It was Christmas Eve and at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place in the year 2010 and Harry and Ginny Potter were throwing a party to celebrate the holiday. All the adults were downstairs enjoying the celebration, drinking fine wine, Firewhiskey and dancing to merry carols. The adults in attendance who had children, had placed their kids in the magically expanded playroom upstairs. Under sensory charms so that the adults knew if they were needed and a silencing charm so the noise of the party wouldn't wake them, twenty-five children had been put to bed on a cold December evening.
Unknown to the adult's downstairs, not all the children were asleep. Up in the playroom, a group of mischievous six-year-olds sat in a small circle in the centre of the room. While their parents partied and the other children slept, the six-year-olds were discussing what sorts of pranks they should do next, the previous week they had managed to turn everyone's hair purple and they wanted to plan an even better prank.
Giggling merrily as they plotted what to do next, the small group of children were shocked when the door to the room opened, emitting their Aunt Hermione who was dressed in skinny black jeans and a long, flowing, sparkly top and heels. Pushing an errant curl behind her ear, Hermione swiftly walked across the room towards them and looked down at the group on the floor with a loving yet disapproving look on her face.
"How come you're not in bed? If you're not asleep, Santa won't come tonight, and you won't have any presents tomorrow." She told them quietly.
James, the ringleader of the group, looked up at his favourite aunt with watering puppy dog eyes and an adorable pout before speaking in the sweetest tone; "but Auntie Mione we not tired", as he said this, he let out an enormous yawn at which his aunt chuckled.
"Of course, not dear but you guys should get to sleep anyway because the sooner you get to sleep the faster you will wake up and it will be Christmas," she told them knowingly.
"M'kay" James mumbled, stifling a yawn as he groggily stood up and stumbled to bed, the other five following his lead returned to their own beds as well.
Hermione softly hummed a lullaby her own mother had once sung to her. Once she was sure that they were all asleep, she carefully ensured all the children were tucked up into bed. She then spun on her heels and left the room closing the door gently, so not to wake any of them.
Unbeknown to her a small gold chain with an hourglass had fallen out the pocket of her jeans as she was leaving the room...