December 9: 1999

16 days until Christmas…

"Snowflaaaaakes in the chilly air," Molly sang along to the radio.

Fleur abruptly stood up. "I think I'll go check on Teddy and Victoire."

"I'll come with you," Ginny said quickly, shuddering as Celestina Warbeck hit another high note. "They probably need diaper changes anyway."

Ron waited until his mother was in the kitchen of the Burrow before switching off the radio with a relieved sigh.

"So, George, how are things at the store?" Bill asked.

"Pretty quiet, actually." George said, putting his arm around Angelina. "We've been busy trying to find a new house."

"We?" his wife repeated, laughing, "More like just me rambling about square meters and pretty views while you nod and give me vacant looks."

George ducked his head. "Yeah, that sounds about right."

Harry arrived in the room and draped his coat over a chair. "Merry Christmas, everyone."

"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed, descending the stairs with Teddy on her hip. She kissed his cheek. "Where were you?"

"Long day at the Auror office," Harry admitted. "Where's Andromeda?"

"Probably stressing out at home. I had to convince her to let me babysit Teddy today. Which, by the way, is now your job." Ginny passed the turquoise-haired toddler over to Harry with a light laugh and went to go help in the kitchen.

Within an hour, the entire Weasley clan had arrived. Percy started a loud discussion with his Muggle fiancée Audrey on the effectiveness of tax audits while Bill, Charlie, George, and Ron played a game of two-aside Quidditch in the rapidly dimming sunlight.

"Who wants some cookies?" Hermione's voice rang from the dining room.

Ron Apparated to the table at once, while Hermione shook her head disapprovingly. "I went to the store, I bought the dough, I brought it home, and I baked the cookies all by myself. I think only I should get to eat any."

"What?" Ron asked, spraying the table with cookie crumbs.

Hermione threw a napkin at him. "The Little Red Hen. It's a Muggle thing."

"And if we all lived by that philosophy, dearie, half this family would starve," Molly commented, placing a dish of chocolate trifle on the table. She spun around at the kitchen door and shook her finger. "Wait until everyone gets here!"

George hastily withdrew his hand. "Merlin, it's like she has eyes in the back of her head."

"And super sensitive hearing, too!" Molly called from the kitchen.

"I think all mothers are like that," Hermione mused.

George couldn't help beaming at Angelina as he nodded, as if to say, "It's now or never."

She took a deep breath. "Well I guess we're about to find out… because, well, I'm going to be a mother soon."

There was a split second of silence and then the dining room exploded.

Ginny started hugging Angelina like there was no tomorrow. "You have no idea how freaking happy I am for you right now!" she shrieked.

Angelina hugged her back with equal fervor. "I know! I'm so excited!"

Ron clapped George on the back. "Bloody hell! I'm going to an uncle!"

"I don't know whether to cry or laugh right now." Molly covered her mouth with her hand and clutched Arthur for support.

And if someone had passed by the Burrow that evening, they would've seen a house with fifteen -and a half- celebrating Weasleys.

I have no idea where the last part came from. XD I'm pretty much making up these little stories as I go along.

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