A/N Hooray for weekends! I really should be doing homework, but whatever! This is more fun. Christmas Day:::

Millie woke in her cage. She was still groggy, her eyes partly closed. Glancing around, she noticed various colored, square smudges. She rubbed her eyes and saw that they were, in fact, presents!

"Holy Toledo!" She gasped. "Voldemort get your silly little butt in here!"

Voldemort smiled, putting on his slippers. Then he remembered who he was and scowled.

"What do you want you infidel!" He shouted.

"Look! Gifts!"

"What? Who would bring you gifts?" Voldemort demanded.

Millie shrugged.

"Well, I suppose they are rightfully yours." He sighed and unlatched the cage. "Enjoy." He said, sounding as bored as possible.

By the time Millie had unwrapped all her presents, Voldemort had made a cup of coffee.

"Hey, the rest aren't for me." She declared. "They're addressed to you."

Voldemort wrinkled his brow. Someone had given him presents? But, how? Who? Voldemort's heart swelled as he reached down to pick up a rectangular box wrapped in shiny green paper.

He had never gotten a Christmas gift before. Trying not to cry, he cautiously pulled at the tape.

"You ninny, just rip it." Millie rolled her eyes.

Voldemort did just that.

He stared at the box. It had a waterfall on it, with a beautiful woman's face looking upset on it. Millie must have sensed his confusion, because she said,

"It's a mani-pedi home kit!" She smiled. "It's for your hands and feet. I mean, lets face it, your nails are getting pretty gnarly."

Something bubbled up inside of Voldemort, but whether it was gratitude or anger, he didn't know.

Back at the Gryffendor common room, the golden trio was opening their presents. Ron got a very ugly maroon sweater with a yellow "R" on it. Hermione got a matching one, but with a "HG." It went better with her hair, and complimented her skin tone quite nicely.

Harry didn't get a sweater this year. He didn't mean to be selfish, but his heart sank when he opened his last rectangular present, and it was filled with trousers.

He was about to go back upstairs, but then something caught his eye. It was shiny, buried beneath the leaves of the Christmas tree. He dug around a little bit, then extracted a small package. It was wrapped in burlap, but had a little piece of tinsel sticking out.

It said, "TO HARRY." in very messy writing.

It's probably something like a Q-Tip from the Dursley's, Harry thought.

He untied the twine that held it shut, and poured the contents on the carpet. What he saw eluded him.

It was a snowglobe. Inside stood Millie, waving. She was "dancing," flailing all over the place and doing piorettes.

And failing.

Harry laughed. He cradled it in his arms, though as he did, he instantly regretted it.

He felt a pulling sensation right behind his bellybutton. It seemed as though the world were spinning fast before his very eyes, and then it ended. He sat on a blanket, in a cage, next to Millie.

She put her fingers to her lips as if to say "Shh" and then gestured to a blanket. Harry hid himself under it.

He heard a door open, and then some happy tunes.

"We wish you a merry Christmas, We wish you a merry Christmas, We wish you a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year."

"Kay that's great and all but leave." Voldemort said crankily.

"Bring us some figgy pudding, Bring us some figgy pudding, Bring us some figgy pudding, and a cup of good cheer."

"Hey now, that's kind of rude..."

"We won't go until we get some We won't go until we get some."

"THAT'S IT! AVADA KEDAVRA!" There was a burst of green light and the music ceased.

Harry was horrified as Millie chuckled.

"Jeez, some people. What is figgy pudding any- What is that?"

"What is what, Voldemort?" Millie asked sweetly.

"That lump under your blanket."

"Uh...my foot."

"Your foot is very large. And both of them are right there. Hanging out of the cage."

"Heh, heh, I meant my pet elephant. I got him for Christmas."

"What's his name." Voldemort asked, his eyes turning to slits.

"...Elephant..." Millie improvised.

"An elephant named Elephant." Voldemort asked, skeptical. Millie nodded. "Retro, I like it."

Harry scowled at the fact that he was the size of an elephant. He's not that fat!

"Hey, didn't you make some greul, in the other room?" Millie distracted him.

"...yeah...BRB."

A/N HARRY TO THE RESCUE! Hahaha...