Is he there?
A Harry Potter fan fiction by
Kaidi MacKay
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or places that have been mentioned in this fan fiction that relate to the published works of J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series. No copyright infringements are deliberate. All original characters and places mentioned in the Harry Potter series including Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and Quidditch Through the Ages are copyrighted to J.K. Rowling and her publishers. The only character in this fan fiction that is an original of the author is Hope Harry Weasley. This character is an original creation of the author Kaidi MacKay.
A/N: Thanks to all those great reviewers, it's great to know that you are all out there. And on a side note. None of the original characters like Hope and her cousins are Mary Sue's/ Gary Stu's, they portray no one I know but themselves.
Chapter three: Christmas Day
As Hope stepped into the kitchen of the Burrow her nostrils filled with the scent of her grandmother's cooking, and Grandma was cooking Hope's favorite thing, gingerbread.
"Hello, who's this big girl?" Hope's grandfather held out his arms. "Grandfather!" Hope dove into his arms. "Hullo Hope, Merry Christmas," Arthur Weasley hugged his youngest granddaughter. "Merry Christmas Grandfather," Hope hugged her grandfather as tightly as she could, he was wider than she remembered. Hermione was shaking the soot off herself as Ron appeared in the fireplace. "Arthur," Hermione kissed his cheek, "Merry Christmas." "Same to you, you do look wonderful today Hermione." Arthur said. "Dad!" Ron hugged his father, just to remind himself that it was all okay. Arthur Weasley had been at high risk during Voldermort's return, and Ron could never quiet shake the feeling that he was going to come back home and find him dead or missing. "Merry Christmas," they said together. Hope giggled. "Come on, Percy and Penelope will be here soon, then we can open presents, no doubt the twins are eager to," Arthur lead Ron, Hermione and Hope into the living room. "Which twins Dad?" Ron laughed. "Cameron and Emma," Arthur smiled. Ron thought about his family now. Percy and Penelope had married after Voldermort's return, afraid, Ron thought that they may die. They had two boys, Jacob and Thomas, 5 and 6 respectively. Fred had married Angelina shortly after they finished school and now had twins, a year older than Hope, Cameron and Emma. George had a bachelor's pad in Hogsmeade with his friend Lee Jordan, Bill was working in Egypt still and Charlie wasn't about to give up his job with the dragons anytime soon. Ginny was still living at the Burrow; she hadn't known what to do with herself after Voldermort fell. She had been in love with Harry, and Harry had loved her, he bought her a ring, knowing he would die, but he wanted to give it to her before he died. Ron cursed Voldermort in his head. If it hadn't been for him Harry would be there in the Burrow that day, and Ron had no doubt he would be kissing Ginny under the mistletoe.
"Cameron, Emma," Hope called out to her cousins. "Hope say hello to everyone please," Hermione coxed. "Hello Uncle Fred and Uncle George, Hello Aunty Angelina and Aunty Ginny- Grandmother," Hope dove into Molly Weasley's arms. "Hello dear," Mrs. Weasley said. "Hello? Are you all home?" Percy called from the kitchen. "Uncle Percy," Hope and Emma exclaimed, and sprinted from Mrs. Weasley to their Uncle in the kitchen.
The clock struck 12pm in the hall as the Weasley clan settled down in the living room around the large Christmas tree. The star at the top was reflecting specks of light off on to the walls and the tree had been decorated with little bits and bobs. Hope sat down in Ron's lap and hugged her knees to her chest. She looked around the room at her cousins and uncles and aunts. Mrs. Weasley was passing around pumpkin juice and Mr. Weasley began passing around presents. Cameron and Emma got the first one, broomsticks from their parents. Hope wished with all her might that she to would get a broomstick. No such luck.
She loved all her presents, a new sweater from Grandmother and Grandfather, coloring pencils from Uncle Percy and Aunty Penny, Canary Creams from Uncle George, new robes from Uncle Fred and Aunty Angelina and a new book from Mum and Dad, but no broom.
