Harry sat in the living room at the Burrow watching as Teddy and Victoire tore into Christmas gifts like a horde of wildcats. In that few hours of wakefulness, there had been screaming, shouting, and a few tears over some spilt hot cocoa. It was Harry's third Christmas as a parent –co parenting with Andromeda really, but she wanted to step back now that Teddy was getting older and more active – and somehow he always forgot the noise excited children made when coming to see what Father Christmas had left. Andromeda celebrated Yule and Christmas a leftover tradition from Ted and was coming over later to exchange gifts.
Ginny and Ron wanted to be home for the holidays, Ron's schedule was accommodating GInny's less so. The team gave players two days for Christmas Day and Boxing Day and that was it. The major leagues definitely held their players to a higher standard. So Ginny was sleeping in while Harry, Bill, Fleur, Molly and Arthur sat up with the kids who were way too excited to sleep past 6:30.
Teddy toddled over to Harry to show his new dragon stuffy. He was as emphatic as a toddler with poor language skills could be. Teddy was slow to learn to speak but was very smart. He knew his colors and how to count to five, he just didn't feel like talking in sentences yet.
Harry smiled and listened as his boy babbled excited noises about the toys he had received. Then, quick as he had appeared, he vanished down the hall with Victoire chasing each other in a excited game of tag.
Molly smiled at the look on his face and patted his shoulder warmly before going to whip up a display of breakfast for the family.