Who: Harry Potter, Iris Parkinson
What: Iris sees something she shouldn't and Harry has to trust her to keep it secret secret. Just how immoral is it to bribe a five-year-old?
When: December 23rd, 1999
Status: Complete
Harry flipped open the small box, staring at the sky inside. It was nearly time. Not today, but very, very soon.
He sighed, sitting down on the worst of the bed. Why did he feel so nervous about this? He was sure that Pansy would say yes, but the prospect of you her was still terrifying and he still had worked out exactly how he feels. supposed to ask her.
Harry muttered to himself as they tried to make out ness right words, nearly falling off the bed when light footsteps hurried towards the bedroom. "Harry, Harry, Harry!"
Iris came to a stop and front of him, frightening the hell out of him and then Harry at a loss for words. "What time do you think you'll Christmas will come? Because if I stay up really, really late, do you think you'll see him? I've been really, really good, so I think..." The little girl stopped when she saw my ring and gasp. "Harry! Is that for Pansy?"
Harry panicked. Fuck. She was going to write Pansy and spoil it all. He pressed a finger to her lips. "Shhh," he told her. "Yeah, it's for Pansy, but I really want you to keep it secret secret, Sprite. Can you do that?"
She looked dubiously at him. "Whhhhhhhy?" Iris drew out the syllable, peering at the flame, because everyone likes surprises, right?" Harry closed the box and pushed up his glasses. "And I want this to be true really big surprise for her." He hesitated, not really liking what he was up to something. but feeling he needed to shovel it just in time "If you can keep yourself a secret, I promise you I'll write another letter to Father Christmas for you and you him just how brilliant you've been this year."
Iris pouted, looking amazingly like her sister. "Okay," she agreed.
Harry sighed with relief. Maybe this would work after all.
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