Come For Christmas

Harry sighed as the quill obediently scratched the final words down on the parchment in front of him. He was so tired. He’d been working like a dog for the past few days, trying to get the flat organized in time for Severus’s homecoming. He removed his glasses and placed them on the desk, rubbing his eyes wearily. One more letter to write, and then he planned to get to bed early for a change.