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Mission Successful by LittleRose13
I wrote this a while back, and then @blvnk-art posted this piece, which sort of felt like she’d reached into my head! Merry Christmas everyone!
Day 12, The 12 Days of Shipmas - It’s Christmas Eve and you’re not here?😢
Words: 4,020
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
24th December, 2009
“Mummy, Jamesy says it’s Christmas Eve today. Is it really?”
Ginny turned around at Al’s little voice, momentarily looking away from feeding Lily, and noticing that he’d picked all of the blueberries out of his pancake and left them on the side of his plate. “James is right, today is Christmas Eve.”
“See, Al. I told you.” James drank some pumpkin juice smugly.
“But today can’t be Christmas Eve,” Albus persisted, ignoring his brother.
“Why can’t it?” Ginny asked, grabbing Lily’s last slice of banana before she squished it into her hair.
“Because Daddy isn’t home yet,” he stated factually and Ginny’s heart sank. “He’s been gone for ages.”
“Daddy left on Saturday, today is Thursday. That’s five days.” Ginny tried to pretend she was just practising the days of the week with her younger son, and didn’t think about how this was supposed to be a two day Auror mission.
“Will he be home today?” James asked the one question Ginny didn’t have an answer to.
“I hope so, sweetheart.”
James’ face fell. “You hope so? So he might not be home today?” His lip trembled and his eyes filled up with tears.
“Is Daddy gonna miss Christmas?” Albus voiced everybody’s biggest fear in the inquisitive way only a three-year-old can manage. As he spoke, he turned to James with a scared expression and saw that his brother was crying. This seemed to confirm the worst for Albus and he began to cry too.
“Daddy!” Lily cried desperately, and she started to cry, because that was just what Ginny needed in that moment. She honestly felt like joining her three children in their sobbing fest.
“It’s not fair!” James bolted from the breakfast table and over to the window seat, where he buried his face in the cushions and sobbed. Albus took one look back at Ginny and followed his brother at top speed, throwing himself down right beside James in equal misery.
Ginny sighed, looking up towards the ceiling. This was not going to plan at all; things never did when Harry was on a mission.
“Jamesy Awbus cwy,” Lily observed, still sniffing herself. She wasn’t really old enough to know it was Christmas but she was able to understand that Daddy wasn’t there and hadn’t been for a few days.
“Let’s cheer them up, Lily-Lu.” Ginny unintentionally borrowed Harry’s nickname for their daughter and picked her up. If Lily thought this was strange, she didn’t show it.
“No cwy Jamesy Awbus.” Lily toddled over and roughly patted both her brothers on the back.
“I got sad stuck in me,” Albus explained to her, lifting his head from the cushions. James just continued to wail.
Ginny opened her arms out and Albus fell into them instead of the cushions where he continued to cry. “We’ve all got some sad stuck in us today, Al. Maybe we can help each other get the sad out?”
“Yeah!” Albus agreed triumphantly.
James joined the group hug. “How do we get the sad out?”
“Hello, it’s Christmas Eve! We have the best Christmas Eve ever.” Ginny put on an excellent imitation of a bright and positive person. “Starting by flying in the garden in our pyjamas!”
It was a cheap trick, to distract the kids with something like a pyjama fly, which they hardly ever did. But if it kept her children happy, at least for now, Ginny was willing to try every cheap trick in the book.
At five, James was old enough to have his own training broom which rose to about three feet. Being a smaller baby, Ginny could still wear Lily on her chest, and Albus was able to perch in front of her on her own broom and she could keep him safe. Not that Ginny would be flying any higher than three feet anyway, only one Potter parent needed to be in danger right now.
Don’t think about that.
Pyjama flying kept them going for forty five minutes before Lily got too cold to stay outside any longer.
“I don’t want to go inside yet!” James complained and Ginny thought fast.
“You don’t want to come inside and play Bubble Ball?”
Bubble Ball was another activity that rarely happened in the Potter household but when it did, it was the biggest treat ever. There were no rules or even skills to Bubble Ball, just that Ginny used her wand to conjure large, everlasting bubbles which the children batted around the room to general delight. After a good few bats, the bubble would pop and rainbow sparks would rain down over the person who popped it, at which point the children would all shout bubble ball!
Bubble Ball lasted until lunch, Lily was exhausted and Ginny thought she could definitely get away with putting Albus down for a nap with her too. She decided she was correct, when he nodded off into his lunch, waking with a start with his fringe covered in tomato soup. She knew she’d have to give him a bath and wash his hair later, but maybe Harry might be back by then, Ginny felt herself childishly hoping.
With the two youngest asleep, Ginny cleared up from lunch while James coloured at the table. His artwork was abstract at best and the helpful accompanying written explanations did nothing to clarify what he had drawn ever. She sat down with him and drew a big Weasley jumper picture and coloured it in with as many different colours as possible, James helping her towards the end when he’d finished his own picture.
