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December 25, 1954

Christmas

"Good morning dear, I'm glad you've finally decided to join us," Ophelia greeted when Harry walked into the parlour room, a cup of coffee in his hands as he finally joined his family.

It wasn't his fault that he was 'late' either, it was the damned Auror department and the extra hours they'd had him pull. As it turned out, with the exploding population following the end of the war and the refugees they'd accepted from the continent, Magical Britain was larger than it's ever been before and with such a large amount of growth came crime.

"Sorry love," Harry said as he kissed Ophelia's forehead and moved to their two children. "Hi Olivian, Hi Caroline — you both ready to open up all your gifts?"

Olivian, Harry's son, nodded eagerly at his father. "Yes daddy!"

"Caroline?" Harry asked next, looking towards his daughter now.

"I am, daddy," Caroline said as she tried her best to match Ophelia's elegant seated posture.

She's certainly her mother's girl, Harry thought as he smiled at the girl.

"Wicked, let's get you two going then," He said, the Twin's — if they could be called as much with their vast differences — both smiling at those words.

Where Olivian took after Harry, save for the boy's blond hair colour, Caroline had nearly all of her mother's features but with Harry's jet black hair — the latter of the two was far, far more reserved and elegant-acting than the wild son of theirs. In a way, Olivian was like Aster or the Weasley Twins from his time come again and in a younger body… Harry knew he'd be trouble as he got older. Caroline, on the other hand, would simply be a trouble magnet because of how much she took after Ophelia appearance wise.

"Here we are. One for my big man and another for my beautiful girl," Harry held out a gift with either hand to the children, and when they took them both, he looked over to his wife while they dug into their gifts.

"You worked entirely too long on Christmas Eve, Lord Peverell," Ophelia said icily with one manicured eyebrow raised and her arms neatly folded in her lap.

Harry knew he was in for a mouth full the moment he'd taken the shift that he had rather than letting one of his Junior Aurors do so, but it was well worth it. They were all needed elsewhere, and he as the highest amongst them was needed for coordination efforts.

"I'm home and I made it back right in time," Harry said with a tired smile at Ophelia. "It'll get better soon. I promise."

Ophelia stared at him unblinkingly for a few seconds, then, she smiled ever so slightly and dipped her head. "You'll take a very much deserved vacation when that new batch arrives, won't you?"

"I will," Harry said as he pulled his wife towards him with an arm wrapped around her, their kids already looking towards them once more in their eagerness to open another gift.

Harry knew just what he'd have them open too, and he was sure it'd be the spawn of a… disagreement with his wife. Especially with how often he'd been injured because of it, despite not playing on the Quidditch team.

"Your next gifts are behind the tree — careful, they're a good bit bigger than you," As soon as those words left Harry's mouth, both children raced towards the aforementioned tree to see which of them could open their present first; unsurprisingly, it was Olivian, for his wildness knew no bounds whilst Caroline even when excited still knew her limits.

Again, Harry was reminded of the sheer difference between the two children and couldn't help but compare them to himself and Ophelia. Really, it was like they were miniature versions… he truly hoped that wasn't the case for his sake too, lest he have to raise himself. Stubbornness, the inability to listen to commands all that well and a general sense of recklessness was the last thing he needed Olivian to develop.

"Daddy! You got us brooms!" Olivian yelled, his hands holding the means of travel above his head with an enormous smile on his face.

Caroline looked to Ophelia when she unwrapped the same gift, only a slightly smaller version of it. "Mummy, would you fly with me after breakfast?"

Ophelia smiled at Caroline, and promptly turned towards Harry before answering her daughter. "You didn't tell me that our children were getting brooms this year, my Lord Husband."

"I thought I did… my mistake?" Harry rubbed at his neck and moved to kiss Ophelia's cheek. "I'll make it up to you, my lovely wife."

Her eyes narrowed. "You'll have the task of convincing me why you don't deserve the couch for the next few nights, and I do believe rubbing my feet whilst ensuring me our children won't ride alone would go a long way in helping your case."

A few groans of protest at the riding alone portion of the deal were heard off to his right, but it was already something he'd planned on anyhow.

"Deal," Harry said, clapping his hands together and looking towards their children. "Who wants to finish opening gifts and then go for a ride?"

Caroline and Olivian both showed eagerness at his question, and while they were opening the rest of their gifts, he felt two dainty feet slide into his lap.

"Best get started, Harry," Ophelia said with a smile, wiggling her feet as she did so.

"Me after!" Caroline said over her shoulder as she withdrew a book that Ophelia had picked out for her — apparently it'd been a nursery book from when she was a child.

Harry sighed and shook his head. He'd take a potential night on the couch and semi-angry wife for his children to get their brooms, he only hoped they'd enjoy them as much as he did. Especially with how often they spoke about them.

"Come on, Harry, I'll not be begging you while our babies open their gifts," Ophelia said, again wiggling her feet only this time losing a portion of her usual composure.

He shrugged and began massaging his wife's feet as he lowered his head to her bosom. It was an awkward position, but a comfortable one; nothing could beat spending quality time with his family.