A/N: This is just a cute story that popped into my head. Hope you enjoy. As always let me know what you think. Florence xoxoxox
Chapter 1
The burrow at Christmas time was something well for lack of better words, magical. It was also loud, crowded and a home to many. It smelt like fresh baked cookies. There were stocking up everywhere, magical lights strung everyone. Fred and George had bewitched little Santa's to fly around on broom sticks. There was a massive upside down Christmas tree in the den. It felt like home.
Mrs. and Mrs. Weasley were off to a Christmas party at the Ministry leaving all the Weasley's and Hermione and Harry alone at the Burrow. Everyone was off doing their own thing, Fred and George where in their room; you could hear a loud pop here and there. Ginny and Hermione were in jenny's room doing whatever they did when they were alone in there. Ron and Harry were of course in the Kitchen eating, like they almost always were. Even the oldest of Weasley's were there. Bill and Charlie were outside drinking fire whiskey catching up on each other's lives. The only Weasley missing was Percy, which nobody mentioned to keep Mrs. Weasley from crying.
Molly Weasley was telling Harry because she didn't trust Ron to remember when dinner would be done for all them and she had made some cookies but only to be ate after supper. She was fiddling with the stone oven in her nice dressing robes and Arthur kept looking at his watch, impatiently waiting on his wife to leave.
"Oh I have had it with this oven, nothing in this house works it's all falling apart," Molly looked like she was about to go into another fit about the small and cramped house when Arthur pulled her away. "Molly dear, we are going to be late if we don't leave soon. The kids will be fine, Supper will be fine. The house will be," it sounded like he was about to say the house will be fine but as he looked around he could see the magic enchantments on the house looked like they were wearing thin. The oven wasn't staying warm even with the magic. The mantel over the fire place was caving in with stacks of books on it. The stairs were and had been for some time a danger. He looked at the house that he raised his family in, and for once he felt ashamed he could not provide better for his family. Mrs. Weasley seemed to know where her husband's mind had drifted off to and held his hand as if she were finally ready to leave, "the house is fine dear, your family is safe and fed and happy and that's all the matter. Now as someone told me if we don't leave soon we will be late." She kissed her husband on the hand she held and moved them both toward the door. "You kids don't stay up to late; we will be home in the early hours of morning I expect. Don't fight with you brothers and don't eat everything in the house Ronald," Mrs. Weasley barely got the last of it out and they heard the load crack that meant they had left.
Within minutes everyone was in the cramped kitchen. Bill threw some floo power into the fire place stuck his head in and said the house was clear and to come. Fred and George were putting blue prints on the table. Charlie was at the door waiting for people to arrive. Ginny was getting the food out of the oven and placing it on the counter. Hermione sat on the stairs waiting for the evening to start.
Soon the loud cracks began to fill the house. After about 30 mins they could barely move there were so many people in the already small and stuffed house. Harry stood on the chair and then onto the large table and cleared his throat.
"Now I think that this is everyone, and we need to start. As you all know we have decided to surprise Mr. and Mrs. Weasley with some house renovations. We only have about 5 hours to get everything we need done. So if you would go to Hermione and she will assign you to your group so we can get started. Thank you all for your time and help and donations. We really appreciate it and we are sure this will be a Christmas that they never forget!"