"Come here, Georgina. Let us see what presents you got. It is your first Christmas after all. Aren't you the slightest bit curious? Touch the presents. Are they soft?" George checked the nametag on the present. "They are from your grandmother. It is not a wonder that they are soft. Probably your very own Weasley sweater. Maybe a pink one. I think Granny has been looking forward to knitting for a little girl who hasn't got red hair." George jumped in the air when his wife of less than a year switched on the lights in their living room.

"George, it is two o'clock in the middle of the night. Georgina ought to be in her bed, and you ought to be in yours. Besides, you shouldn't be teaching her bad habits. No touching or feeling the presents until after six o'clock on Christmas morning." Married life agreed with Hermione, she looked much more relaxed than she'd ever done before. And although she tried to fix a stern gaze on her husband she failed admirably at it.

"Georgina just wanted to look at the Christmas tree. I was going to put her to bed after she had had a closer look at it." He looked at her with an innocent look in his eyes.

"Don't take that one with me, George Weasley. I know you too well for that. She was just going to take a closer look at the tree. That was why you were pressing her hand towards the present from your mother? Come on, Georgie girl… we're putting you to bed. Afterwards your daddy is going to go to bed and sleep like a normal human being as well. Mummy can't stay up all the night taking you from daddy and putting you back to bed when she needs her beauty sleep. Think of all the guests who are coming tomorrow. Granny and Grampie, and your uncles, aunts and cousins."

"You don't need any beauty sleep, darling. You are the most beautiful person alive." Georgina Granger Weasley, age one month and two days, looked up at her parents as they gently kissed each other over her head.

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It was chaos. There was no other sufficient word that would describe the situation in the Granger-Weasley household the next day. Adelaide, Clemence, Michael, Myrna, Moira and Regina were thrilled to be together again. They all had to hold Georgina, since she was their cousin, but after having done the task they had time to focus on the more important matters at hand. The presents. Unfortunately, as the pile under the tree was very large, they had to eat dinner before they could open anything.

This year it was George's first time to carve the duck. His father had offered advice from his own experience, Hermione had told him he could do it and the other males at the table were dying to do it themselves. He tried his best to keep the knife steady on the bird when he most of all wanted to stab it into Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, Ron, Harry and Michael. He was willing to bet almost anything that his nephew didn't possess any knowledge whatsoever about carving geese, but he offered him advice on how to do it nevertheless.

Well, he managed to cut the bird in slices without killing or seriously injuring anyone. The bird didn't count, since it was dead anyway.

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After a nice, long meal everyone was finally finished. Regina had eaten her mashed potatoes and gravy, and the others had finished their more adult sized portions. Georgina wasn't allowed to sit by the table with the others, but as soon as Myrna had finished eating she had taken her cousin from the crib and put her on her lap.

"Harumph…" Harry tried to get everybody's attention. He looked at his fiancé, pleading her to help him. She put two fingers in her mouth and whistled. That shut everyone up.

"You all know that last year Ginny decided to marry me… well… since we haven't actually gotten around to that part yet… we were thinking maybe an autumn wedding, and a naming ceremony at the same time."

"You're changing your name, Harry? But we all thought you were okay with being Harry Potter…"

"Can it, Bill. He's not changing his name. What Mr. Potter was discreetly trying to say was that I'm pregnant. We're having a baby, in about 7 and 1/2 months time.

"You touched my sister, Potter?"

"Well… she touched me too, Charlie."

"I am going to be a grandmother."

"Yeah, because it's not like anyone else of your children have given you that honour already, Mum."

"Ronald Weasley. Honestly."

A/N: Well… this is the much awaited sequel to "A Weasley Christmas." It was supposed to be done before Christmas, but then I had to help clean the house, which was a doomed project from the beginning and I worked some at the library… If I was a listwriter I would have tons of stuff to write about… maybe I'll try one… It's New Year's Eve. My sister and I are at home, having a film-marathon. We've watched Drop Dead Gorgeous and The Princess Diaries and are about to move on to America's Sweethearts and Dogma. Outside people began ages ago shooting up the rockets, it sounds more like the Middle East here at the moment than the south western part of Norway… Happy New Year to all of you who actually manages to read this and my hope for next year is that "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" is published. That and world peace…

Love, Anne.

Thanks to all the people who reviewed on all my stories…