Harry Potter Ships Christmas Specials

4. Tomarry

AN: Voldemort looks like a 20-year-old version of his 16-year-old self. Black hair, pale skin, red eyes

Voldemort looks at Harry, from across the table.

Harry looks at his plate, playing with his food.

"Eat, child."

"Not hungry."

Voldemort sighs.

Harry pushes the plate away.

"So, are you going to your friends for Christmas or what? I don't really do anything for Christmas."

"I'm not allowed to leave, remember?" Harry snaps, messing with his shirt sleeve.

He rolls his eyes.

"I'm going to my room."

"Whatever."

Harry goes to his room and falls onto the bed

Voldemort looks around then fire calls Dumbledore.

"What is it, Tom?"

"Don't call me that it's Voldemort now! And why did you make us sign ghat stupid contract."

"I didn't make anyone sign anything."

"Yes, you did you threatened Nagini!"

"I don't recall."

He rolled his eyes.

"Well, I need to be off, Tom."

"Well, why couldn't you let Harry leave."

Dumbledore closes the call.

Voldemort growls and lets Nagini wrap around his shoulders.

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Harry looks at Hedwig as she flies in with a mouse and offers it to him.

Voldemort goes upstairs.

Harry turns the mouse into a glass figure.

Voldemort knocks.

Harry hides Hedwig. "What?"

"Um. Want to make cookies?"

"Why?"

"It's Christmas."

"I guess."

"Um... want to... invite your friends... for... uhh... dinner?"

"No."

"Okay..."

"Get out of my room."

Voldemort goes down and gets everything for cookies.

Harry releases Hedwig, sending her to Ron.

Voldemort waits for him.

Harry comes down quietly.

Voldemort looks down.

Harry starts to make the dough.

Voldemort helps, petting Nagini now and then.

Harry carefully forms the cookies.

Voldemort looks at him as he cuts out shapes.

Harry focuses on the cookies.

Voldemort just makes stars.

Harry puts the cookies on a pan a make circular ones from the scraps.

Voldemort eats some scraps.

Harry looks at him and his glasses fall down his nose.

"What?"