Harry Potter fan fiction
Darkness had fallen hours ago, blessing the majority of people with a peaceful night of sleep and a recharge of their bodies for the following day. In the head of the Weasley clan's magically extended household, twenty six people lay in a variety of beds, all fast asleep and dreaming of things unbeknownst to anyone but themselves.
That is, unless you counted the raid going on in the kitchen by James Potter and Fred II Weasley for a bottle of Firewhisky. What a gift that would be to bring back to school in the new year!
Then there was Mr and Mrs Weasley, both sat up in bed. Mr Weasley casually turned pages of the Prophet while Mrs Weasley hummed peacefully to what sounded to her like sweet, peaceful music from Celestina Warbeck. Little did she know that her husband Arthur had cast 'muffliato' on himself, so as to be blissfully and temporarily 'deaf' to the dreadful warbling sound filling the room.
In a room further down the hall, Ginny and Harry were 'a little busy', as usual.
George was up in the attic, testing some unknown and probably dangerous new product on the ghoul. Everyone felt quite sorry for the ghoul for a change, the poor sod.
Lily and Hugo had congregated in Hugo's room and were sharing a midnight feast while talking excitedly about Christmas.
Rose, Albus and their best friend Scorpius were all up in Albus' room, which should really be called a den. The loft bed had been installed so that underneath it, there was a curtained area containing the most perfect marauder-in-training space that any young witch or wizard could need (courtesy of Uncle George). It was forty minutes gone midnight, and here sat the three teenagers, animatedly talking in hushed tones about how best to 'celebrate' Christmas day.
In fact, you may as well say half the house was awake.
Teddy Lupin had climbed up onto the roof, and was huddled quietly in a blanket, staring at the stars. He knew that at nineteen he was probably too old to be thinking this, but two of those stars up there were his mum and dad. The bravest people he ever knew. Oh how he missed them.
For every Christmas, those stars would shine bright, smiling down on Teddy and telling him just how much they loved him and missed him too.
All in all, it was just another Christmas at the Weasley household.