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Chapter 6
A Merry Little Christmas
*
It was Christmas Eve.
Alyson could scarcely believe it. She had expected for November and December to take forever, for her and Chris be stuck in an endless limbo of trying to talk to each other without starting rumors. Not that their feeble attempts were helping much.
It was nice to be back home. They were leaving for her Nana and Papa's house for Christmas in about five minutes, and Alyson was almost packed. She gave a glance to her vanity mirror, and pulled her large trunk down the stairs.
Hannah had lost her two front teeth during Alyson's absence, and was trying to whistle through them. Everyone else in her family was rushing about, trying to get everything ready and packed.
Family. Were they her family? Or were they merely pawns in Harry and Ginny Potter's elaborate scheme? Were-
"Where is my bloody hair ribbon?" screeched Claire, rushing past Alyson. Alyson shuddered, and joined Hannah up by the fireplace.
"Okay," Hermione came up to her. "You ready? Where are Nick and Claire?"
As if on cue the two remaining children ran up to them. Claire was hurriedly tying on a hair ribbon.
Ron rushed up. "Got everything, Mione?"
Hermione nodded. "Okay, Nick hold Hannah's hand and go."
Nick grabbed the small redhead's hand, and stepped into the fireplace.
As soon as he was gone, Alyson followed suit.
*
She was greeted at the Burrow by a whirl of color.
People were running around everywhere, carrying platters of food or gifts. Alyson's cousins were swarming about, and she moved out of the way as her cousin Matthew flew by her.
"Aly!" she was engulfed by her Nana in a bone crushing hug.
"Hi Nana," Aly said happily.
Molly Weasley pulled, back, studying Alyson's profile. "You're getting so big, Aly," she said, smiling. "Your mum and dad would be proud."
Alyson smiled.
"Can you help us in the kitchen dear?" Molly asked. "It will only take a second."
Alyson nodded, and headed towards the kitchen, where all the Weasley woman were chatting amidst many pots and pans.
"Aly, dear!" Alyson's Aunt Fluer, Bill's wife, came to her, plating kisses on both of her cheeks. "It zis zo great to zee you honey!"
Alyson smiled, and said hello to her various aunts and cousins milling about. A couple of minutes later Claire joined her.
"Hello!" the blonde squealed, as she wrapped her arms around every femine member of the Weasley clan. "How do you want me to help?"
"Yes, me too," Alyson piped in.
Charlie's wife Carissa waved them over. "Here, can you girls stir these please?"
Claire and Alyson picked up spoons and began stirring the sauces in large pots.
"So," Alyson's Aunt Angelina gave her a sly glance. "You girls got any boyfriends yet?"
Claire giggled.
"Oh come on you two, spill it!" Alyson's older cousin Patricia said.
"Claire does," Alyson said smugly. "Carey Watson. A Ravenclaw."
A shriek of catcalls filled the kitchen. Claire tossed back her long hair defiantly and ignored the blush creeping up her cheeks.
"Oh yeah? Well so does Aly. You should see her with Chris Ryan. They spend all day together practically."
Alyson turned to Claire. "That's not true and you know it."
"Oh come on Aly, spill. It's so obvious you two are together. Even Chloe know it I bet." Claire looked at the small first year, who giggling.
"Claire, we are not going together. Please don't talk about him anymore."
"Oh come on Aly!" Patricia said.
"No!" Alyson whipped her head around, so she was facing her family. "We are not going together! We're not! None of you understand!"
And with that Alyson tore off her apron and ran out of the Burrow.
Chapter 6
A Merry Little Christmas
*
It was Christmas Eve.
Alyson could scarcely believe it. She had expected for November and December to take forever, for her and Chris be stuck in an endless limbo of trying to talk to each other without starting rumors. Not that their feeble attempts were helping much.
It was nice to be back home. They were leaving for her Nana and Papa's house for Christmas in about five minutes, and Alyson was almost packed. She gave a glance to her vanity mirror, and pulled her large trunk down the stairs.
Hannah had lost her two front teeth during Alyson's absence, and was trying to whistle through them. Everyone else in her family was rushing about, trying to get everything ready and packed.
Family. Were they her family? Or were they merely pawns in Harry and Ginny Potter's elaborate scheme? Were-
"Where is my bloody hair ribbon?" screeched Claire, rushing past Alyson. Alyson shuddered, and joined Hannah up by the fireplace.
"Okay," Hermione came up to her. "You ready? Where are Nick and Claire?"
As if on cue the two remaining children ran up to them. Claire was hurriedly tying on a hair ribbon.
Ron rushed up. "Got everything, Mione?"
Hermione nodded. "Okay, Nick hold Hannah's hand and go."
Nick grabbed the small redhead's hand, and stepped into the fireplace.
As soon as he was gone, Alyson followed suit.
*
She was greeted at the Burrow by a whirl of color.
People were running around everywhere, carrying platters of food or gifts. Alyson's cousins were swarming about, and she moved out of the way as her cousin Matthew flew by her.
"Aly!" she was engulfed by her Nana in a bone crushing hug.
"Hi Nana," Aly said happily.
Molly Weasley pulled, back, studying Alyson's profile. "You're getting so big, Aly," she said, smiling. "Your mum and dad would be proud."
Alyson smiled.
"Can you help us in the kitchen dear?" Molly asked. "It will only take a second."
Alyson nodded, and headed towards the kitchen, where all the Weasley woman were chatting amidst many pots and pans.
"Aly, dear!" Alyson's Aunt Fluer, Bill's wife, came to her, plating kisses on both of her cheeks. "It zis zo great to zee you honey!"
Alyson smiled, and said hello to her various aunts and cousins milling about. A couple of minutes later Claire joined her.
"Hello!" the blonde squealed, as she wrapped her arms around every femine member of the Weasley clan. "How do you want me to help?"
"Yes, me too," Alyson piped in.
Charlie's wife Carissa waved them over. "Here, can you girls stir these please?"
Claire and Alyson picked up spoons and began stirring the sauces in large pots.
"So," Alyson's Aunt Angelina gave her a sly glance. "You girls got any boyfriends yet?"
Claire giggled.
"Oh come on you two, spill it!" Alyson's older cousin Patricia said.
"Claire does," Alyson said smugly. "Carey Watson. A Ravenclaw."
A shriek of catcalls filled the kitchen. Claire tossed back her long hair defiantly and ignored the blush creeping up her cheeks.
"Oh yeah? Well so does Aly. You should see her with Chris Ryan. They spend all day together practically."
Alyson turned to Claire. "That's not true and you know it."
"Oh come on Aly, spill. It's so obvious you two are together. Even Chloe know it I bet." Claire looked at the small first year, who giggling.
"Claire, we are not going together. Please don't talk about him anymore."
"Oh come on Aly!" Patricia said.
"No!" Alyson whipped her head around, so she was facing her family. "We are not going together! We're not! None of you understand!"
And with that Alyson tore off her apron and ran out of the Burrow.