Calvin And Hobbes Go To Hogwarts Chapter 8: Christmastime, a Calvin & Hobbes + Harry Potter Crossover fanfic

November passed quickly and before Calvin knew it, it was December. Professor McGonagall had required that everyone who was planning to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas was to give her their names. Calvin chose to stay as he felt too at home at Hogwarts to even fathom going home.

The castle was beginning to take on an aura of festivity. The great hall was decorated with a massive christmas tree and there were many more decorations scattered about the castle.

"I'll tell you," said Calvin as he, Hobbes, and Ginny walked the corridors, admiring all the streamers and ornaments among other things that had been placed throughout the halls. "This place is more festive than christmas at home has ever been!"

"That's probably because of your dad," said Hobbes with a grin, observing the students walking by. "He never was super into the holiday season."

"What gave you guys that impression?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Probably because of this time back when I was six years old," said Calvin. "He told me we weren't going to get a Christmas tree until our neighbors began to throw theirs away. He said we would walk down the street and pick out the best tree from one of our neighbor's driveways!"

Ginny shuddered.

"Did you?" She asked nervously.

"Absolutely not," said Calvin with a chuckle. "My mom overheard him telling me that and set him straight!"

"She had to do that a lot," said Hobbes with a smirk. "Calvin's dad has a weird sense of humor."

"That sounds like something Fred and George would've told me when I was little," Ginny said with a nervous laugh.

Ginny had taken the attack of Colin Creevey hard, harder than the incident with Mrs. Norris. She had come around after a few weeks of being quiet and somber and passed it off as being scared by the attacks. Calvin believed her story but Hobbes was slightly suspicious, though he didn't say anything to her about it.

"The first dueling club meeting is tonight," Ginny remarked as they walked past a poster advertising it. "Did you sign up for that?"

"No," Calvin responded, glancing at the poster quickly.

"Really?" Ginny asked, giving Calvin a confused look. "I thought that would be right up your alley."

Calvin snorted.

"Join a club run by Lockhart and Snape?" He asked with a snicker. "I'd rather swan dive off the top of Gryffindor tower."

Ginny giggled.

"That sounds like something you'd say," she remarked, smirking.

"Is that what I think it is?" Hobbes asked as the three walked into the courtyard, pointing at something small and white that was drifting gracefully to the ground.

"Snow," Calvin whispered. "SNOW!"

He jumped up into the air and pumped his fists.

"IT'S SNOWINGGGGGGG!" He shrieked, bouncing around like a deranged rabbit, causing a group of hufflepuff girls near them to turn and look at him in shock. "WE CAN BUILD SNOWMEN!"

"And have snowball fights!" Added Hobbes with a grin.

"AND SLED!" Calvin continued.

"You brought a sled to Hogwarts?" Asked Ginny, a surprised look on her face.

Calvin stopped celebrating as reality dawned on him, and he groaned.

"Darn it!" He exclaimed. "Where am I going to find a sled here?"

"We can help with that!" Said two voices synchronously from behind him.

Calvin jumped and spun around like a top, where he saw the smirking faces of Fred and George.

"Oh it's just you guys," said Calvin, clutching his chest and sighing with relief.

"Indeed it is!" Remarked Fred.

"Gred and Forge!" Said George with a smirk.

"Now we heard about your sled problem,"

"And we think we know where to find one!"

Calvin tilted his head in confusion.

"They have sleds here?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Sort of," said Fred.

"Come with us," added George.

The twins each grabbed one of Calvin's arms and began to lead him back into the castle.

"Woah!" Calvin exclaimed, stumbling along between the two twins "Where are you taking me?"

"You'll see," the twins chorused.

Calvin looked back at Hobbes and Ginny with a pleading look, but they just laughed and waved at him.

The twins dragged Calvin all the way up to the seventh floor, before letting him go.

"Here we are!" Exclaimed Fred.

"This is the place!" Added George.

