Hermione and Harry were busy in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place, mostly giving Kreacher fits.

"Is not right. Master and Muddy-but-nice-Mistress and final son of the House of Black shoulds not be cookings. Not evens if it's Christmassy," muttered the old elf.

"Thank you, Kreacher. I appreciate it very much, but we really should cook today. This dinner is the first Christmas the Weasleys are having together without Molly, and she taught all of us different parts of the meal. We will bring it over there and eat together," said Harry. "And Draco offered his biscuits that Narcissa taught him."

Kreacher's eyes widened. "Red-Head Kitchen Molly?"

"Yes, Kreacher."

"She showed Kreacher how to makes the gingersnaps and lemon cremes that Master Sirius liked. Kreacher will make and send over." Kreacher nodded to himself and commandeered the oven that didn't hold the rib roast and veg that Harry and Hermione were making, once he saw Draco was done with his baking.

"That will be an interesting addition to dinner," said Hermione with her brows drawn together.

"Just go with it, Hermione. It seems Molly had a little to give to everyone, even Kreacher. She wanted us all together for Christmas, so that is what we will do, right?" He slung an arm over her shoulders and hugged her.

Hermione turned her face up for a kiss. "Of course."

Kreacher had very good timing. As soon as Hermione had finished the dressing and put it in a jar to go with the greens for the salad, and they had gotten the roast and veg ready to go, he showed them two platters full of lovely biscuits. "Kreacher will pop food over to Weasley house."

He snapped his fingers and he and the food disappeared.

Harry and Hermione both dressed for dinner, he in a nice pair of pleated trousers and a white dress shirt, and Hermione in a deep green velvet dress.

"Shall we go, my lady?" Harry held his arm out to Hermione.

"We shall!" she said, grinning. She tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow and let him lead her to the Floo.

They met an equally well-dressed Draco at the Floo and all of them headed over to the Burrow.

Over at the Burrow, things were hectic. Ginny and Ron were arguing over their parts of the dinner, while George had gotten fed up and returned to his flat to finish his part there.

Percy walked in to start getting the drinks ready, he had also prepared them at his own flat, wanting to stay out of the chaos.

Charlie was setting up a table for everything with Kreacher's help.

Arthur walked into the kitchen. "Am I going to have to put the two of you in the corner?"

Ron grinned at him, flour all over his face. "Nah, Da. We weren't really arguing. We just felt the need to snipe at each other, we don't get the chance too often anymore."

"He's right, Da. And he was being a right prat about who I invited over," said Ginny.

"Why, Ron?" Arthur didn't know what to think about that one. He thought Ron liked Oliver Wood.

"He's too old for her, Da!"

"He's not any older than her than Bill is of Fleur. So, stop being childish, I thought you had grown up a bit," said Arthur reprovingly.

Ron ducked his head. "Sorry, Da. It's just hard to think of Ginny being old enough to date someone who's, you know, a man, with a career."

"You're all adults now, Ronald. I expect you to act like it at dinner." Arthur turned his back on the two and walked out of the kitchen.

"Now you've gone and done it," hissed Ron at Ginny under his breath.

"No, I didn't do anything wrong, Ron. You did. Now, are you finally done with that bowl? It is the one Mum taught me to mash the potatoes in, I don't want to get it wrong." Ginny held her hand out for the bowl.

He handed her the bowl and continued to cook, muttering under his breath and giving his sister the stink eye. I know I'm being childish. But I really hate this growing up thing.

When the food was all ready, and they were all gathered, family and guests, Arthur stood up from his place at the extended table. "Thank you all for coming. Molly's final wish was that we all get together and have her regular Christmas dinner. She taught each of us a different part of the meal and here we are. Once we enjoy all of this, we can open our gifts. I found a surprise in the gift closet this morning." Arthur sat down again. "Let's eat!"

The turkey and rib roast were carved and passed around, along with all the sides the family learned to make at Molly's side. Everyone enjoyed it.

Once the pudding had been served and enjoyed, and they were getting ready to open the piles of gifts that were there for various people, Minerva McGonagall nodded at Kingsley Shacklebolt. "I know these were to be sent out next week, but for all of you here, we brought them along," She handed Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Ron, George, Susan, Draco, Hannah, and Neville their NEWT scores. She then handed Arthur a final envelope.

"What's this, Minerva?" Arthur was confused. He couldn't imagine what the testing board could be giving him.

"Something George and Percy petitioned the Board and testers to do. They provided them with a few examples of Fred's work and notes, and it was decided they were proof that he had NEWT level knowledge of Charms and Transfiguration. The third one in DADA is for his work in the war effort," she replied. She had the same proud look on her face she would get for a Gryffindor Quidditch win.

Arthur opened the envelope and tears started to fall down his cheeks. He looked around. "Did all of you get at least two NEWTs?" He got nods and smiles from all the young people holding envelopes. "Well, so did Fred. Thank you, this is a wonderful Christmas gift," he choked out, making most people in the room wipe their eyes.

Once all the gifts were opened, Arthur wouldn't let anyone get up. "There is one more here for everyone. As I said earlier, I found them in the gift closet this morning."

He waved his wand, and everyone got a last, soft, squishy package. As they all tore into them, there were exclamations of joy, as each family member received their annual Weasley jumper.

"I guess Mum finished them before she got so sick," said Ron, putting his on. For once it wasn't maroon, but a Chudley Cannon orange.

Everyone put them on, marveling at the workmanship and softness. Even Fleur, who usually turned her nose up at anything not stylish was happy with hers.

Arthur looked around and saw the large, mismatched group and realized why Molly had wanted them to get together.

Ginny walked over to him. "It's like Mum sent us a final hug, isn't it, Da?"

He put his arms around her. "It is. It most certainly is."