Later that night, with all the children tucked in bed, in their parent's old rooms, the Weasley adults sat around downstairs, sipping the wine Penny had bought from her parents. Hermione watched Ron and George verse each other at chess while she, Penny, Angelina and Ginny sat on the floor around the fire. "It was fun today wasn't it?" Hermione said. "Yes, it was," Penny, said, watching her husband talk with Fred. "Weren't the children wonderful?" Angelina mused. "I wish I had children," Ginny sighed. "Oh Ginny," Hermione hugged her. "It's ok, it's supposed to be hard when you lose someone you love, I can't help feeling there is something wrong here." Ginny looked over at her brothers. "Ginny, did Ron ever give you that ring?" Hermione asked. Ginny put her hand to her throat and retrieved a gold chain with a ring on it. "Wow, did Ron give you that?" Angelina exclaimed. "It was from Harry, he had written the most beautiful letter with it. I've read it a thousand times, though, don't tell the boys, they'll go all protective and nosy and want to know what it says. And I couldn't tell them," Ginny fiddled with the ring. The girls giggled loudly, causing everyone else to turn and stare. "Sorry," they mumbled. "Ginny, tell us what it says, please, we won't tell?" Angelina begged. "You're so nosy," Penny said, shocked. "It's ok, I'll tell you a little bit, some of it is really personal." Ginny whispered, causing Hermione, Penny and Angelina to lean in closely. "He says, firstly, 'My Dearest Ginny, I'm sorry that this letter has to be after my death, but I have to tell you all this so I know you will have no questions and you will not spend your whole life wondering. Yes, I do have to die to kill Voldermort. It is not something I want to do, but to make sure you and Ron and Hermione are safe I must so that you can all be free from the burden I bought down on you all. I gave Ron my Firebolt, him and Hermione my cloak. My gold goes to Hogwarts and please take care of Hedwig. Ginny, I wish I didn't have to do this to you, I feel I must tell you the truth. Yes I do love you and I am doing this because it is right and so you can be free. After I die you must move on and live the life I want you to have, this is why I'm giving up myself, so you can live. It is alright to fall in love again, I want you to be happy, I will always be with you, I love you, Always there with you, yours always, Harry Potter.'" Ginny recited in an undertone, "That's the very short version." She looked into the eyes of her sisters-in-law; every one of them had tears streaming down their faces. "Oh Ginny," Hermione hugged her.
Suddenly a bang erupted into the room and all the girls jumped and turned around. George was standing over the fireplace with Fred laughing; they had set off a box of firecrackers. "Fred! You'll wake up all the children," Angelina scowled. "Sorry dear," Fred grinned. And from upstairs Cameron called from Fred and George's old room, "Dad! We are trying to sleep!" Downstairs all the adults burst out laughing.
In her father's old room on the top floor of the Burrow Hope listened to her family laughing downstairs. She smiled slightly to herself and she heard Emma whisper hoarsely, "Merry Christmas Hope." But when Hope rolled over in her father's old bed to return the wishes she found Emma on the camp bed fast asleep and snoring slightly.
A Harry Potter fan fiction by
Kaidi MacKay
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or places that have been mentioned in this fan fiction that relate to the published works of J.K. Rowling, author of the Harry Potter series. No copyright infringements are deliberate. All original characters and places mentioned in the Harry Potter series including Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and Quidditch Through the Ages are copyrighted to J.K. Rowling and her publishers. The only character in this fan fiction that is an original of the author is Hope Harry Weasley. This character is an original creation of the author Kaidi MacKay.
A/N: Thanks to all those great reviewers, it's great to know that you are all out there. And on a side note. None of the original characters like Hope and her cousins are Mary Sue's/ Gary Stu's, they portray no one I know but themselves.
Chapter three: Christmas Day
As Hope stepped into the kitchen of the Burrow her nostrils filled with the scent of her grandmother's cooking, and Grandma was cooking Hope's favorite thing, gingerbread.
"Hello, who's this big girl?" Hope's grandfather held out his arms. "Grandfather!" Hope dove into his arms. "Hullo Hope, Merry Christmas," Arthur Weasley hugged his youngest granddaughter. "Merry Christmas Grandfather," Hope hugged her grandfather as tightly as she could, he was wider than she remembered. Hermione was shaking the soot off herself as Ron appeared in the fireplace. "Arthur," Hermione kissed his cheek, "Merry Christmas." "Same to you, you do look wonderful today Hermione." Arthur said. "Dad!" Ron hugged his father, just to remind himself that it was all okay. Arthur Weasley had been at high risk during Voldermort's return, and Ron could never quiet shake the feeling that he was going to come back home and find him dead or missing. "Merry Christmas," they said together. Hope giggled. "Come on, Percy and Penelope will be here soon, then we can open presents, no doubt the twins are eager to," Arthur lead Ron, Hermione and Hope into the living room. "Which twins Dad?" Ron laughed. "Cameron and Emma," Arthur smiled. Ron thought about his family now. Percy and Penelope had married after Voldermort's return, afraid, Ron thought that they may die. They had two boys, Jacob and Thomas, 5 and 6 respectively. Fred had married Angelina shortly after they finished school and now had twins, a year older than Hope, Cameron and Emma. George had a bachelor's pad in Hogsmeade with his friend Lee Jordan, Bill was working in Egypt still and Charlie wasn't about to give up his job with the dragons anytime soon. Ginny was still living at the Burrow; she hadn't known what to do with herself after Voldermort fell. She had been in love with Harry, and Harry had loved her, he bought her a ring, knowing he would die, but he wanted to give it to her before he died. Ron cursed Voldermort in his head. If it hadn't been for him Harry would be there in the Burrow that day, and Ron had no doubt he would be kissing Ginny under the mistletoe.
