Disclaimer: I don't own anybody in this story!! I did come up with the plot and the new lyrics for twelve days of Christmas...but I don't own that original song either...you'd think these things would be quite obvious to people, and us authors wouldn't be have to be bothered with these annoying disclaimers...oh well. On with the tale!

AN: I know I should be writing another fic...but I couldn't help by do a quick Christmas one :)

This is going to be in Ginny's POV, as are all my stories...so that probably won't come as a surprise, but there may be little bits that are from someone else's view when necessary to the story

Merry Christmas....and to all of you who don't celebrate, please don't be bothered by this story...I don't know why you would take any offence, but if you do please just don't read.

THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

DAY ONE

Ginny Weasley sat up, stretching languidly in her four poster bed. Her fifth year dorm was silent, save for the tapping of snow/hail on the circular window. Her dorm mates had just left for the Christmas holidays, leaving Ginny blissfully alone in the room. She pulled the red velvet hangings aside with a flourish, revealing the pale morning light of dawn. Christmas had always been Ginny's favorite time of year. While most people took the opportunity to sleep in, Ginny woke early, never able to stay sleeping when she could be trudging through the snowy grounds, listening to the suits of armor sing Christmas carols, helping Professor Flitwick with the decorations...

She grabbed one of her favorite green Weasley jumpers from her trunk. It was old, and had actually once belonged to Charlie. The sleeves hung over her hands, and the waist came down to mid thigh. It had a picture of a red dragon in the center. (Charlie had always loved dragons) With her red hair tumbling down her back she looked quite festive indeed. Ginny smiled at her reflection, applying a dab of chocolate flavored lip gloss.

"My aren't we cheery today." Commented the mirror.

It was from the mirrors reflection that Ginny noticed it wasn't snow that was making the tapping noise against the window. It was a sleek tawny owl looking very irritated at having been ignored in the cold for this long.

Ginny quickly let the poor animal in and it gratefully flew through the window and shook the snow off it's feathers, landing on Ginny's battered trunk. Tied to it's leg was a fancy green envelope, bordered with gold holly. There was no name on the envelope, so Ginny hesitated before grabbing it. Then realizing she was the only one living there at the moment, she excitedly took the envelope from the waiting owl.

It's a bit early for Christmas cards... she thought absently, figuring it was from one of her brothers.

Ginny opened the envelope with care, not wanting to ruin the beautiful designs. Inside, a small bit of parchment fell to the floor. Ginny picked it up and began to read:

On the first day of Christmas,

your true love gave to you

A tawny owl, with attitude.

Ginny turned the parchment over, her heart beating erratically, but that was all that was written. "That's odd..." Ginny remarked, looking at the scarlet ink, re-reading the short verse. She recognized the song from the suits of armor. Though whoever had written it had altered the lyrics. She glanced up at the tawny owl, who was still looking a bit miffed. It had a green collar on, with a tag hanging from it. Putting the note down, Ginny carefully removed the collar off the owl, and it hooted gratefully. The tag had one word written on it, in the same sophisticated writing as the letter.

'Kringle'

"Is that your name boy?" Ginny asked him.

Kringle hooted in assent, puffing out his chest arrogantly.

Ginny laughed, it was amazing how much Kringle had just reminded her of Percy. She stroked the owls feathers gently. It's colors varied from black to white. It seemed to have a bit of every color in it. It's eyes were a deep brown, much like Ginny's.

"You're a handsome fellow aren't you?" Ginny remarked. Kringle gave her a look that said very plainly 'you would have to be crazy not to notice that.'

Ginny picked up the short letter once again, hoping she had missed something.

Nothing.

It was the same as it had been the last time she read it. No name, it hadn't really even been addressed to her...

Ginny sighed, thinking that it had probably been an unfortunate mistake. No one she knew would send her an owl after all. Especially one as expensive as Kringle had obviously been. And she definitely didn't have a true love, no matter how much she wished Harry would suddenly notice her existence.

Then again...Kringle didn't look like he would make a mistake in destination too easily (unlike Errol and Pig). Since there was no one else staying in her dorm, he had to be for her right?

And who else but Harry Potter would be able to afford such a gift, and want it to be anonymous. He was probably afraid Ron would find out and get all big-bortherish on him.

Ginny shook her head, wishful thinking Gin. She told herself firmly. But she couldn't help but make a mental note to check his handwriting when she got the chance.

Ginny let Kringle back out the window to fly up to the Owlery. She put the slip of parchment in her pocket to bring with her throughout the day. When she entered the Great Hall for breakfast she had a big smile plastered on her face.

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I'll keep this nice and short:

I hope you like the story so far, I got this idea in my head and couldn't resist making a cute fic out of it.

I'm sorry to all of you non-fluffers, but this story might contain a bit of that...what can you do It's Christmas after all.

cheers

Imp