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"Dashing through the snow

in a one horse open sleigh,

o're the fields we go,

laughing all the way . . . "

-James Lord Pierpont

"Ginny, are you packed?" Molly called up the stairs.

"Almost," Ginny bellowed. Molly had been nagging Ginny to start packing for two days. She would have just done it herself except that the ten-year-old insisted on doing it herself; Ginny could be very hard headed when she wanted to be and it just wasn't worth the trouble.

"If you and your suitcase aren't ready in ten minutes, I'm coming up there and packing the thing myself and you'll have no say in what goes inside." Ginny knew it wasn't an empty threat and Molly could almost hear her pick up the pace. Just then Arthur apparated, looking distinctly disheveled.

"I'm sorry Mollywobbles; I got caught up in a-"

"Are you packed?" Molly interrupted, eyeing the balding wizard irritably.

"No I-"

"Ten minutes and then we're leaving with whatever you've got in that bag." Molly said through gritted teeth. As much as Ginny took after her, there were certain aspects of her daughter's personality that practically screamed Arthur Weasley. Arthur dashed up the stairs. She looked around the room, taking inventory. She'd sent the boys' Christmas presents that morning with a post owl (Errol really wouldn't have been able to make the journey) and she'd sent Bill's last week. That left gifts for Arthur, Charlie, and Ginny and then the gifts Arthur had bought. Ginny said she was packing her own. Molly had also packed a magically expanded picnic basket with three days worth of cooking. She'd seen Charlie's kitchen and there was no way it would produce a proper Christmas dinner, even if the twenty-something got it in his head to cook.

They were due in Romania at half ten and it was already ten past. "Ginny, I'm coming up there."

"Fine Mum, I'm done," Ginny replied though her voice sounded a bit higher than usual. Molly climbed the stairs to her daughter's room and opened the door. It looked like a tornado had been through but at least the suitcase was closed and Ginny was dressed. "See," Ginny gloated.

"Yes, well you wouldn't have had to scramble if you'd packed when I told you to. Have you got enough pants for a week and a half?"

"Mum!" Ginny exclaimed, blushing profusely.

"Well? I don't want you to have to wear Charlie's half way through the trip," Molly smiled devilishly. She could joke, as much as her children denied it.

"Yes, I have everything on the list," Ginny extended the list Molly had written a couple days previously.

"Well at least you didn't lose that. Now let's go check on your father." Molly flicked her wand at the suitcase and it zoomed down the stairs to meet the others.

Five minutes later, the shrunken family accompanied their shrunken wares into the fireplace. Ginny tumbled out of the fireplace first and was quickly followed by her mother and then her father. "Charlie!" Ginny exclaimed. The dragon trainer was stretched out on his ratty sofa, his leg propped up on a pillow. She dashed over to him and threw her arms around his neck.

"Hey Ginnykins!" he greeted, ruffling her hair. "How's my favorite sister?"

"I'm your only sister. How are you? We've been so worried."

"No need to worry. It'll be fully healed within a month or so. Hey do you see I got a Christmas tree?"

Molly looked around the room. This was not what she'd had in mind when she'd started planning for Christmas in September.

A/N: Okay, so I'm really trying to finish but we'll see. I hope you enjoyed! REVIEW!!!!

Merry Christmas Eve,

Liz