"Mommy..Daddy!" a young girl exclaimed as she jumped onto a large four poster bed. Her pink pajamas seemed slightly big on her, but she didn't seem to mind.
"Wake up!" She said jumping up and down on the bed. Her light brown braided pigtails bounced with her movements.
"Wake up mommy. It's Christmas." The girl said whipping back the blanket. The woman who had just had the sheets pulled off her face, clamped her hands down over her face.
"Waaakkkeee upppp!" The girl said trying to pry her mother's hands off her face. Her mother shook her head and laughed.
"Fine…Daddy Wake up." The girl said whipping back the blanket on where her father slept. Only one problem…her father wasn't there.
"RAWWR!" Said a loud voice. The girl turned and her father scooped her up into his arms. She shrieked and tried to kick herself free.
"This is what happens to little girls who wake their parents up." He said as he hung his daughter upside down by her ankles.
"No fair! No Fair!" She shouted in-between fits of laughter. Her father then threw her onto the bed. Her mother laughed and began tickling her.
"No no Stop. I'll do anything." The little girl said in-between laughs.
"Well Catherine why don't you…go help wake up-" her father started.
"Mione!" she finished for him.
"If you want." He said smiling. She smiled back and ran out of the room.
"You spoil the child Remus."
"Happy Christmas Sarah." Remus smiled leaning over the bed and kissing his wife. A small screech came from the corner.
"Oh…that's Will." Sarah groaned while running a hand through her long, black hair. She threw the sheets off of her and walked over to the grand crib that was set up in the corner of the large room.
"Hello Little Boy." She said smiling. She lifted a young baby boy, about 3 months old, out of his crib. He was the spitting image of his father at a young age.
"My strong William." Remus said smiling and taking the baby from his wife. He lifted his son high up in the air and then cuddled him to his chest.
"Come on. Lets go downstairs." Said Sarah as she grabbed her robe and headed for the door. The wood floor gave a light creak at her footsteps.
"Wake up!" Catherine declared as she burst through yet another room. A small girl, who looked to be almost 2, with brown hair and her thumb stuck in her mouth followed after Catherine. The small girl carried with her a purple blanket with a white 'O' stitched on it.
"'addy." She said through a muffled voice while tugging on the arm that hung of the bedside.
"Hermione your daughter is calling you." A deep voice said.
"Wake up…It's…Christmas." Catherine said while tugging on the sheets of the large bed.
"It may be Christmas but that doesn't change the fact that it is still 6 a.m. in the morning" the deep voice said again.
"All right I'm up." A female voice said with a small yawn. She sat up in bed and then quickly got out.
"Aunt Hermione…Tell us a story." Catherine tugged on Hermione's pant leg.
"Like what one?" She asked running a hand through her bushy brown hair which looked quite tame actually.
"How 'addy became Minmitry ob Mabic." The small girl said leaving the hand that hung over the side of the bed to go stand by her mother.
"Well…"Hermione said taking Catherine and setting her on her lap. She took her daughter and sat her also on her lap.
"You remember how Harry defeated-" Hermione started.
"Lord Voldemort…it's in all the stories." Catherine finished.
"Yes. Well, After defeating Voldemort, everyone realized that a new Minister was needed. Voldemort had killed the first one and now they needed a new one. Well there were big council's that tried to decide who would be the next Minister. There were many people who wanted to be but there was one that seemed to stand out among the rest. He had been brave in the face of danger against Voldemort and had even saved several people. He had done very well on his N.E.W.T.S and was noted for being a Hogwarts prefect for two years. His father was even in the Ministry." Said Hermione.
"Gran-pa." The little girl said.
"Very good Olive." Hermione beamed at her daughter.
"It was decided that this man was the best candidate for Minister and that is how-" Hermione started but was cut off by her daughter taking her thumb out of her mouth and yelling
"Daddy!"
"Glad to see your up." Smiled Hermione at her husband.
"It's 6 a.m." He said groggily kissing his wife and picking up Olive out of her lap. Olive rested her head against his shoulder.
"Ron…you should know by now that Christmas is the only day that children will willingly get up at 6 in the morning." She said with a smile. Ron nodded groggily.
"Come on…Lets go downstairs and start up some food." Said Hermione.
"It's Christmas! It's Christmas!" shouted a boy and his father as they bounced on a large bed. The boy looked to be about 4 with brown hair that covered his eyes when he bounced. He had wide smile with dimples. The two stopped jumping for a minute and lay on the bed.
