Author note: I haven't checked this chapter yet, because it's so late and I have to do homework, which is due in soon. So once, I'm finished doing my homework, I will make sure to correct this. (Which is unlikely today) so this chapter is on rough draft status until I have free time.
Edit: 2/21/2017- finally checking this chapter.
I do not own Harry Potter.
Enjoy!
Xander was aware of his surrounding's the moment, the door handle to his room started to turn, but he stayed in bed but tensed his body.
His eyebrow rose, when the covers wrapped around himself was lifted up and a small lump, made it's way to his half of the bed, but he still pretended to be a sleep.
He tried not to react, when small hand's began to squish his face, while letting out small giggle's.
"I'm glad that you find my face amusing, Harry" He said in amusement, opening his eyes, his amusement only rose when small steel green eyes widen, before Harry checks burn.
He sat up, his hair looking like a whirlwind had just passed through it and said. "Harry, have you eaten anything yet?" Turning to the six year old, he was surprised to note what Harry was wearing.
Harry was in a cute little, a reindeer customer with small little antler's on top of his head.
Xander, put a reminder to himself, to get any photo's that the staff took, of harry walking around the house dress like this, maybe Drabble had taken some pictures using a magical camera?
He was also pleased to note that, Harry looked a lot more healthier than two months ago.
Without the Horcrux trying to kill him, while sucking up his magic like a Vampire, to make itself stronger. Harry had reached an acceptable weight and height for a child his age, and there was a lot more burst of accidentally magic even though he was positive they were now all on deliberate.
He had walked into Harry room and caught the little boy, changing the colour of one of his toys, once.
Harry, had looked so frightened when he saw him standing there, that it was enough to make anyone pause, but after he assured Harry, that he wasn't in trouble for doing magic and was actually proud of him for doing it consciously, something that seemed to shock the little boy.
Harry had been very eager to show him his wordless magic.
Maybe, it was because, the boy was never giving any credit, whenever he did magic or that everybody else, seemed too 'busy' with Jamus, to take notice of when he did it and now, that he had somebody who actually cared when he did it, and would give him the proper praise he deserved, Harry was very free with showing his magic around him.
And judging by how frequently Harry did magic, and if Harry life with the Potter's, whenever he did magic was to believe.
James and Lilly Potter must be scratching their heads right now, trying to figure out why Jamus had suddenly stopped preforming magic so frequently, when he did so before.
He wondered what excuse they would come up with for this 'mysterious' occurrence.
Harry shook his head and said. "I wanted to eat together with you, daddy." It didn't feel the same, without his daddy being there.
Xander, looked at the clock in the room, to find it was a 7:15.
Just how early did Harry wake up, if he's this energetic, early in the morning?
The wonders of a child...
"Well, I better get ready and get dressed for today, than we'll eat together." He said, going to the bathroom, already there was fresh, steam pressed towel waiting for him, before he shouted.
"And Merry Christmas, son" before closing the door.
Xander could just see Harry eyes light up.
Like he would forget, Harry's first Christmas with him.
Ch 7: Little Harry, first real Christmas with daddy
It would be a lie if Harry said, he wasn't excited for his first Christmas with his daddy, thanks to the evil man's soul being gone from his forehead, he had never felt so good in his life.
But he couldn't help but feel nervous.
He know his daddy would never forget him and loved him, but he couldn't help but feel like, the whole house would suddenly transform to the inside of Potter's manor when he least expected it.
That there would be Christmas decorations all over the place, which he didn't help to set up.
That when he came down, the Potter's would be enjoying a full breakfast and Jamus plate would be stacked up high with pancakes and anything else he wanted while nobody remembered to set a plate for him until he showed his face, or not at all.
He couldn't help but picture, that he was in that familiar room, where a big tall Christmas tree was right in the middle, under it was a mountain of present's and not a single one for him, while pictures were taken of Jamus opening his presents with an expression of glee while shooting him sly looks, knowing he hadn't gotten any presents.
He couldn't help but imagine the scene of that special Christmas dinner, where Jamus could asks for seconds or thirds and not expect to be rejected but if he tried to ask for seconds, he would be told off or ignored.
So imagine his surprise when he was pulled along his daddy to the main dining room, when the man had gotten dressed for the day.
His daddy wore a woolly red reindeer cardigan, it nose lit up and he wore cream pants.
Harry was shocked to find a stack of freshly cooked pancakes in front of the seat he secretly called his own.
And he was actually allowed more pancakes, just like Jamus, his own daddy than took time to clean his face, when it became covered with chunks of pancake glued to his face by maple syrup.
It made him feel nice, having his daddy care enough to walk around the large table just to clean his face and fuss about how sticky it now was.
He was than pleasantly surprised to find, that after they were both fed, his daddy picked him and placed him on his shoulders, he had been shocked at this action. He had only seen this happen to his former twin brother.
He realised with shock, that he was having a piggy back ride.
Harry had never felt so big in his life, everything under him felt so small, was this how it was like to be a big person? Was this what his daddy saw and would he one day grow big enough to have this kind of vision?
His daddy looked so big where he stood on the ground.
How small did he look, when his daddy looked down at him?
Meanwhile Xander, held onto Harry tightly making sure he wasn't in danger of falling, Harry had put on weight from the last time he picked him up and there was a lot more pressure on his shoulder than he expected, soon Harry would be too big to be carried.
He than began to walk to a room, he hadn't been in for over two decades.
The last time he had been there, he wasn't that much older than Harry, he was eight and happily opening presents under the Christmas tree with his parents filming the whole thing.
Well, it was his turn to be the parent to watch over his own son as he unwrap the present's under the Christmas tree, add this to make some new memories.
