My dad is famous. It's a lot to live up to, especially since I look exactly like him. They all expect me to be exactly like him too. But I can't. Where am I going to find an evil wizard like Voldemort to defeat?

Christmas is the worse, though. Because one person never expected me to be like my dad. Alice Longbottom. But she isn't here for me anymore, because I was stupid.

There were Christmases when she was mine.

OoOoO

Merry Christmas.

Did you notice one less pair of hands, Al?

Did you, in all of the family that was sure to have surrounded you, notice I was gone?

Was Fred late again?

Did Lily and Josh disappear to snog again?

I want the mistletoe to be taken down. I don't want to think about it anymore. Everything I want is in a snow covered village miles away.

My mom is in the kitchen. She's making dinner and worrying about me. I would say I'm fine, but I can't lie to her.

I sent you a card. Did you get it? It said, 'Seasons greetings! I hope you're well!' Note the extra exclamation marks put there to convey happiness and excitement.

It was a failure.

I included an angelica too. I know they are—were—your favorite flowers because of your father.

Your famous father.

You know, I was doing fine. I was surviving. But then the nights began to get cold, and I couldn't survive.

I couldn't do it.

And now, Al, you are there with your huge family—apparently missing James, because he and Katie are laughing near the fireplace. That was us, you know. Back when you were mine.

I miss you.

I don't own HP or Last Christmas by Taylor Swift, because this was pretty much that song. I really want to make a multi-chapter out of this, though probably after NaNoWriMo.

Anyway, this is the last chapter. Sob. It's been a great three hours. OCs mentioned in this will all appear in Rebound at one point or another.

Sorry about all the Christmas stuff, but for some reason it feels like it's all I can write today. I wrote what, three Christmas things today? Feel free to come back and re-read (and re-review) in December!