Family Christmas
Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling and anything you recognise belongs to her.
A/N: I know this isn't "Speak Ill of the Dead" but I wanted to write a Christmassy fic because this is one of my favourite times of years. At about three tomorrow I will be waking up my little sister and we'll open our stockings and wait until it's reasonable to wake up our parents so I thought I'd write a one-shot about sisters at Christmas. So have a happy holiday guys, I hope you have a lovely time!
There's a small hand tugging at your hair and a voice whispering to you.
"Meda, Meda, Meda!"
You sit up sleepily and gather the tiny blond girl into your arms and kiss the top of her head. Looking across the dark room you see Bella leaning against the door frame, her eyes gleaming. Cissy is clutching a stocking and when you glance at the end your bed you see you have one too. It isn't from Mother and Father and you're too old to believe in Father Christmas, it's Bella who is your Christmas Fairy. She holds a finger to her lips and you understand that Cissy must believe in Santa, the pair of you must keep her innocence as long as possible.
The three of you snuggle down under your covers and take out the first gift in the red and white stripy socks you each have. Three matching lockets, yours blue, Bella's red and Cissy's pink. Inside each is the same photo, taken last year by Sirius; you're all lying on the floor, holding hands, head touching. Bella does up yours and you do up Cissy's, then you help Cissy do Bella's.
The next thing to come out is chocolate, forbidden treasure. Mother would be horrified. Oh, who cares, she'd hate all of this! You delve through the stockings and find three identical bangles, Slytherin silver and green, Merlin only knows where Bella got those…
Then there are three tiny music boxes which play each of your favourite songs and some Jelly Slugs which terrify Cissy who probably has a mouth under all the chocolate but it's hard to tell. She's bouncing with excitement and you have to remind her that Mother and Father must never find out (she's still keeping this promise thirty years later, as are you. Bella isn't. She's dead)
Last come three minute dolls, one blond, one brunette and one with hair as black as night. You have the one that resembles Cissy, Cissy has Bella and Bella has you (this doll is found in her pocket after Molly Weasley kills her). You cuddle up to your big sister and whisper very quietly in her ear that you'll spend every Christmas forever together (you won't, but Bella always thinks of you, wherever you are.)
Later, at maybe five in the morning, as you lie half asleep against your sisters you decide you'll never forget this and you'll make sure your children have Christmases like this. (Well, Dora's Christmases are fun but you would never agree to giving her sisters so she'll never know what this is like)