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The Hogwarts Christmas Orb	By : Nerys Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 8467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N: Story is not yet beta'd. My apologies for any silly errors that I might have missed. English is not my native language.

I'm using one thing in this fanfic from the HP-movies that wasn't in the HP-books. Don't worry, it's not Voldemort hugging Draco. ;)

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The Hogwarts Christmas Orb

Prologue

Christmas, 1954

It normally was a dark, dense forest, but this night, pine trees trembled under the weight of the massive amounts of snow on their branches. There also lay at least fifteen inches of snow on the ground. It made an Illumination Charm unnecessary as he trotted though the forest. Snow stilled the noises you ordinarily heard in forests at night, making it unusually quiet around him and emphasising the sounds he made. At last he’d reached his destination. The whiteness of the clearing in the moonlight was almost too bright to witness. The snow crunched underneath his boots as he stepped out from behind the covers of the large bushes. One branch nearly swept in his handsome, pale face, but he incinerated it before it dare touch his almighty being.

Fortunately, it had stopped snowing before he’d entered the forest. He didn’t expect that to last though, they’d said there’d be heavy snowfall for days to come. As he moved forward into the clearing—wand in his gloved hand— his tall, dark figure and blood-red eyes stood out spectacularly amongst all that whiteness. The hooded figure stopped at the centre of the clearing, his thick winter-cloak swaying lightly in the wind. He flicked his wand at the sky above him, producing red sparks that spread like fireworks.

A second later, he heard the expected sounds of ringing bells. A dark shade in the sky approached him. With a thunderous noise, a sleigh pulled by eight reindeers landed in a circle around him.

‘Ho, ho, ho!’ the man pulling the reigns yelled, slowing the sleigh down to a full stop. Agile, he jumped out of the sleigh. ‘Lord Voldemort, I presume,’ he said, holding out his black gloved hand.

Tom didn’t take it, staring baffled at the big-bellied man in his completely red suit with white fur trimmings on the edges. He wore a broad black belt, black boots, black gloves and a ridiculous red hat with white fur trimmings at the edge and a white fur ball at the tip. ‘You actually really wear that ridiculous outfit?’ he asked, non to flattering.

Santa Claus dropped his hand. Ignoring the comments on his looks, he said, ‘I received your message, Mr Voldemort. I have to say it’s been quite some time since a wizard contacted me, so I decided to come see who had the nerve to demand things from me.’

The tall, handsome young man with the blood-red eyes lowered his hood. ‘I suggest you accept my proposal,’ he said coldly. ‘You wouldn’t want to lose your ability to gain access to people’s houses at Christmas. How unfortunate such an event must be for you.’

‘Are you threatening me?’ Santa Claus asked, twisting his white moustache.

‘Merely painting you a picture, Mr Claus. You’ve obtained a … fascinating method of ensuring your immortality. I quite applaud your ingenuity. All the distress it must cause those loving families, beautiful. I, however, have no interest to devour children—naughty or nice, they’re a bit too sweet for my taste buds.’

‘Lord Voldemort, as much as I would love to help you out, I can hardly meet my quota. So many ward their chimneys these days. It would be impossible to eat more children. I’ll be discovered.’

‘You’ve been focusing too much on wizarding stock. It’s time you branched out.’ Riddle pulled a flask from his pocket. ‘Spray this in the air on Christmas Eve and the snow that follows will allow you to sate your hunger on Muggle filth. No more worries about wards and curses. Do we have a deal?’

Hungrily, Santa Claus looked at the flask in Riddle’s hand. ‘That really does what you say it does?’

‘I’m sticking my life on it, am I not?’

‘If I can eat Muggle children, too, I can be done so much faster. I suppose … I could eat several more to sustain your immortality as well. You have a deal.’

Dark lightning streamed through the air, ensuring the vows were sealed.

‘Perfect,’ Riddle said, pulling an orb out of his pocket. ‘I have just the place where we can reside in.’ He held it out, showing a snowy landscape that hosted the Hogwarts castle.

‘I’ve already done my part.’ He pointed to a miniature, lone figure, standing on top of the Astronomy Tower. ‘Now it’s time you do yours, Mr Claus. You know the words.’

Santa Claus pulled off his black leather glove and pressed a silver knife into his palm while chanting. His blood dripped on the glass of the orb and went straight through it, turning into red snow. Soon, the entire landscape was blood-red. Tom Riddle whisked his wand at the orb, casting non-verbally. A purple jet of light connected him with the orb and Mr Claus. The sound of bells jingling filled the air and he briefly saw a sleigh flying inside the orb before the landscape turned back to its previous condition. Inside Hogwarts a light got turned on. The figure on the tower was gone.

‘It was nice doing business with you,’ Riddle said, accepting the orb back in exchange for the flask.

‘The pleasure is all mine,’ Santa said, smirking. ‘You should do something about your skin.’

‘What about it?’

‘Your appearance has changed from how you arrived here. People may notice and start asking questions you don’t want to answer.’

Riddle transfigured the snow around him into a standing mirror and admired his new waxy and oddly distorted face. His eyes had remained in that permanent bloody look, making his new skin stand out even more. He caressed it, relishing at how it showed that he’d become more than a mere human. He was no longer the spitting image of his filthy Muggle father. He was Lord Voldemort, the greatest wizard of all time, and there was no need to hide that.
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