“What do you think, James, shall we show this to Grandma Molly tomorrow for her next design?”
James nodded and laughed. “I think she should make it for Uncle Percy! He would look great.”
Ginny smiled proudly and caught sight of James’ own picture, which contained lots of squiggles, a few recognisable letters, several smiley faced, stick-bodied people, and his own name printed at the bottom. “What did you draw, James?”
“I wrote a letter to Father Christmas,” James explained. “Shall I read it to you?”
Ginny was very glad he hadn’t asked her to read it out loud and become upset when she couldn’t read out exactly what he’d meant to write like last time. “Yes please, Jamesy.”
“Dear Father Christmas, I know I already wroted to you a long time ago, but I wanted to say a few changes to my first letter please. First, don’t worry about the new broom. You can give it to Al if you already got it. Second, you don’t have to put anything in my stocking this year.
There’s only one thing I really want for Christmas, and I know you can make it happen. Please, for Christmas, I would like my Daddy to come home and never go away again. Thanks Father Christmas. From James.”
His eyes skimmed vaguely over the squiggles as he clearly made the words up as he went. The sentiment was clear though and it made Ginny’s heart ache.
“That's… a very nice letter, James. Why don’t you put it at the fireplace so Father Christmas can collect it from the chimney? I’m going to get your brother and sister from their nap.”
She didn’t go straight to the children’s bedrooms, instead taking a quick stop in her and Harry’s room, which she’d had to herself for five days now. It was starting to feel cold and empty compared to the rest of the house.
Ginny didn’t mind that Harry’s job took him away like this from time to time. She’d known when she married him that she was hardly signing up for a quiet life, and that hadn’t changed just because they’d had three children. There was just something about it being Christmas Eve that made it all the more painful to be away from him.
The head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (Harry’s boss) updated her regularly with enough information to know Harry was alive, wherever he was, and would be home as soon as they could spare him. She unfolded the last letter she’d received, the night before, simply confirming he was safe and with the hope that it would be the end of the mission, then a reminder that she couldn’t contact him directly without compromising his safety.
“It’s Christmas Eve, and you’re not here,” she whispered to herself, clutching the small pendant necklace Harry had bought for her birthday which she never took off.
A cry from Lily’s room brought her back to her senses and she went to retrieve her daughter, who cheered up immensely when she saw Ginny, and was chattering away happily to her about a dream she’d had involving a yoocorn. This was quite the contrast to Albus, who was sleeping so peacefully, it broke Ginny’s heart to wake him, but he’d never sleep at night if she didn’t. When she leant over and stroked his back to wake him up, he scowled at her and threw a leg out, kicking Ginny in the head in the process.
“Ow,” Ginny muttered, gingerly leaning back over to try again. This time he let her pick him up, but he wasn’t happy about it and he miserably nuzzled into her neck, his hair all scratchy where it had soup dried in it that hadn’t scourgified out.
Ginny had reached her last resort and settled the children in front of the rarely-used television with a muggle film. Albus refused to leave her side which meant James and Lily were equally clingy, but it was rather nice to snuggle with all three of her kids at the same time.
It was dark by the time the film ended, and Ginny realised some small part of her had been convinced that Harry would be back by the time it was over. It was getting closer to the time each day where she tended to receive an owl informing her that Harry was still safe but the mission was taking longer than they thought and Ginny’s heart sank. She gave the children dinner but was unable to eat anything herself, her stomach churning with anxiety and disappointment.
She pushed the feelings to one side and focused on giving the children a bath instead, managing to pass off all three of them sharing as an amazing treat rather than because she didn’t know what else to do. Things were fairly peaceful, Lily passing a floating giant squid toy back and forth with Albus, while Ginny washed the tomato soup out of his hair. James broke the peace in a heartbeat only minutes later when Ginny was combing conditioner through Albus’ dark hair.
“Don’t worry, Lily. I wroted to Father Christmas and asked him to bring Daddy home tonight. He might even be here already.” He spoke very sincerely to his little sister, playing with a handful of bubbles and making her laugh. Lily hadn’t listened to what he’d said at all, but Albus had.
“Daddy’s home! Can we go and see him now?” He tried to pull himself up on the edge of the bath but in his haste, slipped sideways and fell backwards into the bath water, where Ginny quickly caught him before his head went under. It scared him and he didn’t move, gripping onto Ginny’s arms.
“Jamesy, you know Father Christmas will try his best to bring Daddy home for Christmas,” Ginny started gently, setting Albus upright and rinsing his combed hair with her wand. “But I don’t think he’s home just yet.”
She hadn’t received an owl yet, but she also knew it was too good to be true that Harry would be waiting for them downstairs.