"Finally," wheezed Calvin, huffing and puffing. "Man that was a lot of stairs."

He glanced around and examined his surroundings.

"Uh guys," he said, confused and glancing around at the unassuming hall in which he stood. "This is an empty corridor."

"That's what it may seem!" Said Fred.

"But if you think hard, you'll find that it's much more!" George added.

Calvin put his brain to work, trying to find something about the hallway that indicated that it was, in fact, something "more."

"Still just seems like an empty corridor to me," remarked Calvin, dropping out of his concentration.

"Here's a hint, walk through the corridor a couple times," Fred said.

"And think very clearly about what you need," added George.

Calvin raised an eyebrow at them, but shrugged and started down the corridor, picturing a wooden toboggan clearly in his head. After pacing the hall a few times, nothing had happened and Calvin was sure he had been pranked. That was until he heard the sound of shifting stone to his right. He turned to the direction of the sound and saw that a large wooden door had appeared in the wall. He hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, grasping the handle and pushing. The door creaked open and Calvin was appalled by what he saw inside.

Fred and George exchanged a grin as they saw Calvin's eyes light up.

Inside the room, there were racks and racks of different types of sleds. Toboggans and runner sleds of all different sizes, and Calvin even noticed a bobsled towards the back of the room.

"This place just gets cooler and cooler," said Calvin, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face.

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"Snowballs?"

"Check,"

"Wands?"

"Check,"

"Complete disregard for personal safety?

"Che-wait what?"

"In that case, I'd say we're all set!" Calvin exclaimed, rubbing his gloved hands together, a devious grin etched across his face.

"What did you say about personal sa-"

"Lady and tiger, prepare to mount the sled!"

"Aye aye captain!" Exclaimed Ginny with a salute.

Hobbes gave up on trying to get Calvin to answer his question and just grumbled something under his breath.

"MOUNT!" Calvin bellowed.

Calvin, Ginny, and Hobbes sat down on the wooden toboggan that rested in the snow. The toboggan was larger than normal and could fit three people with some extra space to spare. Calvin sat in the front, Ginny in the middle, and Hobbes in the back. The extra space was used to store a large pile of snowballs. They had also applied a permanent sliding charm to prevent the sled from losing speed due to lack of snow or hills.

"Here we sit, overlooking the Hogwarts yard!" Said Calvin dramatically, glancing down the hill they were on. It was a fairly steep hill that led into the open grassy area beside the lake where Calvin had practiced expelliarmus on Hobbes.

Ginny snickered and Hobbes gulped.

"Look at the peaceful students below!" Calvin exclaimed, gesturing to the many kids who were in the open area enjoying the snow. Some were building snowmen, some were playfully throwing snowballs at each other, and some were simply walking through the yard peacefully. "Little do they know what awaits them."

He grasped the reins of the sled.

"Snowballs at the ready!" He shouted.

Hobbes and Ginny each took a snowball from the pile and Ginny also handed one to Calvin.

"GO!" Calvin bellowed, pointing his wand forward and shooting green sparks out of it.

Hobbes took his paw and shoved away from the ground to get the sled moving, and then momentum began to take over as they picked up speed down the hill.

"WAHOOOOOOO!" Calvin screamed as the sled soared down the hill towards the yard full of people.

The people in said yard had noticed the shriek that had escaped Calvin's lips and began to glance up at the speeding sled.

"Ready…" Calvin muttered as they got closer to the yard filled with confused people.

Ginny and Hobbes became tense.

"FIRE!" Calvin yelled as they finally reached the yard.

The confused looks on the faces of the kids at the yard quickly turned to fear as Calvin, Hobbes, and Ginny began unleashing volleys of snowballs in every direction as fast as they could.

Snowballs pelted the students as they screamed and struggled to run away from the speeding toboggan ridden by three psychos.

Calvin laughed with glee as the students scattered and the yard completely cleared out.

