It was a beautiful Christmas morning. There was some snow falling to the ground, but it wasn't stormy out. Harry felt very hopeful that morning. He knew he was going to finally get a real gift that day. Dudley was very impatient. For once in his life, he didn't want to eat; he just wanted to open presents.

When finished eating, the family went into the living-room. Three stockings were hung, one for Petunia, Vernon and Dudley. Harry didn't have his own stocking, he'd never owned one. He had hoped that maybe Santa would leave one for him this year, but maybe he didn't deliver stockings, just toys.

"All right, sit down," Vernon told the family. "I'll hand out the gifts."

Harry wondered what Uncle Vernon would think when he saw there was a toy from Santa for him as well. He sat down on the floor, not too far from the tree. Dudley sat closer, he eyed the presents with a greedy look on his face. The day before, there had been a large pile, but it had grown a lot over night.

Petunia, Vernon and Dudley had large stacks of presents in front of them. Harry waited patiently for his present from the Dursley's (which would be some broken toy of Dudley's) and his gift from Santa. Nothing came.

Finally, Vernon handed Harry a very badly wrapped present. It was the gift from his family. There were no other gifts under the tree at that point. No toy from Santa. He had been forgotten again, even though he'd asked for a present. Tears were in his eyes as he opened the gift from his aunt and uncle. Inside was an old, ripped pair of jeans which Dudley had once owned.

Clothes, ones that wouldn't even fit, or keep him warm in the winter, that's all he got. He tried to keep his face straight as he looked at his aunt and uncle.

"Thank you," he said.

He watched as Dudley tore through the gifts from his parents, Aunt Marge and Santa. No stocking gifts, no presents, no new toys for Harry. He didn't even have the loving family… he had nothing. He was nothing.

There was a loud knock on the door.

"Go see who that is boy," Uncle Vernon snapped at him.

Harry got up and headed to the door sadly. Why had he been forgotten again? He'd been a very good boy, he had done the chores he was asked to do, he didn't fight Dudley, he got good grades and still, Santa hadn't given him a gift, and the teacher had mailed his letter. He and Dudley had both received letters from Santa.

Hadn't the letter said that Santa would bring him a gift? That he was looking forward to visiting Harry? Had the Dursley's written back to him and told him not to bring a gift for their nephew?

Harry opened the door. There, on the front step stood Lisa Pearson, his older student buddy from school. She was holding a box that was wrapped with smiling Santa Clauses. She was also holding a small stocking.

"Did you get a present from Santa?" she asked him.

"No," Harry said sadly.

"That's what I thought. For some reason, Santa dropped your gift off at my place with my stuff too. I wrote him a letter and told him not to forget you, so that must be why," she said.

She was smiling, but he thought he saw sadness in her eyes as well. Harry was happy though, he hadn't been forgotten!

"I did that too. When you left, I wrote a P.S. I told him to make sure you got presents too!" Harry said excitedly. "No wonder. Silly Santa!"

"Yes," she said as she handed him his gifts. "Very silly. Listen Harry, I have to get going, that's my dad in the car waiting. Merry Christmas, I'll see you in school after break."

"Merry Christmas," Harry said.

He thought she looked as if she was crying now, but that was strange. It was Christmas. He shut the door, and hurried to his cupboard. He would hide his gifts in there until later. He didn't want his family to know about it. What if they decided to take his stuff away?

"Who was that?" Uncle Vernon asked when Harry entered the living-room.

"Oh, wrong house," Harry said as he scooped up his new old jeans. "Wanted the people next door."

Later, he opened the gift Santa had left him. It was a toy truck, the one he'd described to Lisa, and he had told her that he wanted it for Christmas. She must have told Santa all about it. Next he went through his stocking. There were small candies, some small toys, a delicious chocolate bar and a candy cane.

"Thank you Santa," Harry whispered.

Maybe Santa knew it was better to deliver it to Lisa's place. Dudley would be jealous of the truck. Harry would have to make sure it stayed hidden. It was a good thing none of them ever visited his cupboard.


The Weasley Christmas was always loud and hectic, but the house was full of good smells and excited voices. This woke Ron up. He jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs to the kitchen. Ginny was singing silly Christmas songs; Fred and George had done something to anger Percy; Charlie and Bill were begging to try some firewhiskey that night.

"No boys, you aren't old enough yet," Molly said.

"I'm fourteen years old," Bill protested. "I'm old enough mum, the kids at school my age have managed to-"

"You'd better not be one of them," Molly snapped. "No alcohol!"

Bill didn't say anything else. He just frowned at his food.

