Harry knew it was Christmas from the loud chatter echoing in the hallway outside his cupboard one morning. First came Marge, Uncle Vernon’s sister; it seemed like she’d only brought one of her dogs, for there wasn’t much noise. But Harry could tell there was one because the dog’s first instinct was to run to his cupboard door and start scratching. He could hear his uncle pulling the dog away. A bit later, when Dudley had helped Marge carry her large suitcase up the stairs and into Dudley’s second bedroom, A bit later that day, a few more people arrived, but Harry couldn’t tell who they were. Soon he could smell all the delicacies in the kitchen, and his stomach made a loud rumble. Although it smelled nice, nothing could compare to the delicate smell of Hogwarts Christmas feast. It ached in his chest, thinking about Hogwarts. He’d never felt scared at Hogwarts; there he was safe and surrounded by people who cared. He could even feel their care just by being close to them. He'd never felt that before. He wondered for a second if he would have felt the same beside his mother and father, James and Lily Potter. Then he fell asleep again, to the sound of Christmas carols being played far away.