"Uh Calvin, we're getting awfully close to the lake," said Hobbes nervously, pointing straight ahead as the sled continued to barrel through the yard.

Calvin snapped his head forward and saw that they were speeding towards the black lake with no sign of stopping.

"Fiddlesticks," he mumbled. "Maybe that slipping charm wasn't such a good idea."

"So are we going to do something or are we going to accept our fate?" Ginny asked sarcastically.

Calvin rolled his eyes.

"Hold on!" He exclaimed, and he pulled the reins of the sled hard to the left.

The toboggan jerked to the left and was now on course to enter the great hall courtyard.

"That's not much better than the lake, Calvin!" Hobbes shouted nervously as they got closer to the courtyard.

"Do you want to try and steer this thing?" Calvin yelled angrily as he wrestled with the reins, attempting to change course to no avail. "I think we're in for a rough ride, folks!"

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Hermione Granger paced around the snow covered courtyard nervously. The polyjuice potion she, Ron, and Harry had been brewing for almost a month would be ready in a week on Christmas day. She nervously played all the scenarios in which their attempt at getting into the Slytherin common room could go wrong. She knew full well that she could easily be expelled for this, but she felt that it was worth the risk to see if Harry's theory about Draco Malfoy being the heir of Slytherin was correct.

She was interrupted from her thoughts when she heard a loud scraping sound coming from behind her that sounded remarkably like someone scratching a rock on a plank of wood. She slowly turned around to see a sled with two first years and a tiger on it barreling towards her.

"INCOMING!" the boy in the front of the sled shouted.

Hermione was barely able to distinguish the boy's facial features and deduce that it was Calvin at the front of the sled before she had to dive out of the way to avoid getting mowed down. She guessed that the tiger was Hobbes and she also noticed that the other first year was a red haired girl that looked a lot like Ginny Weasley.

As she looked up from where she had fallen on the ground, she saw the sled with Calvin, Ginny, and Hobbes on it smash through the large double doors and into the great hall. She winced as she heard the destruction of objects and surprised shouts of other students.

That kid is going to get himself killed someday, she thought to herself as she rolled her eyes and made her way out of the courtyard.

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Calvin awoke in an unfamiliar bed feeling miserable. All his joints were sore and he felt disoriented and dizzy. He slowly opened his eyes and was met with the sight of an angry looking tiger.

"AUGHHHHHHH!" He screamed as he shot backwards, his face contorted into a look of pure terror.

The tiger's face melted quickly from anger to a grin as he began to laugh.

"Hey Ginny!" The tiger exclaimed, glancing to his left with a smirk. "He's awake!"

"Don't do that, Hobbes!" Calvin said angrily, wincing at the soreness of his body. "Where the heck are we anyway?"

"The hospital wing," said a familiar voice to Calvin's right. "Remind me to never go sledding with you again."

Calvin looked over to where the voice was coming from and saw a familiar red haired girl in the bed next to his.

"Oh hey Ginny," he said, slowly sitting up. "What happened?"

"I didn't see it for myself because I was knocked out like you," Ginny began. "But Hobbes said that we wrecked the great hall."

"Yeah we caused quite a trail of destruction through the place," Hobbes remarked, glancing out one of the big windows that lined the walls of the hospital wing. "Almost killed Professor Flitwick too."

Calvin snickered and laid back down on his bed.

"What was that scream?" Exclaimed an uptight looking old woman who was hurrying to Calvin and Ginny's beds. The woman was wearing red robes and a white apron. "Is someone hurt?"

"Crud," muttered Hobbes as the old woman noticed his presence.

"Out!" The woman yelled, glaring at Hobbes. "I won't tell you again!"

"But Madam Pomfrey!" Hobbes pleaded. "Calvin's my best friend!"

"I don't care if you two are somehow brothers!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed. "The boy needs to recover in peace!"

"It's ok actually-" Calvin began but was cut off by Madam Pomfrey giving him a stony glare.