"Can we open presents now, oh puh-lease!" Ginny yelled.

"After breakfast. I've already sorted your gifts into piles, Bill, Charlie if you can help Ron and Ginny with their gifts-"

"I don't need no help mummy," Ron said through a mouthful of eggs. "I'm big enough to do it myself."

"Yeah and we want to open our own gifts," Charlie protested.

"Mum, Fred and George are gone," Percy said.

"Woohoo!"

"Wow…"

"Aw, another sweater from mum."

"No fireworks again this year!"

"Uh oh," Ginny sang as Molly stomped off to the sitting-room. "Fred and George opened their presents too early!"

"Well, we might as well join them," Arthur said. "Let's go kids."

Ron and Ginny instantly jumped out of their chairs and ran into the sitting room, the rest of the family were quick to follow. Molly sighed when she saw them all come in, and pointed out where everyone's piles were. Ron went over to his, pleased about the size this year. He spotted the one from Santa, but it was small, there was no way a broom could fit in the package, not unless Santa shrunk it.

He opened the gift, he hoped maybe Santa had decided- no… it had to do with Quidditch though. They were tiny Quidditch figurines who really did fly. Next year he'd have to explain better to Santa he guessed.

"Well, everyone find their sweaters, I want to take a family picture," Molly shouted through the excited shouts.

Ron looked around for the traditional lumpy package. He ripped it open, his heart sank. It was maroon; didn't she know any other colour?

Hermione woke up early. She was very excited, it was Christmas! She got out of bed, and ran downstairs. First she went to where the veggies and the milk had sat by the fireplace the night before. They were all gone! Even the dip was empty, and the kids at school had told her that Santa wouldn't like Veggies and dip.

"Good morning, Hermione," her mother said as she entered the living-room.

"Santa ate everything," Hermione informed her mother.

"I see that, come eat some breakfast dear, and then we'll open some presents."

"What if Santa brought me candy?" Hermione asked as she took her mother's hand.

"It's Christmas, it will be all right if he did I suppose. I don't think he did though. Your father and I wrote to him as well, we asked that he didn't bring you any."

After breakfast, Hermione opened her presents. She didn't rip through them, she just opened them, maybe her mother wanted to save the wrapping paper. Santa had brought her everything she asked for. She had some new books, and some new Barbie's as well. Her stocking was full of small toys, along with some healthy snacks, and a tooth brush too. Santa must know her parents very well.


Christmas morning, Luna's father woke her up early by blowing through a horn. She hurried downstairs, ready to open her presents, but her mother made her eat first. Afterward, they all sat down to open their presents.

"I have a surprise for you, Luna," Mr. Lovegood said.

"Ooh, what is it, daddy?"

"I managed to get a picture of Santa riding his unicorn," he told her.

"I want to see!" Luna answered ecstatically.

She hurried to climb onto her fathers lap. He produced a picture of a smiling chubby man, dressed as Santa, he was waving. Something seemed off about the unicorn to Luna though, why wasn't it moving as well?

"Daddy, the unicorn isn't moving," Luna said.

"In real pictures, unicorns don't move," he answered quickly.

"Oh okay," she answered. "I want to open presents now.

Quickly, she ran to her pile of gifts. There were a variety of new toys for her and a new toy broom as well. She had needed a new one, she had been getting too big for her old one, and she was too nervous to fly on a real one yet. The best gift was the proof that Santa did indeed ride a unicorn, how silly that people thought he used the floo network!


Christmas morning for Neville always felt depressing. He couldn't remember a Christmas when he had last been happy. None of the gifts he got pleased him. New toys, what joy could they bring? All he wanted was to have his parents know who he was. Everyone else in the family was ecstatic, but he wasn't. He knew how to pretend though.

"Shown any magical powers yet?" Great Uncle Algie asked his gran.

Another reason to be sad, everyone thought that there was a possibility that he was a squib. Maybe he was. Neville pretended to read the new book he had gotten, but he listened to the whispered conversation around him. Someday he'd make them all proud!

After he opened his presents, he and his gran went off to St. Mungo's. He felt some hope now. Had Santa visited them? Would they know that he, Neville Longbottom was their son? His gran kept a tight hold on his hand while they walked through the hospital. When he was three, he had gotten lost during a visit, so she always made sure to keep an eye on him.

They entered his parents ward. They of course seemed happy to see him, but still they didn't know who he was. There were other people visiting with family members as well, so his gran took curtains and covered the beds.

"Hi mummy, hi daddy," Neville said.

