I had finally started to drift off to sleep. It was so peaceful. The other beds in my dorm were empty.They had all gone home for Christmas. I didn't have to listen to them droning on about what they wanted for Christmas, who they were going to visit and what they would have for Christmas dinner. It was all so pointless.
All of the sudden, my hand felt like it was plunged into ice. My eyes shot open. I looked at my hand and saw there was a ghost's hand on mine. Well, actually, kind of in mine. My eyes followed the ghost's arm up to his face where I was surprised to see the Bloody Baron.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, cautiously. "Your the Slytherin ghost. I'm a Ravenclaw."
"Tonight that is not the case." He stated. "Tonight I am the ghost of Christmas past."
I chuckled. I knew I was dreaming now. The ghost of Christmas past, sure. Maybe Jacob Marley was outside the door. I smiled and closed my eyes again.
"Come with me now" he ordered.
"Let me sleep." I mumbled.
Suddenly I felt as if I had been doused with icy water. The Bloody Baron had passed completely through me. I would have to humor him or I'd never get any sleep. Apparently, if too many kids go home for the holidays the ghosts get bored.
"Fine." I said, as rudely as I could muster. The Bloody Baron still kind of scared me a little bit.
"We have little time." he said, touching my hand again, but this time the room started spinning. I had to close my eyes. When I opened them, I saw the shack that my family had lived in when I was little. There was a tiny pine tree in the corner with a few paper decorations. Under the tree were three small packages wrapped in newspaper.
I knew where this was going. I didn't need to relive this.
"You will watch!" the Baron shouted at me as if reading my mind.
I watched my seven year old self take the three presents from under the tree. I unwrapped a plastic soldier, a whistle and a rag doll. I crept outside the house and went to the large tree behind the house. I climbed it and put the presents in a large hole in the trunk. I climbed back down and went to bed.
Time passed quickly now and my little brother and sister ran out to the pine tree. Disappointment showed on their faces as they realized there were no presents.
I watched myself laugh at them.
"I told you there was no Santa Claus!" I heard myself tease them.
"Proud of yourself?" the Bloody Baron asked me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched my brother and sister cry.
"I want to go back to Hogwarts now." I whispered.
"You're not going anywhere yet!" he raged at me. "You have more to see!"
I didn't need to see more, but he showed me. All of the Christmas holidays that I had ruined over the years. The hurt that I caused not only my brother and sister, but my parents as well.
I was crying hard now. It was awful to watch. I couldn't believe all of the terrible things I had done.
The Bloody Baron looked at me.
"Yes...now I think I can take you back."