Soft music played throughout the living room; that, combined with the flashing lights on the Christmas tree and the warm, crackling fire, made for quite the peaceful night. The furniture in the living room had been rearranged for that night only- the couch now faced the fireplace, the chairs turned to give a full view of the tree.
On the couch was a young girl, a look of inexpressible joy on her face. She had been waiting up almost the entire night for Santa to come; finally, though, she had succumbed to sleep. Now, she lay stretched out on the couch, her hands folded under her head in a makeshift pillow. She still faced the chimney, in waiting for him to come.
Not even her daddy believed that Santa would come, though. "I don't think he's coming this year, Luna," he said dejectedly. "He didn't last year..."
No matter what, though, she wouldn't stop believing. Luna wasn't the type to stop believing in something, simply because no one else did. No one at Hogwarts believed in Nargles or Crumple-Horned Snorkacks besides Luna, but she still kept to her faith in them, though.
That's what led her to stay on the couch all night; she hadn't moved at all, not even to roll over- especially not to roll over. She wanted to catch Santa coming down the chimney, for the first time. She wanted this, almost as much as she wanted to finally catch even a glimpse of a Crumple-Horned Snorkack. Her last thought, before she drifted away, was of the only young man she'd ever come to fall in love with. She wasn't even sure if Harry knew about her love for him, but she believed that one day, she would finally get up the nerve to tell him.
Suddenly, her eyes flew open; she had heard something, a noise, that seemed to come from the direction of the fireplace. She gazed intently; finally, a bit of ash fell down into the fireplace, and she knew for certain then- Santa had come, finally. She closed her eyes again, intending to stay awake, but she soon fell right back to sleep. After a minute, a good bit of ash came flying out, as a large object fell down and landed on the burnt firewood.
A tall, skinny form came out, and shook the dust and ash out of his hair and eyes. He surveyed the room, finally letting his eyes rest on the tree that was so brightly lit.
"Why on earth did I decide to come down the chimney?" Harry asked himself as he made his way over to the tree. "It would have been so much easier just to come through the front door... I bet they don't even have Muggle security alarms here."
Harry carefully placed the package under the tree; he noticed that it was the only one under there, that year. "They must be going through quite a hard time," he thought to himself. An idea came to him, and he smiled as he thought of it. Pulling out his money pouch, he realized that it would be plenty. He pulled a scrap piece of paper out of his pocket, wrote "to the Lovegood family," and placed the sack and paper under the tree.
He was about to make his way to the door, when he glanced over at Luna. He could feel his cheeks flush, as he stepped over to her sleeping form. He kissed her on the forehead, then turned around and made his way out of their house- smiling the whole way.