Heeeeeeeey! I know I'm bad for having multiple unfinished stories, especially with my posting record *sheepish grin* But I Can't Help It! Sometimes my plunnies push themselves to the front of my brain and I have to write them or face the complete inability to write!
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"We are going to have a happy Christmas if it kills us!" Molly shouts as she storms into the living room of the Burrow.
"What are you blabbering about now Mum?" George says from his place by the window.
Molly Weasley stomped her foot and glared at her family. "It's been 7 months and no one has smiled yet. I miss him too, but we need the normalcy of Christmas and we have two weeks to put together a Proper Weasley Christmas." The assorted people all looked at her in confusion. "I miss Fred too dears, but he wouldn't want us to pout our way through Christmas."
George stood up and left the room. Ginny sighed and spoke up. "I agree with Mum. This will be good for us."
The others all nodded in uneasy agreement. "It's settled then. Everyone is staying at home until Christmas Morning. You'll all stay in your old bedrooms and we'll set up for Christmas as a family." The Weasley Matriarch smiled at everyone. "Now someone go and owl Shell Cottage, Charley, and Percy; I want to make sure everyone celebrates together."
Ron stood and went to owl his siblings while Ginny sighed and went off to find George. Soon the house was full to the brim with all of the Weasley children; plus Fleur, Harry, and Hermione. "This is a mad house! The Burrow hasn't been this full in ages!"
Hermione smiled at her best friends. "Well I think this is a great idea. A big Christmas celebration is exactly the kind of normalcy you guys need."
Harry nodded in agreement. "Yeah, even just being together has made things go back to normal a little bit." The house was not nearly as loud as it should have been for the number of family members currently residing, but it was louder and homier than it had been since the day Fred died.
"I guess so mate." Ron took a quick peek outdoors. "Oy everybody!" The house silenced and all heads turned to look at Ron. "We should go out and play a quick game of Quidditch before it snows too bad."
Everyone chorused there agreement as they ran outside, leaving only Hermione, Molly, and George in the house. "George, shouldn't you go out and play with the others? You wouldn't want to miss the game would you?"
"I can't play without Fred." George mumbled as he ran upstairs. Hermione sighed and went upstairs after him.
Molly took this quiet moment to look after her knitting. She had almost all of the sweaters done and ready to be boxed for Christmas morning. Only one sweater was incomplete. Molly sniffed as she held the partially complete, shimmery, light blue sweater that was supposed to be Fleur's. "I don't think I can put an F on this knowing my baby isn't going to get his this year." Molly said as she held the fabric close and tried not to cry again. She had been crying a lot the past few months, but never when anyone was around to find out. She had to be strong for her crumbling family, especially for poor George. Molly had lost a child that night, but George had lost his other half and Molly didn't know how to make anything right again.
The next day Ginny stumbles downstairs to see the Weasley Matriarch humming Christmas carols as she set breakfast down on the table. "Ginny be a dear and go wake everyone up will you? Breakfast is almost set up and we have things to do today."
Ginny ran upstairs, shouting and stomping as she banged on each door. Soon grumpy red-heads stumbled down the stairs and took their places at the table. As soon as the table was full the smiling Matriarch passed out the food and watched as everyone slowly became human and the table grew comfortable. Hermione and Ginny seemed to be working to get George to join the conversation, but he was only responding to questions and not asking any of his own. "So George, did you sleep well last night?"
"I guess." He said as he pushed eggs around his plate.
Hermione smiled and took his hand in hers. "Well I could always brew you some Dreamless Sleep if you need?" He frowned and jerked his hand away.
Bill spoke up loudly to attempt to cover the awkward feeling at the table. "So Charlie, how's the dragons doing?"
"Good, good. Very Dragon-y."