“But he’s Father Christmas. He can do anything!”
“I want Daddy!” Albus added.
Ginny was rapidly running out of distraction techniques.
“Why don’t we go and hang your stockings by the fireplace?”
James gave her a reproachful look like he knew exactly what she was doing, but it worked on Albus, who pushed his wet hair away from his eyes and beamed, and Lily reached her arms up, asking to be taken out of the bath.
Ginny dried Albus’ hair with her wand while James helped Lily put her pyjamas on, his own pyjamas especially adorable with a pattern of Hippogriffs wearing Christmas jumpers. Albus had a matching set which he begged Ginny to find once his hair was dry.
“Here’s mine!” Albus said, holding up a Christmas stocking with his name on when they were downstairs and by the fireplace. “I’ll find yours too, Lily.”
Only James had remembered what he’d said in the bath, and he looked around the empty living room in disappointment. Ginny placed her arm around his shoulders and gave him a squeeze. ���Let’s hang your stocking, Jamesy.”
“Okay,” James sighed, unenthusiastically.
With four stockings in her hand (one was for Teddy, who would be coming over before they all went to The Burrow), Ginny levitated each one to hang on the mantelpiece. Albus watched her delightedly cross-legged on the ground like it was a show, with Lily sat on his lap. James stood, looking very small with his arms folded.
Instead of hanging them straight up, Ginny made the stockings whizz around the room, floating past the children and skimming Albus’ fluffy hair (Ginny never had got the hang of drying it with her wand the way Harry did). James reluctantly smiled and let out a tiny laugh when his own stocking span round his head.
They left a plate beside the fireplace, with a mince pie for Father Christmas and a carrot for Rudolph. It sat beside James’ heart-wrenching letter. Lily yawned widely and Ginny took all three children up to bed, putting Lily down while the boys brushed their teeth. She left James finishing off his teeth while she read Albus a story and he fell asleep.
James, however, was not in his bedroom or the bathroom when Ginny came to tuck him in. She had a suspicion as to where he might be instead, and sure enough, a snuffling noise gave away his hiding place under the Christmas tree downstairs.
“James, come on. Your brother’s already asleep and it’s past your bedtime.”
“No, I’m waiting here for Daddy to come home.” His voice was muffled by branches.
“Father Christmas won’t be able to leave you any presents if you’re not in bed,” she gently coaxed.
“I don’t care, I want Daddy more than presents.”
“Jamesy, come out now please.” He noticed the change in her tone and slowly crawled out, tears on his face. She scooped him up and cradled him to her like he was a baby again and he clung right back. “I want Daddy to come home too, more than anything, and he will come home very soon. Maybe in time for Christmas Day, maybe not. I promise, we’ll have Christmas Day with Daddy, even if we have to make our own Christmas Day when he’s home.”
James listened to all of this and allowed Ginny to rock him gently while she spoke. Out of the corner of her eye, Ginny noticed an owl swooping towards the kitchen window. She shifted James so he was sat on her hip, walked him to the kitchen, retrieved the letter from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and placed it unopened on the table - she would read it after James was in bed; she knew what it said anyway.
Lily was sleeping soundly in her bedroom, Albus’ bedroom was also silent but James was sobbing noisily into his pillow, and no amount of singing or hair stroking was doing anything to help. Ginny felt her own breath catch in her throat at the sight of her heartbroken son.
“What will make you feel better, Jamesy? How can Mummy help?” She would have been surprised if he was able to articulate what he needed in that moment, but he considered her question.
“Can I sleep in your bed with you?” he asked innocently.
Ginny reached out and pulled him in close for a hug. “Of course, sweetheart.”
James smiled and crawled out of bed, following Ginny into the master bedroom. The bed was unmade and a snuffling sound was coming faintly from somewhere in the middle. Ginny suspected she knew the source of the snuffling, and sure enough, when she gently lifted the duvet up, Al’s small figure was curled up at the foot of the bed. His face was red from crying and his hair sticking up at all angles. He looked relieved to see his mum.
“I’m too sad to sleep by myself,” he whispered and it was the most gut-wrenching sentence he could have possibly said in that moment.
James wriggled his way into the bed and curled up on one side, while Ginny picked Albus up and smoothed his hair back into place as best she could. “Looks like I’m going to have both my boys with me tonight.”
Albus snuggled against James, who threw one arm loosely around his brother. For all their squabbling, they really did love each other so much and in that moment, Ginny knew the two of them completely understood how the other was feeling. It was enough for them both to feel safe enough to fall asleep under Ginny’s loving gaze.
She kissed both their foreheads, and crept from the room to set up the living room for the morning. The little presents she and Harry had bought for the children fitted neatly into their stockings; the bigger presents they’d written to Father Christmas for sat waiting patiently by the Christmas tree; she took a bite out of the mince pie; everything was as perfect as it could be, without Harry there.