Hobbes gave Madam Pomfrey a nasty look, said goodbye to Calvin and Ginny, and stomped out of the hospital wing.

"Who barfed in her cereal?" Calvin asked Ginny once Madam Pomfrey was out of earshot.

Ginny laughed.

"Yeah she doesn't have a very comforting bedside manner, does she?" She remarked, grinning at Calvin.

Calvin snorted.

"That's an understatement," he exclaimed. "She makes it seem like we're in prison!"

Ginny just gave him a lopsided grin.

Madam Pomfrey forced Calvin and Ginny to stay in the hospital wing overnight to "recover" fully despite Calvin's insistence that he was fine. Madam Pomfrey however, wouldn't budge and Calvin finally caved and fell into a restless sleep.

He awoke the next morning feeling much better, which surprised him, and he and Ginny left the hospital wing to go to the great hall for breakfast. They noticed that the castle felt more tense than usual, and people were constantly whispering amongst themselves.

"Geez," Calvin said after passing a particularly nervous looking group of Ravenclaws. "You'd think someone just got found dead in the halls."
"I just hope it's not another petrification," mumbled Ginny timidly, glancing down at her feet.

As they arrived at the great hall, the uncomfortable aura that lined the corridors of the castle reached critical mass. Almost like a powder keg that would blow if you made any interruption to anyone's thoughts. They spotted a frustrated looking Harry and a nervous looking Ron and Hermione, and they made their way towards them.

"What's the deal with everyone today?" Calvin asked as he sat down in an empty seat next to Harry. He noticed that there was quite a bit of space between Harry and everyone else at the Gryffindor table, almost as if everyone was trying to stay as far away from him as possible.

"The entire school seems to think that I'm behind these attacks on students," Harry grumbled, poking at his food.

Calvin gave him a bewildered look, and Ginny went white in the face.

"What?" Calvin exclaimed. "Why?"

"You must admit though, Harry," Hermione said nervously. "The evidence seems rather damning. You can't blame them for feeling the way they do."

"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed angrily, slamming his fork down onto his plate and glaring at her. "I'm not some kind of monster!"

"We know, mate," said Ron uneasily. "She's just trying to explain why everyone seems so… Cautious around you."

Harry looked down at his food and glared at it.

"None of you have answered my question," said Calvin matter of factly. "And the way you're talking has made me even more curious."

"Where have you been where you haven't heard about what happened?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "Practically the whole school knows!"

"Ginny and I were in the hospital wing!" Calvin exclaimed rather proudly.

"Ah yes," Hermione grumbled, rolling her eyes. "The little incident where you nearly destroyed the great hall with a sled."

"You did what?" Ron asked, giving Calvin a dumbfounded look.

"Never mind that," said Calvin, waving his hand as if to wave away the question. "What happened?"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged a hesitant look.

"Before we tell you," began Hermione. "You have to promise us you won't view Harry differently because of it."

"Yeah yeah," Calvin exclaimed, "C'mon, tell me!"

Hermione took a deep breath.

"People think Harry is behind the attacks because he spoke parseltongue at the dueling club meeting last night." She said worriedly.

"Parsel-what now?" Calvin asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"Parseltongue," Hermione corrected. "It means-."

"It means I can talk to snakes," Harry interrupted, still looking at his food as if he wanted to strangle it.

"Cool!" Calvin exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face.

"It's not as cool as it sounds mate," said Ron, fidgeting with his fork. "It's a trait that's most common in dark wizards."

"It was well known that you know who possessed this ability," Hermione added.

"Oh so Harry shares one trait with ol' Voldy and now he's somehow guilty by association?" Calvin asked, stroking an imaginary beard.

Ron winced at the implication of the name 'Voldemort.'

"It's not just like another language, Calvin." Hermione said frustratedly. "It's inherently a dark trait. No one who has had the ability to speak it has ever been good!"

