Chapter 1:

Harry Potter woke with a groan and a headache. Looking around he noted that a) he was naked and b) that everything around him was white. So white that it made his eyes hurt, making his headache worse, if that was possible. He quickly shut his eyes.

Slowly he cracked his eyes open just enough to get a look around. No door, no corners, no nothing. Suddenly a tingling feeling enveloped him. A rather bright yellow robe with neon orange snorkaks covered him. Only one person could think of this robe.

"LUNA!" he yelled and then winced as his head pounded even more.

A giggling blonde popped into the 'room' naked as the day she was born. Harry had no time to brace himself as the little blonde launched herself at him, knocking the both of them to the floor. But before either could say a word, Luna was covered in a rather sensible periwinkle robe.

"Hermione!"

Another pop brought that third part of their unusual trio. Hermione Granger was also naked as the day she was born, giving her loves more than an eyeful.

"Harry, can you imagine a robe for me."

Not bothering to ask why she couldn't do so herself, Harry brought to the front of his mind his own robe. The black robe appeared on the brunette who gave a sigh as she tied it closed. She always did love his robe,

The brightness of the white room seemed even brighter now that there was some slight color in it. Three pairs of sunglasses were soon popped onto three faces. It made things easier to look at.

"Any clue as to where we're at?"

Hermione shook her head as she tried to find a wall or something. Luna, however, slid off her lover, onto the floor, where she decided to curl up on Harry side, forcing him to stay flat.

"Luna, love, let me up."

"No, I just got comfy."

"Luna" He said again as a warning. But the little blonde had other ideas. She scrambled up and sat on his chest.

"Nope, not until they take away your headache."

Hermione turned around rather quickly. "They?"

"Yes, They!"

"Who are 'They'?"

Instead of answering Luna looked up and said "If you don't do something now I won't leave out that rice pudding that you love anymore!"

Both Harry and Hermione looked at the other girl like she had really gone off the deep end. Granted she was always close but this was too much. To their surprise a voice answered her.

"Very well but you're taking away all of our fun you know!"

A shimmer was seen towards their left and someone popped into the room.

A rather well known person.

A revered person.

A person wearing a red suit.

A person with a white beard.

A person with a round belly that shook when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

Santa Claus had just arrived.

Hermione's eyes were telling her one thing but her brain was telling her something else. They were at war with each other and it was a stalemate.

Harry, on the other hand, just chalked it up to magic. It was a tried and rather old excuse. But nothing else came to mind. To him Santa was just another thing that Magic had bled out over into the Muggle world. A snap of the jolly old elf's fingers made the headache disappear.

"Better?"

"Much. Thanks."

Before Santa could continue the conversation he was pounced on by a rather hyper Luna.

"Luna! Where are your manners? Let him up at once!"

Luna however had other ideas. She was frantically undressing Santa, searching for who knows what. Harry had to physically pry her off the old elf and hold her against himself.

"Harry! Let me go! I have to get his sack!"

"Sack?"

"Yes the one filled with presents!"

It was the look on Santa's face that stopped the blonde from struggling.

"My dear, I no longer have my magic sack."

Luna broke free from Harry and wrapped the old elf in a hug. Hermione came to stand next to Harry. She could tell that he was just as confused as she was.

Luna looked up at her two lovers with tears running down her cheeks.

"Santa's magic runs off of Fairy Magic which is run off Fae magic."

Harry had no idea what she was talking about but it had to be bad as Hermione let out a gasp, no doubt getting what the little blonde meant. It was Hermione that explained it to him.

"Fae Magic is the oldest form of magic known to exist. The Queen, Lilith, also Tatiana, and several other names throughout history, is said to have given birth to the Fairies, to give the world a feeling of joy. Hence Santa although I take it he's part elf if some of the stories are true."

"That I am, on my mother's side. How else do you think I would be able to get in and out of homes on Christmas Eve?"

"I really didn't think about it. Anyway I take it that something is happening to the Fairies and the Fae?"

"Yes. The 'Dork' Lord as you call him, Harry, has been capturing them left and right. He's giving them to some minion, Augustus Rookwood, to experiment on. The power that this minion is gathering from my kin is going to the "Dork' Lord, giving him more magical power. As of now he has captured all the Fairies that have lived until this time. The Queen can no longer birth any as her own power grows weak with each death of her children."

Harry stared back at Santa in horror. He had wondered why Voldemort seemed stronger the last few times that they had met.

Luna got up off Santa and went to her lovers for comfort. More for them than for herself.

Santa stood and continued to speak. "I have been ordered by Her Majesty to offer you a chance to change things and to save us all."

"How?"

"By using the last of our life-force to send you three back in time to make this from happening."

"But that's impossible!" stated a rather irritated Hermione. "Sending us back will cause problems with our other selves. A paradox will form!"

"No it won't as your younger selves will be absorbed into you. You will be the age that you are in that time but all of you knowledge and power levels will be in you."

Harry felt that Santa wasn't telling them everything. That he could understand. But there was something else.

"How did we end up here? Wherever here is?""

Santa looked directly into Harry's eye. "You were betrayed."

"By Whom?" a deadly quiet Harry asked. One that Hermione and Luna both knew that Harry would be taking care of the betrayer in a rather vicious manner.

"The house elf, Kreacher."

Harry exploded. Several swear words flowed from his mouth as he also muttered several things that he wanted to do to the traitorous little elf. Many were similar to what he had done to Snape, something that both girls felt were necessary.

But Santa wasn't done yet. "The elf told one person where your Sanctuary was located. He destroyed it in his bid for vengeance and revenge."

"WHO?" Harry growled even deeper. Both Hermione Luna was starting to get a little frightened. Harry had never been that animalistic sounding before. This was going to be a game changer.

"Ronald Weasley."

That name set them all off. Ronald Weasley had gone to Voldemort side very early in the war. It was no secret that he wanted Hermione for himself and that Harry shouldn't have anything do to not being a pureblood, even with Voldemort being lesser than Harry in that regard. The traitor felt that all of it should be his due to his blood status.

Santa let them vent for a few minutes before letting out a sharp whistle.

"Yes while the traitor was behind the ambush, he did die in the attempt."

"Not good enough."

"I know but there is very little I can do about it. But now I need to know what you are going to do."

"How far back are we going?"

"No idea. This has never been done before."

"And if it doesn't work?"

"Then you're not going anywhere."

The room then exploded with the colors of the rainbow.