The Raggedy Man

It's the year of 2026 and Lily Luna Potter is in her final year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Lily is eighteen and is ready to decide on what she wants to do in life after her amazing time at Hogwarts. However, a raggedy man in a blue police box arrives and her life is turned upside-down. The wizarding world is in danger and instead of focusing on her future, Lily needs to focus on keeping alive.
(My entry for the crossover competition!)


8. Presents and the Statue

   "Open yours from me first!", I whispered as I slid my wrapped presents towards Daisy.

   It was seven o'clock in the morning on Christmas Day and Daisy and I were sat in the Gryffindor common room on the plush scarlet sofas. No one else was awake yet except a couple of first years, who were meant to be keeping quiet in order not to wake everyone else up but they were giggling, opening their presents with much ripping of paper.

   "Yum!", exclaimed Daisy quietly as her sweets fell out of the wrapping paper onto her lap. "Thanks!".  She passed me a neatly wrapped present and I ripped the paper off to reveal Quidditch Through the Ages. I grinned; Daisy knew that I wanted my own copy of the book for ages since I had to keep borrowing it from the library and Albus had taken my dad's copy.

   We sat curled up in our pyjamas, chatting away by the fire. Slowly, more and more Gryffindors started to file into the room, bright eyed and excited. The room was filled with people laughing and thanking each other or talking about the feast.

   We wouldn't have breakfast, we would wait till twelve o'clock when our bellies were empty and rumbling, ready to be filled with mouth watering food. It some how made the food seem even more delicious when we finally ate.

   An hour passed of sitting in the common room talking and I was starting to get impatient. I wanted to go to the feast straight away, then visit The Doctor afterwards. Of course, I would bask in my final Christmas meal at Hogwarts but I couldn't help squirming with impatience to see him. Apparently, this was noticeable.

   "Are you okay? You can't sit still", Daisy remarked.

   "I'm fine, just hungry", I shot back.

   "Let's go see Sarah and Clara now, I said that we'd meet them around now in the library", Daisy told me.

   After we were changed into warm, woolen jumpers and many layers of socks to keep our toes from freezing, I grabbed the bag with Sarah and Clara's presents in (along with The Doctor's, hidden down at the bottom of the bag) and we made our way down to the library. Daisy was strolling along chatting merrily while I was answering rapidly with a quick laugh and was charging along the hallways. She was taking so long that she started to frustrate me, something Daisy never made me feel.

   "You're acting weird", Daisy said, narrowing her eyes. "It is a boy you're fretting about isn't it?".

   "No, it's none of your business", I said, thrusting my nose up in the air with attitude.

   "Okay, okay", Daisy giggled.  "That fiery red hair of yours really does give you a temper and attitude". She flicked my hair and I laughed, swatting her away. Inside, I felt the need to snap out at her but I knew I had to control myself; Daisy hadn't done anything wrong. I needed to keep calm down, otherwise my friends would get more suspicious. Why was I feeling this way about one of my best friends? Never before had I been annoyed with her, especially over nothing.

    We entered the library to see Sarah and Clara dressed just as warm as us, with wrapping paper laid in  ripped pieces across the table in front of them. We greeted each other with itchy woolen hugs and exchanged presents. Clara had baked us each three buttercream-topped cupcakes, complete with magical, and edible, glistening snowflakes. Clara's face flushed as we thanked her but you could tell she was pleased.  Sarah gave me a wonderfully put together photo album of the four of us from every Christmas which made me laugh. In our first year photo, we were waving at the camera wildly, chubby cheeked with uniform a little too big for us, sat eating our Christmas feast. In the latest photo, we were having a snowball fight in the courtyard with snow falling around us heavily. In the wizarding world, the photographs moved so it was like having a slideshow of every Christmas available in just one book.

   "It's beautiful!", I smiled at Sarah. My presents seemed dismal next to all the effort Sarah and Clara put in but they seemed happy with what I got them. "I'm going to go to the Owlery now, Oswin will be waiting there with a present from home!".

   I left the library and went to the Owlery. The Owlery was an extremely tall tower, a spiral staircase winding all the way up to the top. It was filled with boxes allocated to each owl, where our owls would stay when they had nothing else to do or they would sometimes leave mail there. Oswin never usually came at Christmas feasts so I assumed she was waiting there. Unfortunately, Oswin's box was right at the very top.

   I was stepping cautiously up the stairs, clinging onto the handrail because they were covered in a layer of ice. I reached the very top and I stopped to catch my breath. Secretly, the reason I stopped was to look out one of the windows to see if I could catch a glimpse of a blue time machine waiting among the forest. Of course it wasn't there.

   Something else was.

   I squinted my eyes to see but I was too far away to see it clearly. From where I was, it looked like a still statue of a person with stone grey wings coming from its back. I couldn't make out any significant features. Weird, I thought. How did that get there?

   Oswin greeted me with a soft hoot and a parcel with a letter attached. I smiled, taking the parcel and she nipped me affectionately. I opened the envelope on the letter and unfolded it.

   Dear Lily,

     Merry Christmas! It's strange not having you here with us to celebrate Christmas. We're all missing you and hope that you have a great day. Everyone's round here already and there is not a single unwrapped present left! It's like having a house full of children, your dad and Uncle Ron are the worst! At this moment, they are having a very competitive game of wizard chess, I'm sure you can imagine it! We shall write back soon, keep safe Lily and enjoy your Christmas break.

    Love from, all your family.


    I then opened the parcel and a wooly scarf fell out. I grinned to myself. Yes, it was my mother's usual knitted scarf. This year it was a green one embroidered with golden snitches. Hidden among the parcel was also some home-made Christmas cake. My frustrated mood lifted immediately and I moved back down the icy steps swiftly but carefully, clutching my presents. The thought of the strange statue had left my mind completely and I skipped back all the way along the halls of Hogwarts, feeling overjoyed after having heard from my family.

    Later I would see The Doctor and it would be the best Christmas ever.

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