"What do you think Santa brought you?" The father asked his son.
"Uhmmm…a broom!" The boy exclaimed.
"A broom! Ohh…what kind of broom?" The father asked with interest.
"The new SoundChaser!" The boy said happily and began jumping on the bed.
"Yeah!" The father cheered and proceeded to jump on the bed with his son. A woman entered the room carrying a boy with short black hair. He looked to be about 3 and when he saw his brother and father jumping he tapped his mother's shoulder asking
"Can I jump?" The mother smiled and set her son on the bed. The boy began to jump and fits of laughter emitted from the room.
"Come on Mom! Jump!" The oldest son shouted.
"No no no! Mommy can't be doing any jumping." The father said jumping off the bed and standing next to his wife.
"Isn't that right?" He said putting a hand on his wife's stomach. She was quite pregnant…about 7-8 months pregnant.
"Mommy jumped last year." The youngest son said.
"Mommy didn't have this big belly last year." The mother pointed out. The boys just jumped higher and higher.
"James! Leo! Come on now! Lets go open presents." Their father said. The boys cheered, jumped off the bed and ran out of the room with lightening fast speed.
"Do you think the boys will like their brooms?" The mother asked as she waddled after her sons.
"Faith…come on now. They are the offspring of us, The quidditch champions. How could they not?"
"Oh please Sirius. Quidditch champions? We played for two years at Hogwarts." Said Faith to Sirius.
"And we were the best." Sirius said smiling brightly.
"More like I was the best." Faith snickered teasingly.
"Look who decided to wake up." Molly Weasley smiled brightly to Remus and Sarah as they ventured into the kitchen. The kitchen doors were spread wide open, allowing a good view of the tree with its mountain of presents underneath.
"Smells good Molly." Remus complimented.
"Thank you. I've made plenty of food for everyone. Everyone must eat before diving into presents and- JAMES BLACK! You get away from those presents. Come get something to eat first." Molly hollered into the next room as the eldest Black son reached for a present. He looked put out and trudged into the kitchen.
"You too Leo. Come sit down." She called out to the second son.
"Smells great mum." Ron said coming in and kissing his mom on the cheek. Sirius and Faith came into the kitchen next. After everyone enjoyed a large breakfast they immediately got to present opening.
Faith and Sirius laughed as their youngest son, Leo's face got long and made squeals of excitement at his little broom. Faith would give birth to their next, and last child in January. A baby girl with brown hair and hazel eyes. They would name her Eve. After Voldemort was killed Faith and Sirius became heads of the Department for the Catching and Punishment of Deatheaters. Their main target was always Peter but they still haven't found him. The two went down in history as the couple that escaped from Azkaban.
"What did ya get?" Sarah questioned her son, as he looked down at the brightly colored box confused. Remus laughed as his son shrugged his shoulders and looked at the box. Remus would write a book about the life of a werewolf. The book would become an instant bestseller and Sarah would vie for a law against discrimination against werewolves. The two would have no more children and go in history as fighters for Werewolf rights.
"Wheres Harry and Ginny?" Ron yawned as his daughter climbed onto his lap and stuck her thumb into her mouth.
"James leave Olive alone!…They are somewhere in Ireland I last heard," Hermione replied. Hermione and Ron would have 4 more children, all girls except for one boy. Ron was able to put an end to the fear of Voldemort that was still enlisted in so many. Hermione expanded S.P.E.W. and house elves everywhere were given a choice to work or not.
Suddenly there was a loud rap on the front door.
"Well who that be?" Mrs. Weasley grumbled with her hands on her hips. She walked over to the door and exclaimed, "Harry, Ginny! Dear me!"
"Hey Mum," Ginny said with a smile as she held hers and Harry's young daughter to her chest. The daughter had fire red hair and green eyes…they named her Lily. Harry became famous for killing Voldemort. Ginny wrote a book about Harry's life only years after Remus's book. They couldn't print the books fast enough to sell. The Potters would have 2 more children, both boys. Harry and Ginny walked in and everyone greeted them warmly. Mrs. Weasley closed the door behind Harry and Ginny and smiled at everyone.
The End
(A/N: I have greatly enjoyed writing this story. When I first started with Marauders Misery, I did not expect it to go past 15 chapters, but the large amount of reviews I received pushed me to write more and more. I love this story and hope you loved reading it. Faith Sloom and Sarah Deluna will be appearing in other fics of mine, keep an eye out for them. Review please