A/N-For the prompt "Angel".
Angel: An attendant spirit, esp. a benevolent one.
Lily Luna Potter had a big responsibility.
As the youngest of all the Weasley-Potters, she was the one that put the angel on top of the tree.
She looked forward to it every year.
Being the youngest Weasley-Potter, she normally was the ignored one, the overlooked one, as the adults basked in the glory of what their older children had done at Hogwarts. Lily couldn't wait until it was her time to go the Hogwarts, her time to shine.
But for now, she had to be content putting the angel on top of the Christmas tree.
"Ready, Lils?" her dad, Harry Potter, yes the Harry Potter, asked her.
"Ready," she said, nodding. She grabbed the angel and Harry lifted her up to the top of the tree.
"She's a little angel herself," she heard Fred joke to James and they both cracked up. They were eleven, and of course, being eleven, everything anyone and everyone said and did was funny.
"She's been sent from above," James said, "To watch us and make sure we do good."
"It's not gonna work," Fred said, "Just go back where you came from!"
"Will you two shut it?" Dom asked crossly, "Control yourselves, for Merlin's sake."
"That's quite enough, all three of you," Aunt Angelina snapped.
"Lily, are you alright?" Ginny said, "You haven't put the angel on the tree yet."
"Fine," she said, and carefully lowered the angel on top of the tree. It was resting there, it looked so peaceful.
"Doesn't that look lovely?" Aunt Angelina simpered.
"Doesn't that look lovely?" Fred mocked behind her back. His mother shot him a glare.
"Fredrick Weasley, you stop that this instant," she ordered. Ginny kissed her daughter's head.
"Don't listen to the boys," she whispered, "It's perfect Lily."
Lily smiled.