Tom lay in his bed staring at the ceiling thinking about this day. Today was Christmas. He rolled over and saw presents at the end of his bed. There were just three. Better than nothing. "ll I get is one at the orphanage" he thought. He reached down and opened the first one. It was covered in red with smiling snowman. He ripped the package open with distaste and found a large, very heavy book. It didn't say who it was from. He flipped through and a smile slowly spread across his face. He set it down and grabbed the next one. It was from Bellatrix. He smiled knowing it was something weird and set it down next to the last one. The last one was from the orpahnage. It was a pie and he ate it in a second. Tom put these things in his trunk and went back to bed. He didn't like Christmas. It was the day he had killed his "father". He pulled up the covers and went to sleep.