Harry Potter and the characters depicted in this story do not belong to me.
They are the sole property of J.K. Rowlings.
It was Christmas and Harry was visiting the Burrow. Torn wrapping paper was strewn across the floor, gifts piled opened in corners and unopened under the tree. Harry was comfortably ensconced in an unoccupied corner, watching the festivities. So this is what Christmas is really like, he thought to himself. It was nice. Everyone was so happy.
Ginny was playing elf and passing out the presents, a red and white santa cap on her curly locks. Ron and Hermione were merrily arguing over some triviality while Mr. Weasely inspected the vacuum cleaner he'd received. Mrs. Weasley was trying to stop the twins from setting off mischief on Charlie. Harry thought the entire thing was the most beautiful picture he'd ever seen.
Ginny came up to him with a lumpy package in green tinsel paper with a red bow on top. "This one's for you Harry."
He took it, expecting the traditional Weasely sweater that he secretly loved, although he wouldn't tell Ron. To his surprise the package had more substance than that, landing with a weight in his hands. The family had paused to watch him open it, the same respect they'd showed all the other gifts. Harry carefully undid the sticking charms and set the paper aside to be reused for future wrapping jobs.
In his hands he held a book full of pictures of all his moments with the Weasely family. There was the picture of the quidditch match they'd had in the backyard, there the picture of Ron with the garden gnome clinging visciously to his ear like Bill's earring while Harry and the twins cracked up in the background, there was the picture of the explosion Mr. Weasely created with the muggle microwave.
Harry looked up. "It's wonderful!"
"Oh, mum! Harry doesn't know 'bout the clock neither." Fred spoke up.
George finished that off and explained to Harry. "Mum tried to add you a hand on the family clock back in November but the man only got to it this week. It'll be back from the shop now any day." It hadn't been just a Christmas gesture, that.
Mrs. Weasely continued. "We love you Harry dear."
"Nobody's ever told me that before." He said, completely overwhelmed. His eyes had filled up and he was trying desperately not to embarrass himself and cry.
Mrs. Weasely smiled. "Oh, come here you." She pulled him into a big hug and the whole family piled on. Harry decided he liked Christmas the best.
It was Christmas and Harry was visiting the Burrow. Torn wrapping paper was strewn across the floor, gifts piled opened in corners and unopened under the tree. Harry was comfortably ensconced in an unoccupied corner, watching the festivities. So this is what Christmas is really like, he thought to himself. It was nice. Everyone was so happy.
Ginny was playing elf and passing out the presents, a red and white santa cap on her curly locks. Ron and Hermione were merrily arguing over some triviality while Mr. Weasely inspected the vacuum cleaner he'd received. Mrs. Weasley was trying to stop the twins from setting off mischief on Charlie. Harry thought the entire thing was the most beautiful picture he'd ever seen.
Ginny came up to him with a lumpy package in green tinsel paper with a red bow on top. "This one's for you Harry."
He took it, expecting the traditional Weasely sweater that he secretly loved, although he wouldn't tell Ron. To his surprise the package had more substance than that, landing with a weight in his hands. The family had paused to watch him open it, the same respect they'd showed all the other gifts. Harry carefully undid the sticking charms and set the paper aside to be reused for future wrapping jobs.
In his hands he held a book full of pictures of all his moments with the Weasely family. There was the picture of the quidditch match they'd had in the backyard, there the picture of Ron with the garden gnome clinging visciously to his ear like Bill's earring while Harry and the twins cracked up in the background, there was the picture of the explosion Mr. Weasely created with the muggle microwave.
Harry looked up. "It's wonderful!"
"Oh, mum! Harry doesn't know 'bout the clock neither." Fred spoke up.
George finished that off and explained to Harry. "Mum tried to add you a hand on the family clock back in November but the man only got to it this week. It'll be back from the shop now any day." It hadn't been just a Christmas gesture, that.
Mrs. Weasely continued. "We love you Harry dear."
"Nobody's ever told me that before." He said, completely overwhelmed. His eyes had filled up and he was trying desperately not to embarrass himself and cry.
Mrs. Weasely smiled. "Oh, come here you." She pulled him into a big hug and the whole family piled on. Harry decided he liked Christmas the best.