someone at least one child to feel loved and gifted. He loved magic and he was so excited for next Christmas that he ignored the strange things happening to him and his strange way of knowing things. He didn't notice that he just knew sometimes where to be present avoiding danger or he reached for the book he needed without even trying to find in the library filled with thousands of book. He just knew it but he didn't pay attention to them.
After a month of wondering what to give next Christmas Harry spent most of his time with his tutor and elves. What to give orphans other than clothes?
He argued himself for a month and come to the conclusion of giving something for sleeping. He imagined a child sleeping in a hard floor moving uncomfortably trying to sleep while hugging the stomach trying to escape the coldness and winter. From that day he vowed that if he ever saw any homeless child he will give them something not that he go out much. His heart ached with compassion. He decided on giving a pillow and blanket. This time he had more time so he can sew it himself with little help of Tally.
He then spent three months of sewing it as neatly as possible. He admitted to himself that he did well more than other children but still not good enough. Whenever he had time he will sew this blanket using bluish black thread as sky and yellowish white for stars and moon. He did okay but still he gave it to Tally for correcting it. Tally was not happy with him doing the work but still helped him. He loved Tally a lot. He and Tally worked with some night clothes for the child. And before he knew it December came and he was glad to pack it with the gift wrapper and waited for Christmas. He rarely saw Sirius because Sirius was away in an Auror case most of the time but he still came to his birthday and festive occasions. He loved the time with his godfather even though it's filled with awkward conversations and Sirius trying to be parental and serious.
Today was Christmas and he set aside the gift with his writing,
To you,
From H.
His handwriting was not good which he get scolded every time by his tutors so they advised him to use an auto quill from next week onwards until he improves the chicken scratch. He set it aside at noon below the Christmas tree not wanting his dad or siblings question him. He came at evening to find it still there. Oh Merlin! What to do? He imagined the child face not receiving anything feeling lonely.
He then sat down beside it and wondered what he did wrong. A year's worth of working on it and it's all going to be a waste. He then put his hands on the shrunken gift and wished with all his might to make the gift to reach the child who felt so alone like him. Even though he has dad and siblings they left him out most of the time. He often watched them playing longingly. He opened his eyes to look at the glow around his hand and grinned finding the gift gone.
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Tom was behaving very well according to him. Because he heard the orphanage staffs talking that Santa will bring gifts only to good boys so he mostly stayed out of troubles and didn't steal anyone's things even though his hands were itching for it. He stayed good for throughout the year ever since the last Christmas. He only got revenge for those who bullied him. He didn't go out of the way to scare anyone or use his strange powers.
He had to admit that this was pleasant and he felt almost relieved at the situation. Everyone avoided him and he avoided everyone. It was good because he didn't have to lie since he didn't steal anything. Lie only gives stress and tension. He learned that to never tell lies if he could avoid it. It wasn't worth the time and effort to lie to someone.
Santa gave gifts only to him in the orphanage. Yes, he has his own personal child Santa. He's above them all. He is gifted; he was so happy that he randomly smiled even two months after Christmas. It freaked out most people but he didn't care. He even put more effort in studies not that much effort is needed because he's a genius. Many may call him egoistic and over confident but he knows his brain's worth.
Most of the children and the staffs wondered where he got the new and fine clothes. Many children even eyed the cloth with envy. He smirked at them all making them glower at him. The matron questioned him about the clothes and he answered them that his own child Santa gave it to him. After all why lie when truth is so much better. Mrs. Cole looked at him strangely and tried to take off his clothes but let him go after the clothes made her hands itch. He smiled at her and she never bothered him anymore. But the other children tried to steal his clothes only to find they couldn't open the cupboard. He was so glad that he alone can open it. The clothes kept him warm in the winter and by some miracle it kept him cool in the summer. He loved it; he never had anything in his life like that. Everything was good.
And then there was the incident when Billy tore his clothes when he put them on laundry. He just knows from the look Billy gave him. He ran towards the cloth and found that his beautiful warm white shirt was in two pieces. He silently took it and went to his room. He laid down boiling with rage. It was all he had. These clothes are only things he had. He will get revenge. He will make him suffer like he did when he saw that shirt. He will take something precious from Billy and will make him regret.