He should have known, if the Healers couldn't help them, Santa most certainly couldn't. He put on a happy face for his gran, but inside he was crying. He told his parents that he knew how to read and write now. His gran told them that he hadn't managed to do magic yet, but it was still early, very early.

"With parents like you, he will be," she said.

As they started to leave, Neville felt a tug on his hand. He turned to see his mother smiling down at him. She was holding something in her hand. Slowly, he reached out to take whatever it was. It was a candy wrapper. Neville smiled at her, he felt hopeful… she had never did this before. Was Santa already working his miracle?


It was hard to ever sleep in at the Weasley household. People were shouting excitedly, the twins were running around and laughing. Percy was shouting at them to be quiet. Molly was shouting about something. Ginny just lay in her bed, she was excited for Christmas, but she didn't want to get up yet.

Moments later, Charlie strode into her bed.

"Let's go Gin, Gin," he said. "Christmas time! Wait until you see what I got you."

She smiled, and jumped out of bed. Okay, she was expecting the hand-me-downs, but did it really matter either way? Percy, Charlie and Bill were home. They always had yummy food, and Christmas was always a happy time in the Weasley home, what did gifts matter anyway? She loved her large family.

"I got you something too, Charlie!" she yelled as she ran into his arms.

He didn't care how big she got; he still carried her around as if she were a baby. Her gift to him was just a card she had made herself, with some candy, but he wouldn't care. They always loved her gifts, even the twins never complained. She wondered if they got their firecrackers this year. For as long as she could remember, they were always asking for them.

Downstairs, it was pandemonium. Percy was chasing after Fred and George, he was shouting for them to give something back, Ron was chasing after Percy; he just wanted to be part of the chase. He liked to do everything his older brother did. Bill and their mother were arguing. Molly wanted him to get a hair cut before the other relatives arrived.

"You know you're Great Auntie Muriel will complain about it Bill, just a trim, please," she said.

"But mum, it's taken me ages to get it this long," Bill complained.

"Someday he can wear it in a pony-tail, like me!" Ginny exclaimed as Charlie set her down.

"That's what I am afraid of. Look Bill, just a trim. You'll have plenty of time in Hogwarts to grow it back," under her breath she muttered. "And I'll be sure to cut it off in the summer."

"All right, present time!" Arthur called. "Then we'll eat breakfast."

They had learned that it was better to open the presents first now, then to eat. Fred and George stopped in their tracks, Percy ran into them, and then Ron did. They all fell down together in a pile.

"Me too!" Ginny yelled.

She ran and dived into her brothers, who all let out shouts of protest.

"Immature, all of you," Percy muttered as he got up.

Once everyone settled down, they went to open their presents. Ginny hurried to her present pile and began to rip though them. Same purple sweater from her mother, the usual hand-me-down toys, gifts from relatives, they were new at least. She found the gift from Santa and ripped it open. It was a brand new doll that she could pretend to feed and it would burp.

"Wow," she said.

She opened Charlie's present last. It was a bag of chocolate frogs, even better. He had bought them for all the younger children. Fred and George were already eating theirs. He had gotten Percy and Bill Every-Flavour-Beans.

"Aw, Charlie, did you have to gift the little ones Chocolate?" Bill asked.

The twins were already giving Ron an identical evil grin…


Christmas morning was here. Fred and George woke up earlier then everyone else, and crept down the stairs.

"Shh!" Fred hissed as one of the stairs creaked.

"Can't help it," George said.

"Well, you're going to wake everyone else up," Fred argued back.

"Shh, we're outside of Ginny's room."

They continued down the stairs. As they hurried into the living-room, someone stepped out of the shadows. It was hard to tell who it was. It wasn't their parents; the person was too short to be their parents. It had to be one of their older brothers.

"You two go back to bed," he stepped in front of them so they could see who it was, Percy.

"Aw, Perce you wreck all our fun," George said.

"I heard you two whispering last night. Planning to sneak down here before everyone else. That isn't fair. Christmas time is for family! Now go back to bed," Percy said.

"You're not the boss of us," Fred said.

"I'll tell mum and dad!" Percy said.

"Santa?" A small voice asked.

They turned around to see little Ron rubbing his eyes with one hand, clutching a teddy-bear in his other arm. His pajamas were much too big for him. They all wondered if he was ever going to grow, he was almost smaller than Ginny.

"Ron, go back to bed," George said.

"I'm awake now," Ron said. "You woke me!"

"Wait to go," Percy said.

"It's your fault!" Fred shouted back.

"I wanna see Santa! Has he come?" Ron asked. "It still dark out."