"Cameron, Emma," Hope called out to her cousins. "Hope say hello to everyone please," Hermione coxed. "Hello Uncle Fred and Uncle George, Hello Aunty Angelina and Aunty Ginny- Grandmother," Hope dove into Molly Weasley's arms. "Hello dear," Mrs. Weasley said. "Hello? Are you all home?" Percy called from the kitchen. "Uncle Percy," Hope and Emma exclaimed, and sprinted from Mrs. Weasley to their Uncle in the kitchen.
The clock struck 12pm in the hall as the Weasley clan settled down in the living room around the large Christmas tree. The star at the top was reflecting specks of light off on to the walls and the tree had been decorated with little bits and bobs. Hope sat down in Ron's lap and hugged her knees to her chest. She looked around the room at her cousins and uncles and aunts. Mrs. Weasley was passing around pumpkin juice and Mr. Weasley began passing around presents. Cameron and Emma got the first one, broomsticks from their parents. Hope wished with all her might that she to would get a broomstick. No such luck.
She loved all her presents, a new sweater from Grandmother and Grandfather, coloring pencils from Uncle Percy and Aunty Penny, Canary Creams from Uncle George, new robes from Uncle Fred and Aunty Angelina and a new book from Mum and Dad, but no broom.
Later that night, with all the children tucked in bed, in their parent's old rooms, the Weasley adults sat around downstairs, sipping the wine Penny had bought from her parents. Hermione watched Ron and George verse each other at chess while she, Penny, Angelina and Ginny sat on the floor around the fire. "It was fun today wasn't it?" Hermione said. "Yes, it was," Penny, said, watching her husband talk with Fred. "Weren't the children wonderful?" Angelina mused. "I wish I had children," Ginny sighed. "Oh Ginny," Hermione hugged her. "It's ok, it's supposed to be hard when you lose someone you love, I can't help feeling there is something wrong here." Ginny looked over at her brothers. "Ginny, did Ron ever give you that ring?" Hermione asked. Ginny put her hand to her throat and retrieved a gold chain with a ring on it. "Wow, did Ron give you that?" Angelina exclaimed. "It was from Harry, he had written the most beautiful letter with it. I've read it a thousand times, though, don't tell the boys, they'll go all protective and nosy and want to know what it says. And I couldn't tell them," Ginny fiddled with the ring. The girls giggled loudly, causing everyone else to turn and stare. "Sorry," they mumbled. "Ginny, tell us what it says, please, we won't tell?" Angelina begged. "You're so nosy," Penny said, shocked. "It's ok, I'll tell you a little bit, some of it is really personal." Ginny whispered, causing Hermione, Penny and Angelina to lean in closely. "He says, firstly, 'My Dearest Ginny, I'm sorry that this letter has to be after my death, but I have to tell you all this so I know you will have no questions and you will not spend your whole life wondering. Yes, I do have to die to kill Voldermort. It is not something I want to do, but to make sure you and Ron and Hermione are safe I must so that you can all be free from the burden I bought down on you all. I gave Ron my Firebolt, him and Hermione my cloak. My gold goes to Hogwarts and please take care of Hedwig. Ginny, I wish I didn't have to do this to you, I feel I must tell you the truth. Yes I do love you and I am doing this because it is right and so you can be free. After I die you must move on and live the life I want you to have, this is why I'm giving up myself, so you can live. It is alright to fall in love again, I want you to be happy, I will always be with you, I love you, Always there with you, yours always, Harry Potter.'" Ginny recited in an undertone, "That's the very short version." She looked into the eyes of her sisters-in-law; every one of them had tears streaming down their faces. "Oh Ginny," Hermione hugged her.
Suddenly a bang erupted into the room and all the girls jumped and turned around. George was standing over the fireplace with Fred laughing; they had set off a box of firecrackers. "Fred! You'll wake up all the children," Angelina scowled. "Sorry dear," Fred grinned. And from upstairs Cameron called from Fred and George's old room, "Dad! We are trying to sleep!" Downstairs all the adults burst out laughing.
In her father's old room on the top floor of the Burrow Hope listened to her family laughing downstairs. She smiled slightly to herself and she heard Emma whisper hoarsely, "Merry Christmas Hope." But when Hope rolled over in her father's old bed to return the wishes she found Emma on the camp bed fast asleep and snoring slightly.