AN: Yes, I know this isn't Christmas. But this was the first chance I had to send it in. And it only has small mentions. I hope you'll read it all the same!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or the song. Please no suing.

Lonely

By Wyltk

All around the city sidewalks

Signs of Christmas

There's a sound of singing in the air

All around the folks calling

In the cold December

Oh how I wish that you were here

I know the season calls for Joy and gladness

But there's so much darkness in the night

So here's, here's to the lonely

Here's to the only

I'd like to light a light

So bright

Here's to the lonely tonight

The wizarding world was still happily celebrating even after four years of knowing about You-Know-Who's downfall. Family's were still being reunited and everyone owed all this to a small boy named Harry Potter. They were talking happily about how great Harry's life must be, how loved. How untrue their assumption is.

In all actuality the five year old was walking down the street with his aunt, uncle, and cousin connected to one of the harnesses they had for kids. His uncle was bearing his cousin on his shoulders any lesser human would have fallen flat on his face at his cousin's bulk but his uncle had quite the bit of bulk of his own to help him along. His aunt was clutching their purchases and his uncle's hands the harnesses cord tied to her wrist.

His small legs were struggling with his sleepiness and with the cold that was invading his limbs. Combined with the long strides of his uncle and aunt made him almost fall as he staggered behind them.

They passed bright stores filled with light and decorations. Toys much too large for a five year old littered the shop windows. His cousin whined about this fact ever few minutes refusing to buy the tried and true "Wait till Christmas". The lights from the self same stores his cousin was whining about brightened the drifts of snow. The illuminated the faces of families as they hugged their children close to them hurrying to leave the cold streets.

Harry slowly jogged up to his uncle and aunt and placed his hand hesitantly in his aunts. She pushed him away in disgust and he tripped falling flat on his face. He heard them sigh heavily and stop once the cord had stretched too far for them to move any more. However his eyes had caught the stores window before which he had fallen and he was staring at it in longing.

A small plush toy was sitting innocently in the window a far cry from the large and flash toys in the other windows. This was a small reindeer just slightly bigger then an adult's hand. His gaze didn't waver as he stood up and his aunt grabbed his upper arm roughly pulling him away from the window. Still he looked at the toy until it was out of sight and then he turned his gaze to the ground.

That little episode would cost him dinner but maybe if he was extra quiet and kept up with them then he wouldn't have to miss dinner tonight. And maybe if he was really good Santa would still bring him something in his stocking like all the gifts Dudley had under the tree.

~*~

Staring out the window of this empty barroom

I dream of Christmas spent with you

Sitting together by an open fire

Planning the little thing's we'll do

I lift my glass and drink a toast to the dreamer

May all your Christmas dreams come true

So here's, here's to the lonely

Here's to the only

I'd like to light a light

So bright

Here's to the lonely tonight

Harry Potter glanced out of the window of the bar room he was currently drinking a cup of coffee in. He wasn't really a drinking man besides the occasional glass of wine. The only time he had gotten truly drunk was the day before his wedding. Luckily Snape had taken it upon himself to have a potion ready and had forced it quite happily down his throat. Actually now that he thought about it he owed the man a thanks.

But he was married now and was expecting a beautiful baby girl in February. He couldn't help but fill excited and nervous all at once. He had never had a real family or childhood when he was little. What if he messed up? What if he was a bad father?

This wasn't going to help him catch his man. He was on a mission, an Auror mission to be exact. He was in all truth a teacher, Defense Against the Dark Arts to be exact, but he had been a Auror for a short time and they sometimes called him in on harder cases. All he had to do was get in contact with an informant and catch the guy and he was home by Christmas Eve if all went well.

He shifted restlessly as he stood up and placed his money next to his empty coffee cup. He walked out of the shop pulling his coat tighter around him looking around with the pale light from the muggle shops. The snow was falling lightly speckling his dark hair with flecks of white. He looked around for the informant and his eyes immediately lit upon a muggle store with a small reindeer just like the one's he had seen years and years ago. He walked towards the shop placing his palm against the glass. He smiled walking inside and buying the animal. He placed it in his coat happy he had learned the spell to make his pockets much bigger then they seemed.

He would be a good father. He wouldn't be like his aunt and uncle. He would be a good father. Even if he never had a father besides Sirius. And he had only had Sirius as a real father for two years before he was on his own. Those two years had taught him something. Sirius was still teaching him things. Yes, he would be a good father. A good father.

Something came out of the dark night and flew at his back causing pain to blossom from him as he grasped wildly for his wand. His hands closed around it right as something pierced his side and he fell with a crash to the ground.