Christmas Day for Harry Potter, age eight, was a calm child, and knew that in the Christmas holiday no one will be out in the park, so Harry would be able to use the swing set without having to worrying about his cousin Dudley and his gang coming over to throw snow at him or steal the one decent jacket he owned and throw it up in the trees.

But it was good right now, because Dudley was busy playing with all his presents. The dozen video games he got, the several new movies, and toys which he'll never use more then once. All Harry got was old hand-me-downs and leftover food which Dudley made sure was near to none; adding to his whale size clothing.

Yet that didn't bother Harry right now because he didn't know why, but he felt as if he was being watched. At least he thought he was, but why would anyone be watching him.

Of course it didn't help that it was beginning to snow heavy again which made the houses and streets around him blurry, but that's just it, ONLY the house and street around him.

As far as he could tell, it was barely snowing around the park. Probably another one of those freakish thing Harry did that his Aunt and Uncle hatted.

Freakish thing had been happening lately around Harry which he noticed.

When Harry was being chased by Dudley and his gang, Harry swore he there was no ice on the floor before him, but that didn't stop Dudley slipping on the ice there after.

Then there was the time Harry was at the park before where Dudley's gang tried to surround him until he swore he saw snowmen moving and throwing snowballs at them.

Although no one but him could seem to remember those things because as far as he could tell the next day, it was as if it didn't happen. It was like magic.

But that couldn't be true, because magic didn't exist, so why is it that there was a strange blurry thing coming his way or the fact it looked like a giant white dog.

At least what he thinks is a white dog, because it looked more like a ghost of a dog, but that can't be. Harry knows ghost aren't real, but that didn't stop him from seeing it.

It danced around in the cold snow having the time of its life.

It was as big as a polar bear and probably could pass off as a Christmas decoration if people didn't pay close attention to its wispy form.

But Harry knows that nobody on Privet Drive would have such a decoration, let alone, put it in the park.

Then it got closer to him.

It looks familiar enough, but he could not remember ever seeming a big dog like this one before?

Maybe his parents had one? Before the car crash that is, but he doubted that Harry could even know this dog in particular. What are the chances a dog that use to belong to his parents would find him here?

But that didn't seem to stop the dog from getting closer to Harry, because it certainly seemed to know him.

It got close, close enough to touch which Harry found himself doing anyway. The dog gave a glow to it but he couldn't seem to touch it, but it could certainly touch him, it was warm like a summer day against the cold.

It started to pull at Harry to follow which Harry listened and followed leading him to a corner of the park to a bench blanketed by snow. But that didn't seem to be what the ghost dog wanted to show him. If anything, it was the thing below the bench, barely covered by light snow.

It was a box. There wasn't anything special as to say about the box because no one seemed to notice it was there for quite some time.

It was plain without ribbon or decoration, so Harry was not sure why or when he made his way to the box and opened it after noticing a small tag addressed to the one and only Harry Potter.

It smelled amazing! Sandwiches and Soups, Chocolates and Candycanes, Cake and Cookies. More food then what Harry thought could fit in there. Probably enough to last him till January if his lucky.

Someone must have knew Harry was going to come over to the park and left the box here for him. Maybe it was Santa!

But Santa isn't real, everyone says so. But Harry didn't know anyone who would give him presents, or owned a ghost dog, or anyone with a box that keeps food warm and fresh for weeks as Harry was about to find out later.

So it came to Harry's conclusion that this was the work of an angel. A nice Angel, who owned a giant ghost dog and a place of good food.

This was a nice Christmas. A happy one.

Bonus
•queue the crying fan girls.

•Happy Holidays.

•Chapters will be twice a month and this one isn't the second one.