Harry Potter and the Christmas Special

Christmas Day

Harry had just sat down for his 25th cup of tea this Christmas. His biological children and faithful wife were gone, as usual. The snow was falling down fast outside, painting the world a blinding white. The Christmas tree, in the center of the living room, was adorned with twinkling lights and glass ornaments.

Hermione and Ron weren't coming over for Christmas either, for they were on a vacation in Hawaii. "For the sunlight," Ron had told him. They did, however, leave letters for him. Fancy parchment, crisp and new, just the way Hermione liked it. He opened up Hermione's.

"Hello Harry,

Terribly sorry we couldn't be around for Christmas this year. Ron insists we go someplace with consistent sunlight for at least a week. The Muggles there are fairly friendly, we've heard. Ron will get quite the sunburn.

You've been awfully lazy this year, Harry. Showing up late to the Ministry and everything. You know my slogan, 'work for your gifts' so you'll get nothing. Not even coal, you don't deserve a fire.

Cheers, Hermione Granger."

Harry opened Ron's.

Hi Harry

Marry Crismiss Harry! Ur real cool. I hope Hermione reminds me about my heart worm medication becuz I forget a lot.

Bye Harry

He starred tearing up about Hermione's harshness and then quickly chugged his drink as quickly as he could in order to drink all his tea as efficiently as possible. As he ran back to kettle, he realized that he had run out of tea. "Heck!" He yelled.

He collapsed on the ground, in tears. Waterfalls erupted from his emerald orbs.

Why was he so alone, why did everyone hate him, most importantly, why was he out of tea?

Roughly wiping away his tears, he decided to go out and buy some more drinks.

   Harry had one foot out the door when he realized something: he had eggnog in the back of his fridge behind the vegetable platters. Hastily shutting the door to not let more cold air in, he shook off his boots and walked over the to refrigerator. He dug through the layers and layers of VEGETABLE PLATTERS, and at last he spotted his treasure. He brought out a silver bottle opener, one with ornate designs and a worn, deep mahogany handle that he had bought on a vacation with Ginny to Italy earlier in their relationship. The bottle opened with a small pop. It smelled a bit odd. Huh. Must be the vegetable platters.

   Ah, yes, this was the eggnog he had bought on sale after Christmas last year inside of H&M. A mysterious man had pulled it out of his dark trench coat (that was make in India and imported to Mississippi where he bought it from a flea market on his yearly vacations there) (That description is of the trench coat by the way) and assured Harry that he was an employee. Harry eagerly pulled out some Muggle money and shoved it into the man's hands because he needed that eggnog (It was just so SHINY!). 

   Ron and Hermione had taken him on a trip to the mall that day, and he knew Hermione would make a fuss about the ethics of H&M, so he covered the large bottle in his invisibility cloak and shoved it under his shirt. He then proceeded to hold his trench coat out in front of him as if he were about to preform a magic trick where he would disappear or the What the Fluff challenge.

   He had bought the trench coat off the man as well, turns out the man wasn't wearing anything underneath but whatever.

   Hermione asked him multiple times what he was hiding under his shirt and Ron tried wrestling it from him in the parking lot, but Harry firmly held the trench coat in front of him and refused to comply.