"Just because it's the norm doesn't mean it's a fact," Said Calvin as he took a bite of a hash brown.

"Thank you," Harry grumbled under his breath.

"There was another thing though," said Ron. "During the dueling club there was… Well it's a long story but a few events led up to a snake looking like it was about to attack a hufflepuff named Justin Finch-Fletchley."

Calvin turned to him, intrigued, now wishing that he had signed up for the dueling club.

"That's when I spoke parseltongue," said Harry. "I called the snake off. I thought I was speaking in english but I guess not everyone heard it that way."

"Despite the fact that he was telling the snake to not attack Justin," Hermione began. "It looked a lot like Harry was encouraging it."

"And now everyone thinks I'm the heir of Slytherin," Harry said bitterly.

"Well that doesn't make much sense," said Calvin with a chuckle as he took another bite out of his hash brown. "You're a Gryffindor!"

Harry gave him a disgruntled look and Ron and Hermione exchanged concerned glances.

Calvin noticed this and eyed the three of them suspiciously.

"There's more to this story that you guys aren't telling me, isn't there?" He asked, glancing at each of them.

Harry rubbed his eyes with exasperation.

"When I was sorted last year," he began. "The sorting hat wanted to put me in a different house, but I insisted that he put me here instead."

Calvin gulped as what Harry was implying set in.

"So you were almost sorted into-."

"Slytherin, yeah."

Calvin winced.

"How many people know about this?" Calvin asked nervously.

"Just us," said Ron. "And now you and Ginny."

He gave Ginny a concerned look. She just kept staring at her food with a guilty expression on her face.

"Yeah that's not a good look man," said Calvin uneasily.

"Just please don't tell anyone," said Harry pleadingly.

Calvin pushed his feelings of suspicion aside and nodded at Harry.

"Your secret is safe with me," he said with a small smile.

Harry grinned at him.

"Thanks."

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A constant nervous aura remained throughout the school as the day progressed. Flitwick was especially on his toes, though Calvin couldn't figure out if that was due to Harry's parseltongue incident or the fact that according to Hobbes, they had almost killed him with a sled. McGonagall was extra strict and Professor Sprout actually cancelled her classes for the day due to the stress of trying to brew a cure for the petrified students. Lockhart was attempting to stay calm and charming but he was beginning to have trouble hiding his fear. The only teacher who seemed unfazed by the situation was Snape, as he remained his usual nasty self.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for inability to not be disruptive," said Snape with a sneer, standing over Calvin condescendingly as he picked up the lionfish spines he had spilled all over the floor of the potions classroom.

"Tyrant," Calvin grumbled under his breath as he crawled around on his hands and knees, putting the spines he found into a cauldron that sat next to him, shooting glares at the students around him that stared.

Ginny remained nervous and guilty throughout the day, making her a rather lousy conversationalist, and causing Calvin to become bored out of his skull during his classes. When the day finally ended, he found himself rejoicing as he was finally free from the uncomfortable feelings that plagued the Hogwarts classrooms. He was disappointed however, to find that the feelings continued throughout the school. No one seemed to be enjoying themselves, and everyone was whispering to each other. Therefore, as Calvin arrived back in the common room after dinner with the still sullen Ginny, he was in a pretty crummy mood.

"Man!" Calvin exclaimed frustratedly as he and Ginny walked through the portrait hole. "What is up with everyone!"

Ginny shrugged.

"I think I'm going to turn in early," she mumbled. "Goodnight."

"Night,"

And with that, Ginny hurried up to the girls dormitory.

Calvin walked further into the common room, grumbling to himself when he heard a tiny creak. He barely had time to think Oh no before an orange blur slammed into him at top speed, sending them both flying into the wall of the common room with a loud slam.

"You're back!" Hobbes exclaimed with a grin as he leapt off of Calvin.

"Ohhh my spine…" Calvin moaned as he laid against the wall. "My poor poor spine."

