J.K. Rowling owns.

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24th December 2008

The Potter house looked like a Christmas card. Snow was falling thick and fas, covering the cottage with a powdery white blanket. The lake beside the house had frozen solid, and previously had been the place of more Christmas card-worthy scenes, as the young mother taught her hree-year-old son (and her twenty-eight year old husband) how to ice-skate. But now, as night fell, the thick snow glimmered in the light streaming from the windows.

Inside, a six foot christmas tree glittered and sparkled with fairies and glowing baubles, and on the top, a dancing angel. In front of the fire, Harry was sat in what he always denied was his favourite armchair, (because he didn't want to sound old, but in reality was the only armchair which he found comfortable) with a son in each arm. He was just on the verge of falling asleep. Ginny was stretched out across the sofa, six-month-old Lily asleep in her arms.

The next day they were to go to the Burrow, but they had decided to spend Christmas eve as just their newly improved family. Harry had tuned the wireless to a Muggle classical station, and the simple, beautiful carols washed over the small, sleepy family.

When the fire had died down, Harry woke up. The clock had just struck midnight. It was Christmas Day. He stood up, careful not to wake either of his boys, and carried them upstairs to bed. After tucking them in, he made his way back downstairs. Ginny was still fast asleep on the sofa, but as he bent down to take Lily up to bed, she stirred and opened her eyes.

"Merry Christmas," Harry whispered, kissing her gently on the lips. She pulled his face closer, kissing him back. "Merry Christmas."

"Lily's first."

"Yeah..."

"Who'd have thought we'd get this far?"

Ginny sat up, kissing Lily's head. "Not me."

"Let's take her up to bed."

After they had tucked her in, Ginny turned to Harry. "So what did you get me for Christmas?"

"You'll have to wait until later!" Harry grinned.

"Shame. I suppose you'll have to wait until later for my Christmas present," she pulled him closer.

"Oh really?" Harry breathed. "What's that then?"

Ginny put her arms around his neck, and kissed him as passionately as she could. She jumped up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. She pulled back and whispered, "guess."

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So yeah, I had a burst of Christmassy-ness after singing carols in a supermarket for 4 hours to raise money for my orchestra. So I thought I'd drop a Christmas bauble on you, just to prove that I haven't died or whatever.

Merry Christmas to everyone! I hope you have a wonderful holiday season!