December 23 – Potter Manor

Harry was away at work, so Ginny toke this opportunity to decide what they would be getting Harry for Christmas.

"Okay guys, what should we get Daddy for Christmas?" Ginny had a few ideas, but wanted to see what the kids thought.

"I don't know." Al simply said.

"Think about it though Al. What would Daddy like to get for Christmas?"

"Maybe a new broomstick." James supplied.

"Actually James, that's a really good idea. How about we get him the new firebolt version." Ginny had been itching to get this broomstick for herself, and knew that Harry would share with her.

"Should we go get it right now?" She knew the kids loved to go Diagon Alley, especially if they made a stop at Weasley Wizard Wheezes.

"Yeah!" The three kids chorused.

Ginny spent the next twenty minutes dressing her children for the weather. When they were ready she led them over to the fireplace.

"We're going to floo to Uncle George's shop, Okay?" The kids nodded.

"James you can go alone."
"Yeah!" James called out and grabbed some floo powder,

"Weasley Wizard Wheezes!" He called out after throwing some floo powder.

"Come here Al." Ginny held out her hand for Albus to grab, and picked Lily up into her arms. She grabbed a pinch of floo powder and threw into the fire.

"Weasley Wizard Wheezes!" She called and the three of them spun around until Ginny walked out of the fire.

"Hey Gin." George greeted her. "James said you're here to get something for Harry."

"Ya, we are. Just not here here. Diagon Alley is more like it."

"Just needed somewhere to floo to." George did gave Ginny a fake hurt expression, and they both laughed.

"Yeah, pretty much." Ginny answered. "Where did James run off to anyway?"

"Over there." George pointed toward the front of the store.

"Thanks George. See you later." Ginny lead Albus to where James was.

"Come on James." Ginny called out to him. James followed his mother out the door, and down the road. James, like always, noticed all the people starring at them.

"Mum, I know you always tell me not to worry about it, but why do people always stare at us?"

"James, you'll understand when you're older. It doesn't matter right now. Daddy and I will tell you when you're older." James sighed; he always got answer like that. The best answer he'd gotten was from Granddad Weasley. He had said to listen closely to the stories that his parents told him of their childhood, that the answer was somewhere in the stories. Of course this didn't help much, and only made James more curious, but it was better than the answers all the other adults gave him.

"Fine." James grumbled as the made their way into the Novelty Quidditch store.

"Hello, how may I help you?" The worker asked as she came from the back room. When she saw whom it was she quickly changed from her snappy voice, to a much kinder voice.

"Oh, Mrs. Potter. How can I help you today?"

"We would like to look at the new Firebolt II's." Ginny told the saleslady.

"Of course, right this way." She led the small family to a glass case, where the brooms were located.

"When you have made a decision, come tell me, and I can get it out of the case for you."

"Thank you." Ginny then turned her attention to the brooms. The saleslady walked away.

"What color should we get Daddy?" She asked her kids.

"I think Dad will like the dark brown one." James said, pointing to a broom.

"What do you think Al?" Ginny turned to her youngest son.

"I like the brown one too."

"And Lily, what do you think?"

"Bwon!" Lily exclaimed, and Ginny laughed.

"Sounds like we're getting the dark brown one, huh?" Ginny hailed down the worker, and had her take out the broom.

"Would you like an engraving?" The lady asked.

"I hadn't even thought about that." Ginny sat and pondered for a moment.

"Yes. Let's do an engraving."

"What would you like it to say?"

"How about, 'We love you Daddy'."

"Okay, sounds great." The worker waved her wand over the broom, and the fine golden letters appeared.

"It'll be 3,500 galleons." Ginny reached into her pocket and grabbed her wallet. The Gringotts goblins had come up with a new way to retrieve your money from your account. With the wallet, they connected it to your vault, and you told the wallet how much money you needed, and it would appear where the Muggle cash would be. All wallets were voice activated, so that no one could take any money out of it.

"3,500 galleons." Ginny whispered to the wallet, and the money appeared.

"Here you are." Ginny handed the money to the worker.

"Thank you." Ginny took the broom, and shrunk it, making it able to fit into her pocket. The Potter family then left the store.

"Ready to go home guys?" Albus and Lily nodded, but James said,

"George told me that Fred was coming into the shop later, and I want to wait at the shop until Fred comes, and then go home with them."

"I'm fine with that, as long as George and Angelina are."

"Yeah!" James cheered.

Once they entered WWW, James ran off to find George. Ginny followed closely behind.

"George, can I stay here and wait for Fred to come, and then come play at your house when you go home?" James said in a rush.

"Yeah, of course. Fred should be here any minute now. Is that okay with you Gin?"

"Yeah, I'll come get him later tonight, or I may send Harry over."

"Okay, sounds good. Bye Al, Bye Lils." George turned to his little niece and nephew.

"Bye George." Albus said back, and Lily gave George a hug.

"See you later James," Ginny told her son. "Be good."

"I will be."

Ginny walked over to the fireplace, and flooed home.

"Do you need any help Uncle George?" All the kids loved to help in the shop as much as they could.

"Sure, come help me with this." George led James over to the counter.

After twenty minutes, Fred flooed in closely followed by Dom.

"James!" They exclaimed.

"We flooed your house, but Aunt Ginny told us that you here." Dom told him.

"Well, I have been for about twenty minutes waiting for Fred. I was thinking of flooing you Dom, so I'm glad you came."

"You guys can go home if you want." George told them.

"You guys, I have to show you something at my house. Uncle George, can we go to my house?" Dom asked her uncle.

"Sure, have fun. Make sure you stay at someone in the families' house. Promise?"

"Of course, there's no reason to leave someone in the families house." And with that the three kids flooed to Shell Cottage.