"So what's been happening?" Asked Hobbes as he sat down cross legged in front of Calvin. "I heard you mumbling about something being 'up' with everyone."

"Long story," said Calvin, wincing from the pain in his back. "Technically I'm not supposed to tell anyone this but for you I'll make an exception."

And with that, Calvin recounted everything Harry, Ron, and Hermione had told him to Hobbes.

"Woah," said Hobbes as he attempted to process what he had just been told. "So Harry can talk to snakes?"

"Evidently"

"And he was almost in Slytherin?"

"Uh huh."

"Yikes," said Hobbes with a wince. "The evidence is definitely against him."

Calvin shrugged.

"I trust him," he said.

"What about Ginny?" Hobbes asked, glancing at the entrance to the girls dormitory. "She seemed like she was in quite the hurry to get to bed."

"Everything happening lately has been freaking her out," Calvin answered. "She probably just needs some rest."

Hobbes furrowed his brow.

"I think there's something she's not telling us," he said.

Calvin glanced up at him.

"Oh yeah?" He asked.

"Yeah…" Hobbes mumbled. "Think about it, every time anything relating to the chamber of secrets happens, she gets progressively more solemn, and almost seems guilty about it."

"I'd say those are pretty normal reactions from a person who gets freaked out by that type of thing," Calvin responded. "There's tons of people in the school like that."

"Yeah but…" Hobbes began. "Something about it just seems off."

Calvin rolled his eyes.

"Whatever you say, buddy." He said as he stood up, grimacing at the pain in his back. "All the intensity in the air has made me pooped. Let's call it a night."

And with that, the boy and the tiger headed up to the boys dormitory and went to sleep.

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The aura of fear and nervousness around Hogwarts only increased when, the next day, it was announced that Justin Finch-Fletchley and Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost, had both been petrified. This of course only increased the suspicion of Harry being the heir of Slytherin due to the fact that Justin was the boy the snake had gone for in the dueling club. Calvin however, maintained his view that Harry was innocent, as did Hobbes.

The weekend passed quickly and on Monday, it was time for the people who were going home for the holidays to depart Hogwarts.

"See you in January, Ginny!" Calvin exclaimed with a lopsided grin as he and Hobbes stood by the doors of Hogwarts to see her off.

"Have a nice Christmas!" Hobbes added.

"Thanks guys!" Said Ginny with a weak smile, as she was still shaken up by the last petrification.

Calvin did a little bow, and Ginny giggled. She turned to walk down to the train station with everyone else but she paused. She turned back, looked at Calvin, and suddenly ran back and gave him a big bear hug.

"Urk!" Calvin squeaked as Ginny hugged him. "Can't… Breathe…"

She released him and lightly punched him on the arm with a smirk. And with that, she joined the crowd heading down to the train station.

Calvin coughed a few times as he struggled to refill his lungs with air.

"Well well well!" Hobbes exclaimed as they walked back into the castle, winking at Calvin.

"Oh shut up," Calvin grumbled, his face turning a bright shade of pink.

The next few days leading up to Christmas went especially slow for Calvin like they always did. He and Hobbes passed the time by building disturbing snow sculptures in the Hogwarts yard.

"Well Hobbes, I think it's done!" Calvin declared as he stepped back from what they had just created.

"It's definitely gruesome," muttered Hobbes, looking rather queasy.

"What on earth is that?" Asked a dumbfounded voice approaching behind Calvin.

He turned around and spotted Hermione walking towards them, staring at their snow sculpture with a sort of disturbed fascination.

"Ah, Hermione!" Calvin exclaimed with a smirk. "I see you've noticed our art!"

"That's art?" Hermione asked, stunned and unable to take her eyes off the sculpture.

"Of course it's art!" Said Calvin in a mock offended voice. "It's a uh… A metaphor! Yeah!"

"A metaphor for what? It just looks like that scene from Alien!"

"Why uh… Yes! A metaphor for um… people losing their sense of self! As demonstrated by the creature bursting out of the man's chest!"

