Door 2

The people who passed them on the street only shook their heads or tried to take no notice of them at all. Fighting was not something they wanted to think about now. There were to many things still to prepare before the holy time was there.

One very little creature – an elf to be exact – made the exact opposite and walked towards them. They were a young, tall man, clad in a very expensive winter rope which let only his equally expensive black boots be seen underneath and a young, black woman, whose clothes might not have been as expensive as the man's but were therefore even more comfortable for she had been already wearing the robe, as well as the woollen cap and scarf, the past two winters.

"…what else could one expect of a…"

What exactly the young man was, no one ever heard for the elf choose this exact moment to clear his throat and interrupt the dispute. The two brawlers looked down at the elf standing at their feet and were obviously perplexed.

You would probably wonder as to why they would be perplexed for elves had a long tradition of serving humans in the wizarding world and of course both of them had already seen such house elves. But you see, this very elf looked not like the ordinary house elves and he would never serve an ordinary witch or wizard.

The first thing that one would notice about him was his skin, for opposite to the other's elves greyish brown skin colour, his skin was a very pale green. He also did not wear any of the rags a house elf usually wore but he was wearing a wonderful red coat made of velvet with a small black leather belt. His little legs were clad in green tights which ended in dark green shoes with small golden bells at the tip. He was even wearing a green pointed hat and green gloves on his little hands.

"He wants to speak to you immediately." He said in a squeaky voice and looked up at the two humans who were staring at him.

"Who's he?" The man demanded to know and though he was so small it seemed as though the elf was looking down at the two people in front of him.

"Why, Father Christmas of course. Who else?" he asked as though it should be obvious.

"Father Christmas? Yes, of course. I swear Johnson; we've found the perfect match for you here!" The man said to the woman and made to walk away. But as he turned he found the other people in the street walking strangely slowly. Indeed, every move of them seemed unnatural slow.

"What…?" But before he could finish his sentence he found himself no longer in the crowded street of Diagon Alley in London, England, the United Kingdom, but in a completely different place. Snow was covering everything one could see and a nearby lake was frozen over.

"Where are we?" Angelina, for that is the name of the woman, asked the elf. But the elf didn't reply and only walked towards the only house one could see. Angelina decided to follow the elf, thinking this was what he wanted. The man soon followed, too, although, he told himself, only to find a way back home as soon as possible. For being alone with her and this odd little elf was not how he had planned his day.

"Ah, thank you for bringing them here, Birger."

The elf bowed his head slightly, for of course he was Birger, which is by the way, a Scandinavian name and means simply 'to help' which is very fitting for an elf of Father Christmas, for that he was and the highest in ranking, too. After Father Christmas had nodded slightly, the elf left them alone, the small bells on his shoes jingling with every step he made.

Father Christmas turned his attention towards the two humans who stood in the room. He shook his head at them when he came closer to where they stood.

"So, finally I can see the two of you in person. One would think that two grown ups like you would know better than to fight every time you see each other. And so close to Christmas."

The young man looked down at Father Christmas and arched his eyebrows.

"And why should I care what you think of my behaviour?"

Father Christmas shook his head sadly.

"I have to tell you, Alexander Tybalt Montague, that just because I haven't brought you that broom you wished for Christmas that one year, does not mean you should believe less in me."

"Tybalt?" Angelina asked and tried to hide her grin as Montague turned his face towards her and glared at her.

"The two of you have disturbed the peace of Christmas," Father Christmas started again. "And thus and to use that energy you seem to have too much of for something helpful, you will help me fulfil the wish of child."

"Oh, sure. And what will you do if I decide not to? Don't bring me a present this Christmas? Oh, wait; you've already done that…" Montague said and walked towards the door.

"I fear you don't have a choice in this, Alexander." Said Father Christmas and as Montague opened the door and walked through he didn't come into the winter land they had appeared in, but he just walked into the same room he had tried to get out of.

"What the…" he asked furiously and Angelina looked just as confused as he did at what had just happened. Montague had just been walking out of the door only to come back in at the same time.

"I told you you have no choice in this." Father Christmas told them.

"And now, would you please listen to me. You will make sure that a child has his wish fulfilled. And you have time until the 24th to do so."

"And what is it, we have to do?" Angelina asked and sighed. Since there was no way out of this she thought it was better to start as soon as possible and to have that wish fulfilled so she wouldn't have to spend more time with Montague than necessary.

"There is a boy named Samuel Adams living with his younger sister in an orphanage in London. You will make sure that they find a family which will adopt them."

"That's all?"

"Oh, don't think this will be an easy task young man."

"That would explain why you don't make it yourself, since you can't even do something as simple as bring a boy a broom he was wishing for." Montague said angrily.

"You really should learn to keep your temper. I know that both of you have a wish that is not yet fulfilled. But I don't hear Angelina complaining about it. And now, you better return to your home, for tomorrow you will meet the two children."

"What? Wait! Why do we have to meet them?"

"Because you will spent the whole month with them. The orphanage has a winter programme where the children are to spend some days or weeks away from the orphanage before Christmas. And so, the two of you will spend the rest of the time until Christmas with them. You just need to decide in whose house you will do it. And now, goodbye and find them nice parents." And before Montague could utter another word – what he was just about to do – they both found themselves standing at the exact point in Diagon Alley where they had been before Birger had taken them to Father Christmas.