Harry By Proxy

Chapter 9: A Creepy Christmas

I don't own anything

-Crow

"-ry!"

Emerald green eyes cracked open a sliver.

"-arry!"

They blinked in confusion.

It was almost like-

*BANG!*

"Harry! Harryharryharryharryharry!"

"Ooof!"

Harry woke up suddenly with the breath knocked out of him. His dazed brain made out that his bedroom door was wide open and a certain undead girl in pink was standing up against his bed leaning right on his stomach and bouncing, resulting in a forced "oof" each time.

"Sally, I believe Harry would like to live to see at least five minutes of the day."

Harry turned and saw a certain faceless entity in his doorway. He knew his guardian didn't have a face, but that still didn't mean he was absolutely certain the entity was snickering at him. The undead girl nodded, still shaking with excitement as she bounded away from the bedside.

Harry, still dazed, reached out and found his glasses on the dresser. Sally had bounded out of the room already. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and blinked away sleep before realizing that Slenderman was still in his pajamas. Truthfully, Harry hardly ever saw Slendy in pajamas. He'd always get up and change first thing. Only twice did he see Slendy in his night-wear. Once when he was on his way from the bathroom late at night when Slendy was sneaking downstairs for a snack, and another when Slendy burst into his room after a nightmare caused him to scream.

"Well, Harry? Are you just going to stay in bed? Especially today?" Slendy asked, still "smirking".

Harry blearily nodded, though he had no clue what the entity meant. The being chuckled at the child's bleary confusion, but left. Harry sat up and immediately brought his arm up against a bright, white light from his window. He let his eyes adjust before peering out.

Snow.

Lots and lots of snow. Normally, he'd dread snow as it'd mean shoveling the driveways at frigid hours of the morning. Compounded with the minimal warmth protection the Dursley family provided would usually mean Harry would come in shivering uncontrollably for hours on end.

Still, being able to look out the window without fearing the snow was peaceful, though Harry was still confused. What was so special about that day? Why get up so early?

He was broken out of his thoughts by an ecstatic Toby rushing past his door before backpedaling and looking right at him. His smile matching his permanent gash-grin. Wide and toothy. "C-come on, s-s-s-slowpoke! W-why are y-you still up h-h-here?" He asked excitedly, stammering over his words and ticking.

Harry could only blink in confusion. What was today?

Let's see… last Tuesday was the 20 th. He remembered going to see decorations with Sally. Saturday… er, yesterday, they went to the grocery store for a few things and Harry distinctly remembered that it was an awfully busy store that morning.