Harry, looked at the darkly lit room, the only real source of light was coming from the fire place, in the middle of the room was the biggest Christmas tree he had ever seen.
The soft glow coming from the fire place momentary illuminated the beautiful ornament's that wrapped around the tree, each bulb and decoration was bright and colourful.
He really got a nice family vibe in this room unlike the other room's, he been to.
Soon his eyes wondered down the tree, obviously expecting a pile of presents like the one that used to be in his room until he eagerly unwrapped it all.
But he saw nothing.
There was not a single present under the Christmas tree.
Xander could just feel Harry questioning gaze on him, obviously wondering where all the presents were and put him down and said. "Harry, there is a present under that tree but it's worth more than a hundred new toy's."
Obviously, Harry didn't get it, how can one present equal one hundred new toys?
"But before you go and find it" He said, walking over to a box Harry hadn't noticed before and pulling out an ornament that was in the shape of an angel, it glittered beautifully when the soft light hit it. "Why don't you, put this angel on top of the Christmas tree?"
And Harry was shocked, usually Jamus was the one who did...oh... that's right, Jamus wasn't here. It was just him and daddy and shyly nodded, he had always wanted to put the angel on top of a Christmas tree.
Xander, placed the angel in Harry hands and lifted Harry up, from his arms, momentary he wasn't sure if he was tall enough to reach to the top because it had been years, but as it turn's out, he had just made it, meanwhile Harry enjoyed the lift and placed the angel on the tree and like magic, the tree came alive.
The light around the tree automatically turned on and with the extra light, the Christmas tree glowed, and as Harry was taken down, he saw to his amazement several small trains on little track's, going from one end to another, each letting out their own steam and going 'cho cho'.
The decoration's that were shaped like birds came to life and began to fly around the room, before going back to a random branch on the tree, singing a song.
Harry looked on in awe, the Potter Christmas tree had nothing on this one. He had never seen such a lively Christmas tree in his life.
And Xander, chuckled at Harry awed filled expression, he remembered the first time he had seen the tree do that, it was quiet amazing.
"So harry, are you ready for your gift?" Xander said, he wanted to see harry face when he gave him his gift.
Harry snapped out of his awe filled state at the sight of the tree and said. "Not before, I give you my present, daddy"
And Xander eye brow rose, Harry had a present for him?
It had been a while since he received a present for Christmas.
"But I don't know my way back to my room." Harry said, he wanted to go and get it, but this place was still huge to him.
"That's no problem, Drabble." Xander said, and the house elf popped into the room.
"Yes, Master, sir?" The house elf said, and both of them got the feeling they had just interrupted something important.
"Can you get Harry's present from, his room and also get the special camera from my own?" Xander said.
"Yes, Master, sir" The House Elf said, before popping away and coming back, a minute later with a messily wrapped blue flat present and a camera.
Xander took the camera and Harry took the present.
Xander couldn't hide his interest at what Harry got him, he was willing to bet this was home made.
Xander sat down on the soft couch, his father used to sit on, as Harry cheeks burned, as he came towards him with the present.
In that reindeer costume.
Harry looked adorable.
He vowed to turn his memories into photographs one day.
"Daddy, this is for you" Harry said, shyly, as Xander took the present and began to unwrap at it.
Xander was surprised to find it was a drawing that Harry had done, put into a frame.
On the right was a tall stick-man, with something around his neck which he guessed was a cape, the lines coming out of the stick-man head were crazy which he guessed was his hair, in his hand was six long finger which he guessed, one of them was his wand.
But what draw his attention was the much smaller stick-man holding hands with the larger one, also in a black cape.
Both of them were smiling.
"This is you, daddy" Harry said, pointing to the large stick-man. "And this is me" pointing to the much smaller stick-man. "I didn't know what to get you for Christmas so I asked Drabble. Drabble said, I should remind daddy that he's not alone anymore. That he's got me"
And Xander would have wrung that house elves neck, if he wasn't so touched by what the picture made with crayon's meant.
That's right... he wasn't alone anymore, he had Harry right by his side, even when Harry finally leaves him, he would never truly leave him.
Harry would come and visit and hopefully one day, he would come and visit him with children of his own.
'Grandpa Xander', that had a nice ring to it.
"Thank you" He said, with a smile that warmed Harry heart. "Thank you... I'll treasure it."
Harry beamed, his daddy liked his present.
It took a moment for Xander to compose himself before saying. "And why don't you go and find your present under the tree?"
Harry eyes lit up at the realization there was indeed a present under the tree that was apparently more valuable than a hundred toys.
His feet couldn't move fast enough, as he crawled under the tree and began to search for anything nicely wrapped.
He found something but it was slim and thick, like paper, Harry took it out and realised it was indeed paper and read it.
Certificate of Name Change.
Harold james Potter.
I hereby attest, that my child name be changed from.
Harold James Potter
to
Harold Xander Felix.
At the button was a large signature and on top of it all, was a stamp of a lion's roar.
Harry froze.
Was this...
Xander snapped a picture of harry's stunned face, he was defiantly developing this one later and said. "So how does it feel to be Harold, Xander Felix, Harry?"
Xander, answer was the sudden hug from Harry as the little boy, thanking him over and over again because Xander had once again giving him what he truly wanted.
A name.
And that really was worth more than a hundred toys.
And scene!
I decided to not have Harry asking Xander, if he could be the boy-who-lived in this chapter because I thought it would look out of place. Next chapter, it's Harry seventh birthday and Xander decides Harry needs some interaction with other children and hosts a outdoor pool party. Review/fav and follow!