"You're weird Calvin."

"Why thank you!"

Over the course of the days leading up to Christmas eve, they had built a sort of depraved art museum out on the Hogwarts yard that people couldn't help but stare at slack jawed as they walked by. Calvin noticed a particular group of Hufflepuff girls who seemed to be fixated on a snowman that he had made to resemble a deranged axe murderer.

"Hey Hobbes, watch this!" Calvin whispered with an evil grin, eyeing the hufflepuff girls and darting behind another snow sculpture as to use as cover.

"Oh no," Hobbes muttered under his breath as he turned to look at what Calvin was doing.

Calvin took his wand out of his back pocket, pointed it at the axe murderer snowman, and spoke.

"Locomotor Snowman!"

As he said it, the snowman that the girls were transfixed on raised its snow axe and swung at them. This caused the girls to run back to the castle, screaming.

Calvin laughed and put his wand back in his pocket.

"That's never gonna get old!" He exclaimed with a chuckle. "What say you, Hobbes?"

"You're sick."

As Christmas Eve finally came, Calvin was practically bouncing off the walls of the castle as he and Hobbes walked through the halls.

"Oh boy!" He exclaimed with a stupid looking grin. "I wonder what kind of loot Santa will bring me here! I mean, there's so much magical stuff I could get anything!"

"I personally am wishing for a nice pair of earplugs," Hobbes grumbled, his paws clasped around his ears.

"Quiet, you!"

The Christmas Eve feast was like nothing Hogwarts had ever served that year. There was an assortment of all kinds of desserts and puddings, as well as over a dozen whole turkeys per table. The artificial sky in the great hall was snowing, and there were even more decorations throughout the hall. Up at the staff table Dumbledore had mistletoe pinned to his tall pointy hat, and all the teachers were smiling except Snape, but then again he never seemed to enjoy when people were having fun.

Calvin and Hobbes had sat next to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, though they weren't very good conversationalists as they kept whispering amongst themselves about something Calvin couldn't hear.

The real anticipation however, didn't arrive until Calvin and Hobbes arrived back into the boys dormitory and got into bed.

"I can't sleep, Hobbes," said Calvin, sitting up in his bed.

"Why?" Hobbes asked, turning over and looking at him groggily.

"I keep wondering," he began. "What if Santa doesn't deliver to Hogwarts?"

Hobbes groaned.

"Not this again," he grumbled, taking his pillow and covering his ears with it.

"I'm serious!" Calvin exclaimed. "What if?"

"Maybe then I'll get some peace and quiet!"

"Will you two shut up?" Exclaimed a voice from another bed in the dormitory.

And with that, Calvin and Hobbes both stopped talking and attempted to get some sleep. It took Calvin a few hours due to his excitement but he eventually fell into a restless sleep.

Calvin opened his eyes and sat up in bed. He glanced out the window and saw that the sun was just beginning to rise.

"It's Christmas," he mumbled. "Hobbes, it's Christmas!"

Hobbes's eyes shot open and he sat up beside Calvin.

"You're right, it is!" Hobbes exclaimed with a grin.

"Well what are we waiting for?" Calvin asked with a smirk. "Come on!"

Calvin jumped out of bed and bounded towards the stairs that led down to the common room, Hobbes following close behind him.

"CHRISTMASTIME!" Calvin declared as he raced down the stairs. "Oh man, look at all this loot!"

The christmas tree in the common room was stuffed with presents beneath it. Calvin immediately kneeled down and started digging through the pile.

"This one's for Fred… This one's for Hermione… Ah ha!"

He pulled out a long present wrapped with red wrapping paper and green ribbon. The card on it read "To Calvin, Love, Mom and Dad."

"What do you think it is?" Asked Hobbes as he sat down next to Calvin.

"Only one way to find out!" Calvin exclaimed with glee as he began to tear the wrapping paper apart. Under the wrapping paper was a cardboard box, which Calvin ripped open, and squealed with happiness with what he saw.

