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All I Want Next Christmas Is…by BobotuberPus
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowing characters created by JK Rowling.
Four year old Adrian Malfoy was setting up the new PlayPotions set he got for Christmas when the fireplace across from him burst into green flames, heralding the arrival of his godmother.
“Aunt Pansy!” he cried delightedly, as he rushed into her eager arms.
“Hello, sweeting, “she crooned, sweeping him into a welcome embrace. “Did you have a nice Christmas?”
“Yes! I got lots and lots of presents. Look at what Uncle Snape got me!” he said proudly, taking her hand and leading her towards his PlayPotions set. At four, Snape was a lot easier to say than Severus, and “Uncle” was an honorary title that his mother insisted he use for a close friend of the family’s. Much like he called his godmother “Aunt.”
“So, did you get everything you wanted for Christmas?” asked Pansy, as she wryly inspected the PlayPotions set. I’d have expected Granger to give this to him, not Snape, she thought.
“All except for one. Dad gave me a training broom and Mum got me a talking otter plushie. Only it only speaks Japanese. It’s supposed to learn me a new language.” Ah, that’s more like it, thought Pansy. She didn’t bother to correct his grammar.
“Say, where are your Mum and Dad? I know they weren’t expecting me until dinner, but I thought I’d pop in earlier to spend some quality time with my favorite godson. “
“Aunt Pansy, I am your only godson, “Adrian reminded her sagely. “And Mum and Dad are upstairs. I’m not supposed to disturb them until the big hand is at the twelve and the little hand is at the four.” He nodded towards the clock on the mantle. “They’re working on that Christmas present I didn’t get. Nanny said if I left them alone, there’s a good chance I might get it for next Christmas.”
What present could take a whole year to plan? Curious, she asked, “So, what was it you asked for this year that you didn’t get?
He shrugged, as if it was the simplest thing in the world, “A baby brother or sister.” Then, remembering something, he looked at her hopefully, “Do you think I’ll get one? I mean, you gave Uncle Harry a baby last month and it wasn’t even Christmas!”