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"Ginny, I did it!" Harry cried triumphantly from upstairs, his excited tone carried down the staircase and into the kitchen. Looking up from the Daily Prophet Ginny sat still for a moment before standing up. Leaving her toast and tea on the table, she began slowly trudging up to their bedroom.

She was meant to be at work in, she looked down at her watch, 5 minutes. Stifling a yawn she paused on the top step before pushing their bedroom door open. Harry was nowhere to be found, but a man with a red suit was standing in front of the mirror admiring himself. Books were scattered around him, all showing a similar image of the man smiling into the mirror.

"What do you think!" Harry asked, he may have looked different but his voice was still the same.

"Uhmm… who are you supposed to be?" Ginny asked stepping into the room and looking questionably at Harry whose face fell.

"Isn't it obvious?" Harry asked turning around to face Ginny, looking disappointed. Ginny smirked, causing Harry to add in a false hurt voice, "Oh that's mean."

"Hello Santa." Ginny smiled and approached Harry, admiring his costume, that he had spent hours perfecting, well days actually.

"Do you like it?" Harry asked, as Ginny made him spin slowly so she could take in every detail.

"Personally I prefer your everyday look… but the kids will love it." Ginny laughed, as she kissed Harry on the cheek before heading out of the room and back through the kitchen, passing the plain Christmas tree in the living room, that was left bare for the children to decorate when they got home from their weekend with Ron and Hermione.

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