A/N: I wrote this while at work, I was made to stuff the company Christmas cards into the envelopes and seal them… the funny thing is that I will probably get one… lol. So I don't know what made this story kinda sad, but it is what it is… I know the first chapter is kinda short… but I hope to update soon… I don't really do anything at work…

Oh, and I don't own harry potter, or Christmas cards… besides the ones I will be getting in the mail

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Harry sat at his desk in the manor staring at a stack of envelopes, or three stacks to be precise; one of cards, one of envelopes, and one of envelopes stuffed full of cards. It was Christmas time, and as every year he was filling out cards, and debating what to write in them, as he heard a knock on the door.

He called out "enter", and a young girl with long straight dark hair entered wearing a plaid, fleece nightgown. "Father… what are you doing?" asked the child as she came over to climb on the man's lap.

"Well Olivia, I'm filling out Christmas cards." He said, as he showed her one of the cards with a picture of a happy couple taking a sleigh ride while it snows.

The 6 year old took the card and glancing from her father to the card asked, "What are Christmas cards?"

Laughing he says, "Christmas cards are what you send out to people to let them know you're thinking of them and you wish them happy holidays. You can send then to teachers, doctors, and bosses almost anyone, and for friends and family you write a special note inside telling them you love them, and wish you could be with them."

Olivia looked at her father and back at the cards, and said "Are you going to send one to my daddy?"

Harry sighed and hugged the little girl to his chest, "Olivia we have talked about this, and I hope you try to understand, but because of certain things that happened before you were born, your daddy can never know about us." He looks into the little girls green eyes hoping to see understanding.

The little girl sinks down a bit on his lap and not quite pouting says, "I know, but you said they were a way to let people know you love them, and wish they were here. Don't you wish you could tell daddy that?"

Hugging Olivia again and kissing her hair, "I wish with all my heart I could do that honey, but if he knew where we were then others could find us, and I have to keep you safe."

"Okay father… I understand you can't talk to daddy." Yawning she says, "I suppose you're going to make me go to bed now, you need to finish these cards, will you tuck me in?"

"Of course I will." Harry stands up and carries the little girl to her room and lays her on her bed, covered with ponies. "Are you sure there is a bed under all these ponies?" he asks her with a smile, as he pushes them aside to make room. Some of the ponies fall on the floor, but Harry grabs them and piles them back on the bed, so the girl is surrounded by her toys.

Olivia laughs as she grabs her favorite pony, a purple one with a silver mane named Silvia. "Of course father." She says as she crawls under the covers. Harry kisses her on the forehead, and says goodnight as he adjusts the blankets around her. "I love you my little one." He says as he walks to the door and turns off the light, but just before he goes he remembers to leave the door cracked a little bit, so the hallway light shines inside the room.

As soon as she hears the door to her fathers' study shut, Olivia get up and rushes to the little desk in the corner of her room. She grabs a piece of paper and her box of crayons. Sitting down the little girls starts coloring, not being about to draw horses and a sleigh, even though ponies are her favorite animal, she starts drawing a snowmen family. Folding the sheet of paper in half, like a card, Olivia starts writing her message. Once done, she sneaks to the door to see if her father is still in his study.

Seeing that his door is still closed, she hurriedly rushes out, trying to be quiet as she makes her way to her fathers' room. Reaching his room, she quickly looks around, and seeing the only movement in the room being an owl in a cage, grins as she walks towards it.

"Hedwig, I have something for you to carry. Father always said that you can find anyone, and I need you to deliver this for me, but father can't know it's a secret." The little girl whispers as she opens the owls' cage. Suddenly glad her father taught her to tie her own shoes; she quickly ties the note to Hedwig's leg, and whispers the name of the person the letter is to be delivered to.

Opening the window quietly she lets the owl outside and watches it fly away for a minute before rushing back to her room, and bed, before her father notices.