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Harry Potter: All I Want for Christmas

Chapter 4: Slytherin

Letter from Draco Malfoy

November 26th, 1987

Dear Santa,

Sorry if this letter arrives a bit soon for your taste, but Mother and Father always insist that I give you enough time to meet my requests. I suppose they have sense-after all, you've always met them in the past. Anyway, it's been another year, and what with me being a good boy (as usual), I suppose I can accept a lot in return.

I've attached my standard list to the back of this parchment. However, there is one thing in particular I would like to stress I desire, and that is a broomstick. A real, honest to magic broomstick. Despite being a Malfoy, I'd even be willing to accept something average. A Cleansweep 7, a Comet 220…of course, I'd much prefer something along the lines of a Nimbus 1700 or perhaps even the 2000 model that's supposed to come out in a few years' time (you're Santa, you can cut ahead of time can't you?). Mother and Father insist that I'm too young for these kinds of brooms, that I'll learn to fly once I start my magical education (you'd still deliver to Hogwarts or Durmstrang won't you?). But you're Santa. I know that you'll give me what I want. I've been so good this year, and Mother in particular assures me that you'll take notice.

Best wishes to my third-favourite benefactor,

Draco Malfoy

Letter from Pansy Parkinson

December 1st, 1987

That's right fatman. It's December. And I'm going to ask you what I've been asking since I was three. I'm gonna keep asking until you give me what I want.

Where's my unicorn?

Where's my unicorn?

Where's my unicorn?

I'm sick of being told that you couldn't fit it on your sleigh. I'm sick of being told that unicorns couldn't take being flown from the North Pole to the UK. I'm sick of every excuse you give every year! What? Aren't the cookies good enough? Do you want more milk in your big, oh so jolly belly? Do your reindeer want better carrots? Well, you'll get all of those things as soon as I get my unicorn!

I'd like to stress that the sooner I get my unicorn, the better. I'll be at Hogwarts in four years' time and they only allow silly pets like cats, toads and owls. Pets that silly, ugly girls giggle at and show to each other. I would of course visit my unicorn in the holidays, but I want to spend as much time with it as possible before that happens. And the sooner I do get my unicorn, the better.

Oh, and there's also a list of other gifts I want this year. And since you've regularly failed to give me my unicorn, you better get me what I want or else I'll start eating the cookies myself!

Just a heads up.

Lots of love,

Pansy

Letter from Vincent Crabbe

December 11th, 1987

Dear Santa,

Few things to talk about. I heard a rumour a few days ago that you also give presents to mudbloods and Muggles. That isn't true is it? I mean, purebloods are a given and half-bloods can earn presents too I guess, but dirt veined people? Come on…help me out here.

But hey, maybe you could give them presents. Like sending flesh eating slug repellent down their chimneys or something.

(How do you fit down those things anyway? I've tried-they're too small. Or I'm getting too big according to mum, but what does she know?)

Anyway, been a good boy this year. Know I'm gonna get good stuff and there's a list on the back of this parchment. However, one thing I really do want that a single entry won't cover is a wand. And added to that, a book of spells.

See, you need a wand to use magic, and I want one now, not four years from now when I'm off to some prissy boarding school. And to learn magic, you need a spellbook. Granted, books are stupid and for little girls, but they're still the best way to learn magic. And I mean real magic. You know, magic I can use to put mudbloods and Muggles in their place. Yeah, I'm not supposed to use it outside school, but who's gonna stop me? Besides, they're dirt-veined swine-I'd be doing the world a favour.

It would also be great to use magic to get food. Mum's trying to cut me down whereas dad says I need to grow up big and strong in case the Dark Lord returns. Either way, I want to learn how to create food from magic. Cakes, sweets, chocolates-all the good stuff, and not that stupid rabbit food mum keeps trying to serve me. Who does she think I am, anyway? Some Muggle who's got to grow food out of the dirt, spreading around the crumbs on their mud floors? And look at you Santa-you're big and jolly and still manage to visit every wizard house over the course of a single night. Who's to stop me from eating what I want?

And hey, if you get me a wand this year, I won't have to stop having half of the cookies each night. We both win!

Well, here's hoping.

All the best,

Vincent Crabbe

Letter from Gregory Goyle

December 24th, 1987

Der Santuh,

This is a leter from Gregory Goyle. Sory for the lat sendig, but I lost trak of the deys. I ned a favor from u-mum and dad sed I wont get any presants do too my bad WOMBET test resalts. However, my speling is geting beter, and ive rely tred hard this yer. I know u wil get me somthing. Her r a few itams.

*Toy bromstik (large seze)

*Fanged frisbea (extra sherp)

*Gabstons (snake pit tipe)

*Screming yoyo (extra lod)

*Stecky triners

Her's heping,

Gregary Goyale

A/N

Well, that's that done. Maybe not the best idea to end the story on Slytherin, but hey, got to have fun with it as well. Even if it's surprisingly difficult to intentionally use poor spelling in Goyle's case-putting that out there in case the site admins go on another purge...

Speaking broadly, something I'll mention is that I admit this story was a bit of a stretch, namely in regards to 6/7 year olds writing such relatively intricate letters to Santa. Still, settled on this as a middleground age-young enough for children to be emotionally invested in Saint Nick, yet old enough to give half-decent writing. Anyway, thanks for all the feedback. Afraid I don't have any other Harry Potter stories on my 'to write' list right now though-currently working on a StarFront story titled Transit of Venus.