Multi-fandom Oneshots

A Present To Last Forever {Harry Potter}

I put the finishing touches on everything downstairs. Turning around myself allows me to see that everything is perfect and in place. I can't stop from squealing before I bolt up the stairs to wake Harry. He was going to be so surprised!

I stop running as I reach our door. Slowly opening it, I see Harry sleeping peacefully in our bed. I bite my lip, smiling down at him. As quietly as I can, I tip-toe over to him before sitting on the side of our bed. Placing a hand on his shoulder, I begin to wake him.

"Harry, wake up Harry," I say soothingly. Ever since the war, Harry hadn't been reacting well to sudden or loud movements and voices. He always rushed into the kitchen, looking worried about me whenever the kettle blew, when he had a bad dream, shouting over his screams to wake him up only seemed to make it worse, and he always watched when someone walked into the room.

It had been only a couple short years since it all happened. No one had fully recovered. And I don't know if Harry ever would.

But I wanted to make Christmas special for him. He hadn't had much luck growing up and ever since we met the Weasley's, they've made this time of year so much better. But this was our first Christmas together in our new home. And it was going to be wonderful.

"Harry, wake up now, love," I say softly, shaking him a tad more firmly. My hands immediately left him when his eyes screwed up and his face twisted. His eyes fluttered open and they instantly surveillanced the room before falling onto me. Then he smiled.

"Hello, darling," he mumbles, his voice still raspy from sleep. My heart skips a beat as I smile down at him. I place my hand in his.

"Merry Christmas!" I announce softly yet excitingly, a bright smile on my face. His brows shoot up.

"Oh, right! It's Christmas," he says, making me chuckle.

"Still waking up then?" I respond, making us both laugh. He grunts as he sits up, his free arm widening to stretch his joints.

When finished, he looks to me and kisses me sweetly. I smile as we separate before leaning in and stealing another; making him chuckle.

"Ok come on, let's head downstairs," I say, jumping up and tugging in his arm lightly.

"And what exactly is downstairs?" He asks, brow raised with a slight turn of his lips. My face drops.

"Your presents, of course! Well, our presents, but I really want you to open what I got you. I think you'll really love it," I say, almost bouncing on the balls of my feet. His whole face seems to widen.

"You got me presents?" He asks, turning over to sit on the edge of the bed. I quickly walk in between his legs. I don't laugh at him, but rather smile and look down at him as if he were loony.

"Of course I got you presents. And others did too," I inform him, only making him look more shocked.

As cute as his reactions were, they could also make me sad. Because while his surprise was adorable, I knew he was surprised because the Dursley's and their mistreatment. They never gave him big gifts or expensive gifts or much of anything at all. It all went to his spoiled cousin. Ugh, I remember meeting that lug when I went to Harry's old home with the Weasley's. He was a horrid thing. They all were.

But I liked to believe he had been having good Christmases ever since he was eleven. The Weasley's, myself, and all our other friends made sure of that. Good people and meaningful gifts, the perfect combination.

We weren't due at the Weasley's for some time now and I hoped that this morning with me would be merry as well.

I watch Harry's reaction carefully as I lead him down the stairs and into our living room. His loud gasp did surprise me though as he stopped us half way down the steps.