He went to Billy's room and saw the rabbit around. He decided that he will hang the rabbit and he was going to hang it but something stopped him. What will his child Santa think about him? What is the rabbit's fault? What if he killed it and this Christmas he didn't get anything? He could have done it or told one of his snakes to do it and he knows he is not a good kid by any means but still he left it. He will get the revenge tomorrow by some other way.
He went to the room and found that his white shirt was indeed there but it was looking like a new shirt without any of the damage Billy done. It must be the reaction for his good deed by leaving the rabbit alone. He hugged the shirt to him and slept. He then found three days later that by some mysterious force Billy put his hands in boiling water and burnt his hands himself. He knows he didn't do it and looked down to see he was wearing the white shirt. Wicked, it's as if the shirt got revenge itself. The clothes even lengthen an inch when he grew adjusting itself to his height.
Today is Christmas and he was so excited and happy for the first time in his life even though the matron left him in his room as usual. The matron didn't give him any gifts saying he can get it from his child Santa like last year while others laughed at him. They all thought he stole it from someone and he's lying about getting gifts. He didn't mind. The gift appeared last Christmas at noon. He got a grin on his face which didn't flatter throughout the morning. And the noon passed with no gift.
His grin flattered and familiar depression and loneliness took its place. What if it was charity thing like once a year for one child? What if he wasn't good enough? What if he wasn't worth it anymore? What if his child Santa gave up on him? The evening passed and he gave up all the hope of ever getting a gift this year. Maybe he should be grateful for the previous gift itself and be happy with it. Hope is a dangerous thing after all.
Night came and he skipped the dinner not wanting to look at other children and hearing about their gifts. They will taunt him and will call him thief and liar. Rage, anger, loneliness and helplessness started filling his mind and he almost missed the bluish green glow appear on his bed. He felt such joy that it didn't even matter if the gift was nothing useful. What mattered was he got the gift. Oh God he got gift this year too. He is special and he is wanted.
He moved toward it excitedly and found it was wrapped in red and green gift paper like last year too. Before he touches it the gift grew in size. He was so shocked for a while. What will be in this? There was the same chicken scratch on it with same writings.
To you,
From H.
He hastily opened it and let out a gasp with squeal that he will forever deny he let out such an embarrassing sound.
He took out the first one out which turned out to be a fluffy pillow. It was so soft! He could just lay down on it. He never had a pillow. He just has a hard bed which is so uncomfortable to sleep in. He put it on his bed very carefully and looked into the gift paper to find a blanket. It was blue blanket with stars and moon. It's like enveloping himself with sky. It was so beautiful. He felt such gratefulness for it that he almost felt like he couldn't stand. He sat examining the blanket and he had to admit that even though the clothes kept him warm it was not enough during night times in the winter.
And he was scared for the first time that what will happen if one of them came in his room and tore the blanket and the pillow. He was forever grateful for the cupboard keeping his clothes safe. He squeezed his eyes praying whatever entity to keep it safe that he didn't notice his magic gotten out of him in waves to the door of his room. He will later find out that no one who means him harm can ever enter his room.
He opened his eyes examining it with adoration and put it aside with at most care. He then turned and was going to put the gift wrapper aside in cupboard as a reminder; his eyes grew wide finding something more in it. He found a box in it so he pulled it out and set the box aside only to find it growing in size. He opened it to find four sets of night dress for him.
Tom Riddle was so close to weeping. Who is this person who sends such wonderful gifts to him when he most needs them? Who is this person who cares for him when his parents or relatives or orphanage staffs or children so much did anything to him? There had never been any kind act or anything given to him. After all he is the freak, why would anyone bother and put effort in him. According to them he isn't worth it. But God! Just who is this person?
He lay down on the pillow and almost groaned at the softness and relief it gave his head. He put the blanket over him and found warmth spreading his body and sighed inhaling the faint smell of apples and something he didn't know. He closed his eyes and slept with the last though,
Is this person really Santa or is there someone there for him?
(A/N: There won't be a time skip because I want to write the depth of how much each gift meant for Tom. Review and let me know how you feel about the story. And sorry if there's any grammar or spelling mistakes.)
