Harry Potter Christmas Present Novels & Stories

“I thought Vampires don’t believe in Christmas?” “Let’s just say that one of them believes in it now. Me.” Jonathan handed me the box he was holding. “For you. There are gifts for the baby, too. Feel free to open them anytime. But before that…” He handed me the star, the biggest I’d ever seen. “I haven’t finished decorating the tree yet. The star is still missing. Do you want to put it on yourself?” It took a while before I accepted it. And when I did, Jonathan vanished. When he came back, he was already holding a ladder.

When Grainne came home, Harry stood up happily, showing her half-finished craft work, "Mom, here's the pumpkin lantern that our teacher told us to make at home, Uncle William did it with us. It's Harry! What do you think, isn't it beautiful?" This pumpkin lamp has just finished the frame and has not yet been shaped and colored, but the meticulousness and sophistication of the maker can be seen. Grainne patted Harry's head and smiled. "Yeah, Harry did the best, did you thank Uncle William?" Harry immediately nodded: "I thanked William already! Mom, Uncle William bought you a big toy today!" Saying that, he ran back to his room and pulled out a gift bag bigger than himself, inside was a giant

“Just wait. There’s more.” Then he turned to the little girl. “Haze, there’s another present for you. I think Santa stopped off here last night.” “He did?” Hayzel’s eyes went wide as saucers as her smile danced in her eyes. “What did he bring?” “Open it and find out,” Kaleb encouraged her and pointed to a big white box with a red ribbon. “How come it has holes in the top?” she asked. “You’ll see.” Sparkle already guessed it. She squeezed Kaleb’s hand as they watched Hayzel carefully lift off the lid of the box and peer inside.

Harlan that burned hotter than the fake fireplace flickering in the corner of the room. Mr. Harlan, her history teacher, leaned against his desk, loosening his tie. At thirty-five, he had that rugged look, broad shoulders, stubble shadowing his jaw, eyes that lingered too long on her during lectures. The mistletoe hung innocently above the door, a joke from the faculty party earlier. "Mr. Harlan?" Elena's voice was soft, hesitant, as she stepped closer, her boots clicking on the linoleum. She clutched a wrapped gift in her hands, red paper with a bow. "I... I got you something. For the holidays."

“Oh, Mrs Smith, of course you can. You always pay your rent on time. So I understand.” “Thank you, Ms Caroline. I’ll send the payment to your account immediately.” “No problem, Mrs Smith. My regards to your husband. And I got something for Hailey. Pass by anytime you are free to pick it up. The last time she was here, she was excited about a fairy she saw while watching a cartoon. I got her the costume.” “Oh, Ms Caroline, thank you so much. She does love fairies. She would be so excited. I will pass by within this week. I will bring her along.”

Noelle removed the wrapping and held up a new squeaky toy for Goldie who barked with glee and then took it out of Noelle’s hands to investigate more. Brady reached beneath the tree and pulled out another gift. “This one’s for you, buddy,” he said to Pooch, unwrapping a new bone. The gift had Pooch giddy with excitement. He took it and dragged it across the floor, already gnawing on the end. “What about me?” Noelle asked. “Where’s my one Christmas Eve present?” “Didn’t you already open one at your mom’s house?” Brady asked, a twinkle in his eye.

Rhett grinned as he joined them, naked but for the artwork on his skin. “Your turn,” Talen told him and crossed to where there were more gift bags, lifting free a fourth red halter. “What did you do? Raid a Concordian sex shop?” Rhett laughed at him. “Something like that,” Talen smirked. “Actually, this is my Christmas present to little demon, or part of it. Which is why the three of you come gift wrapped,” he chuckled as he said it.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

Once everyone had one, including Olivia and Knox who looked really confused, did she clap her hands. "Okay open." All at once everyone ripped into their present, wrapping paper flying. Once I had mine open I looked inside and shook my head. Beside me Knox pulled his out just as I did. Holding it out in front of me I saw the ugliest sweater. It was black, green, and red with snowflakes and little christmas trees all over it. Putting it down I pulled out the red and black plaid PJ bottoms. I looked over at Knox and Olivia. Olivia was grinning widely and I could see her eyes were a little glassy. Knox just stared at his like he was unsure what it was for. Mom must have seen their faces for she

Do you want me to open it myself? After the "gifts" of fucking Harry, he personally developed a sickly phobia, his palms sweated, even if he unwrapped a gift from his mother at Christmas. "I don't think there's a bomb," she smiled. Austin sniffed excitedly at the hole in the box, scratched it with his paw. Kit knelt down before sending, pulled the ends of the ribbons, untying them, lifted the cardboard lid and covered her mouth with her hand - two round, attentive, dull blue eyes looked at her from the box. Fishing a fat, furry, terribly serious puppy out of the box, she hugged him to her chest. Tears rolled down their cheeks. The card was attached to the collar: