"Harry!" The annoying voice pierced through the blissful unconsciousness of sleep.
"Mumph," was his pained response.
"Come on!" …Some people should be muted for life.
"Ergh." As in, Go Away! The young man with raven hair had not moved a muscle, and continued to lie there as if petrified.
"Don't make me sic the twins on you."
"Ack!" His return to the world was indeed spurred by this threat, and his face muscles twisted into a grimace.
"That's what I thought. Now get up mate!"
"Why, god, why?" His voice was thick was sleep.
"Presents!" came the delighted voice of Ron Weasley.
Harry couldn't help it. As he rolled off the bed he started laughing, another emotion breaking through his initial ill will towards his friend. "That's the driving force in your life, isn't it." His voice was filled with amusement.
"Hurry up," was the only response to his question.
Ron left, heading back to his own room, but Harry knew he'd be back in a matter of minutes. Any thoughts of climbing back onto the inviting bed and falling back into a slumber were quelled by the knowledge of the rude awakening he would receive. Ron was persistent.
Harry had Percy's old room now.
He had enlisted everyone's help in decorating it –and he took out all his years of not having his own room on the once perfect room. Now it was brightly colored, with nearly every bit of furniture a different color (due to everyone's arguing on what color his room should be). For example, one wall was bright orange (Ron) and the one across from it was a light blue (Hermione).
The wall's colors didn't matter so much, as they were filled with, well, everything. Posters of Quidditch teams, famous witches and wizards, pictures donated by Colin of his friends and Hogwarts, a world atlas Hermione had insisted on, and so forth. Even the ceiling was also relatively full, mainly with a brilliant animated painting of a Gryffindor; That had been Ginny's idea.
All too soon he was following his best friend down the stairs of the Burrow. "Who ran you over with a truck?" asked his loving godfather, seated at the Weasley's kitchen table. Most of the Weasley family was already there, barring Bill and Charlie. The twins were in the livingroom bothering Percy; Harry could hear his annoyed voice.
Mrs. Weasley was already cooking something delicious, but his brain was to tired to sort through the smells at the moment to figure out exactly what.
He grimaced at his godfather while Ron discovered his only other priority besides presents "-Food!"
"Morning, you two," offered Hermione, who was sipping on a cup of coffee. She had become addicted to it 6th year and rarely started a day without it.
"Hi, Harry," said Ginny graced him with a brilliant smile.
"Morning, everyone, Gin," he replied with a yawn. He brightened slightly when Mrs. Weasley placed a large plate of food in front of him. She had made it her mission to fatten him up after Ron confessed that Harry's relatives damn near starved him. While this had mostly irritated him, right now he was rather hungry. As he should be; If you looked at him you would see a tall, lithe young man.
"Is Remus coming?" he asked his godfather, who was carrying on a conversation with Mr. Weasley about this motorcycle.
"Yep, this afternoon."
The twins came into the kitchen, grinning broadly. Everyone looked at them warily.
"What?" Fred asked this as they noticed the suspicious looks.
"We could ask that," responded Mr. Weasley.
"I'm sure they are perfectly innocent," said Sirius in their defense. This only earned a huff from Mrs. Weasley.
"Yeah."
"Definitely."
"Right."
"Of course."
"Positively!"
"How could you doubt us?"
"What kind of family is this?"
Ron cut them off by asking, "How's the shop?" The twins had opened up a joke shop in Diagon alley after they graduated, and it thrived despite the times.
"I do think our dear brother is trying to shut us up."
"Maybe we should show him our new invention."
"Not unless you want to get hurt," interjected Mrs. Weasley.
"Bill," Mr. Weasley said warmly as the aforementioned son arrived, with colorful packages in his arms.
"Hi Bill –presents!" said Ron, his eyes on the packages.
"Ron!" admonished Hermione hopelessly. Harry grinned, remembering his earlier amusement.
"Nice to see you to Ron. Hi dad, mom. Charlie here yet?"
"Not yet –he said he would be here this afternoon."
Several minutes later they heard someone calling from the fire, "Minister, minister?" Mr. Weasley got up and conferred with him for a bit before telling them all that he had to go to the ministry for a couple hours.
"Arthur, it's Christmas!"
"I won't be gone long, promise."
Harry glanced at the Weasley clock, on which Arthur was moving from Traveling to Work. Harry and Hermione had been added to the clock as well. When his eyes alighted on his own arm on the clock, pointing to home, he smiled. He was happier than he had been in a while.