"What is going on down here?"

Now Charlie was awake. He looked around the room, where Ron held his teddy-bear (they were all surprised that he wasn't scared of them because of the spider incident the year before) to Fred and George glaring at Percy.

"For people trying to sneak around, you three are bad at it," he said meaning the three older ones, not Ron.

"Charlie, where's Santa?" Ron asked.

"He's probably already left, we'd better all get to bed, otherwise mum will-"

"WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING UP!?"

Molly didn't like when the children snuck around through the night. She was always worried that one of them would hurt themselves. She always expected this on Christmas morning. Usually they respected her wishes, she looked to each of her son's faces, and she was shocked to see Ron awake.

"Charlie, Percy, I expected better from you," she said.

"They woke me up," Charlie said. "I came down here because of the noise. I just got here."

"It was Fred and George, mum," Percy said. "Last night I heard them whispering that they were going to come down early. So I caught them for you. They woke Ron too."

"All of you know that I don't want you wandering around the house in the dark. I want you all to sit in the kitchen. You won't be opening any presents yet. No food either. We will wait until the others wake up," she said.

They all groaned. Bill could sleep for a long time. Ginny would be up soon, she was usually the one who woke the earliest every morning. They weren't sure about their father. All of them, but Percy headed out to the kitchen.

"Well, I am still tired so-"

"Oh no, Percy, you in the kitchen too, you were also wandering around when you weren't supposed to be."

Fred and George looked at each other gleefully. It was very rare that their older brother was scolded. Now, when he tried to get them in trouble, he only got himself in trouble. They hurried into the kitchen and sat down.

When everyone was awake later, after they ate, they hurried to open their gifts. Fred and George both ignored any present that didn't say Santa on them. When they each found their gift from him, they ripped them open.

"No fireworks," they said at the same time.

"Me got Fireworks!" Ginny shouted.

"What?" George asked.

"She didn't!"

"It's ours!" they said at the same time.

They ran over to her. She was clutching a book tightly to her chest and grinning.

"Where is your present from Santa?" George asked.

"Here, Bill say so," she answered.

"That's a book, Gin," Fred said. "Not fireworks."

"I got fireworks!" She said.

"Where?" Fred asked.

"Here!"

"That's a book Ginny," they said at the same time.

"I know," she answered. "Mummy read to me please."

She got up and walked over to her mother who lifted her onto her lap.

"Me too!" Ron shouted but when his father entered the room, he changed his mind. "Know what daddy?"

"What?" Arthur asked.

"I saw Santa last night."

Fred and George looked at each other. They really didn't understand their little brother and sister at times. Any why didn't they get the fireworks?

"We're six, we're big enough," Fred muttered.

"Santa don't think so," George said in a sad voice. Then he perked up. "We got more presents to open Fred, let's go!"

A/N: About Ron, I know he gets tall in the books. I wanted to make him seem as if he didn't grow when he was little, so that when he did get his growth spurt's they'd all be surprised at how tall 'ickle Ronnie' has gotten.


Remus woke up on Christmas morning. Was he still a werewolf? It was hard to tell at that point. Really, he wouldn't know until the next full moon. He went down to the kitchen where his father was reading the Daily Prophet and his mother was just putting food on a plate for him.

"Santa come last night?" Remus asked.

"Well, he ate a lot of the cookies you left out and all the milk. He didn't eat all of the cookies though, I think he must have gotten full," his mother said. "So we will just eat the cookies ourselves."

"How can he get full?" Remus asked as he sat down at the kitchen table. "He must eat over a million cookies a night. I bet he gets sick the next day. I know I get sick when I eat too many sweets."

"It's different with Santa, he gets full at each house hold, but as soon as he enters another house, he isn't full anymore," his father answered.

Remus thought that over. Well, Santa was more magical than wizards, it made sense that he'd be different. He knew that if he'd eaten a lot of cookies and then went through the floo network, he'd be sick.

After breakfast, he opened his presents, which were all pleasing enough. He didn't have his one present yet though.

He actually looked forward to the next full moon. He didn't have to worry about turning into a monster anymore. As the days got closer, he knew that Santa hadn't been able to help him. He was having the same side effects he always got. On the night of the full moon, he was a werewolf, locked away in the basement. There were just some wishes that couldn't come true.

A/N: Here is part of the stories, I'll post more soon. Been busy with holidays but I thought you'd want some. I had fun writing about the Weasley's. I want to say thank you to all the reviewers and readers who kept up with this story the entire time, even when I didn't update everyday. Look out for the rest of the Christmas Days.