Inside the box was a guitar that resembled a fender jazzmaster, aside from a few differences.

"Oh man!" Calvin exclaimed with a massive smile, which slowly fell off his face when he remembered something.

"How am I going to play it?" he asked with a groan. "Electricity doesn't work at Hogwarts!"

"Why doesn't it have an output jack?" Asked Hobbes curiously, examining the guitar closely?

"Huh?" Calvin asked, looking down at the guitar, where there was indeed no output jack to plug a wire into. "Oh, that's weird."

"And what's this?" Hobbes asked, picking up a small piece of parchment that must've gone flying out of the box when Calvin tore it open. He squinted at it and read aloud. "This instrument does not require what muggles call 'electricity.' to turn it on, simply tap it with your wand and say 'rock on!' To turn it off, tap it with your wand and say 'turn it down!'"

Calvin glanced down at the guitar, dumbfounded.

"These wizards are better with technology than I thought!" He exclaimed, grinning.

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"This is a terrible idea, Calvin!"

"Shut up, it'll be awesome!"

"Well I still think-"

"WITCHES AND WIZARDS!" Calvin declared, clearing his throat as he stepped into the front of the great hall, his guitar slung around his shoulder and his wand up to his neck to amplify his voice.

All the students who were eating breakfast stopped what they were doing and glanced up at Calvin, looks of annoyance, surprise, and curiosity on their faces.

"Here we go," Hobbes muttered, rolling his eyes and slowly backing away to the side of the hall.

"Are you all having a good Christmas?" Calvin asked, a mischievous grin plastered across his face.

The crowd just stared at him blankly.

"Let's try that again," Calvin began. "ARE YOU ALL HAVING A GOOD CHRISTMAS?"

This time he actually got a response. Most of the crowd nodded, and a few even yelled "Yeah!"

"ONE MORE TIME!" Calvin yelled, "ARE YOU ALL HAVING A GOOD CHRISTMAS?"

This time most of the school was into it and he received a great chorus of people screaming "YEAH!"

"NOW THAT'S WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR!" Calvin bellowed. "This song is a little tune from the muggle world called 'I Won't Be Home for Christmas' by a band called 'Blink-182!'"

Professor McGonagall shot a nervous look at Dumbledore, who seemed to be quite enjoying the spectacle. Snape however seemed disgusted.

With that, Calvin strummed a power chord and an instrumental began to play that seemed to be coming from all around the hall. Calvin began to play along and then sing.

"Outside the carolers start to sing!"

"I can't describe the joy they bring!"

"'Cause joy is something they don't bring me!"

"My girlfriend is by my side!"

"Pick her up while hanging sickles of ice!"

"Their whiny voices get irritating!"

"It's Christmas time again!"

"So I stand with a dead smile on my face!"

"Wondering how much of my time they'll waste!"

"Oh god, I hate these Satan's helpers!"

"And then I guess I must have snapped!"

"Because I grabbed a baseball bat!"

"And made them all run for shelter!"

"It's Christmas time!"

"Again!"

"It's time to be nice to the people who

You can't stand, all year!"

"I'm growing tired of this Christmas cheer!"

"You people scare me!"

"Please stay away from my home!"

"If you don't wanna get me down!"

"Just leave the presents and let me be alone!"

"Well I guess it's not cool to freak on Christmas eve!"

"Because the cops came and arrested me!"

"They had an unfair advantage!"

"And even though the jail didn't have a tree!"

"Christmas came a night early!"

"As a guy named Bubba unwrapped my package!"

"It's Christmas time!"

"Again!"

"It's time to be nice to the people who

You can't stand, all year!"

"I'm growing tired of this Christmas cheer!"

"You people scare me!"

"Please stay away from my home!"

"If you don't wanna get me down!"

"Just leave the presents and let me be alone!"

"I won't be home!"