The boys were still sleeping when Ginny quietly got ready for bed and joined them, their tiny bodies warm as they curled up around her. It had been an emotionally exhausting day, and tomorrow would be no easier, but for now she needed sleep.
She dreamt of crying children who she couldn’t reach. It was as if she were rooted to the spot, unable to move, even though she really wanted to. She heard James sobbing mournfully and Albus crying softly, Lily wailing and even Teddy bursting into tears.
“Jamesy, wake up! Father Christmas is downstairs. I can hear him walking around,” Albus hissed at his brother. Ginny blinked in the darkness, realising she wasn’t dreaming and remembering she had her boys with her, but Albus didn’t seem to be crying. “I’m going to see if I can see him!”
Before Ginny could process what was going on, the bed shifted and a little shape wriggled off and whizzed from the room, clattering down the stairs excitedly.
“Oh Merlin, no. Albus!” Ginny muttered to herself, pulling her body out of the bed where James was stirring too.
“Al, wait for me!” James cried and he too rolled out of bed and dashed off.
The thundering footsteps down the stairs courtesy of James woke Lily up and she was crying loudly from her bedroom. Ginny stood on the landing, torn between retrieving her sons and going to Lily. Lily’s cries were distressed and panicked, so she chose to go there first, picking her up and rocking her while simultaneously walking downstairs.
“Was it really him? I heard him in the fireplace! I did!”
“It was him! Our stockings are full, we missed him!”
“Did his reindeer eat the carrot?”
Damn. The carrot. Ginny knew she’d forgotten to do something.
“Yes! Look, it’s all nibbled.”
Brilliant, they had mice.
“Mummy, Father Christmas has been!” Albus announced when he saw her, then he spotted the stern look on her face and remembered he wasn’t supposed to be out of bed. “Oops.”
“He took my letter, he took it up the chimney with him!” James was so excited. “That means he’s read it and he can bring Daddy home!”
“Daddy!” Lily echoed her brother.
Ginny didn’t know what she had done to deserve such an emotionally taxing Christmas Eve.
“Daddy!” Lily cried again, more insistently.
“You’ll see Daddy soon, petal,” Ginny soothed, not really wanting Lily to be awake for much longer. Lily herself had other ideas and squirmed violently to be put down, which Ginny hardly had time to argue against.
She ran to the fireplace where James was peering up, looking for Father Christmas. “Daddy shoes!” she insisted.
Albus spotted what Lily was looking at before Ginny did. “Daddy’s shoes are here. Why are Daddy’s shoes here? Unless…” A look of understanding passed over his face.
“Daddy’s home!” James yelled at the same time as Albus cried “our Daddy is Father Christmas!”
Ginny’s heart felt lighter than air as she joined all three of her children in rushing into the kitchen and barrelling straight into Harry. He was there, really there, standing in the kitchen, his arms round her tightly, pressing kisses all over her and the children.
“You’re home,” Ginny breathed into his shoulder as he held her tight with one arm, the other wrapped around all three of their children.
“I’m sorry, Ginny. I had no idea, I wanted to come home sooner. I’m so sorry.” He sounded erratic and exhausted.
“Don’t be sorry, we’re just glad you’re home.” She hugged him tightly again. “Was it you who got the carrot?”
Harry pulled away and winked at her. He knelt down to the children’s level and they threw themselves into his arms. “I missed you all so much, I love you.”
“Daddy!” Lily cried happily, clamouring to be picked up.
“I love you, Daddy,” Albus buried his face into the crook of Harry’s neck.
“I wroted to Father Christmas and asked him to bring you home and he did,” James explained.
At the risk of being knocked over backwards by the excitable Potter children, Harry diverted them to the window seat James and Albus had sobbed into that morning. Lily perched on his lap and James and Albus curled into an arm each. Harry reached around Albus and held Ginny’s hand, although of course she didn’t mind their children getting all the space.
“We’ve had the best Christmas Eve ever when you wasn’t here!” James gushed about their pyjama fly, with some major exaggeration about how high his broomstick had been.
“Then we played Bubble Ball and Lily won,” Albus continued. “And I falled asleep in my soup so Mummy had to wash my hair again, even though she already did wash my hair yesterday.”
“Is that right?” Harry nodded with raised eyebrows, ruffling Albus’ hair, then shared an understanding glance with Ginny. “It sounds like Mummy’s had the best Christmas Eve ever too.”
“It just got much better,” Ginny said, squeezing Harry’s hand.
“But guess what, Daddy? Father Christmas has been and he put presents under our tree and in our stockings!”
“He did? How exciting!” Harry pretended to be shocked, realising Lily had fallen asleep on his lap and pulling her closer to him so she was comfortable.
“Can we open presents now it’s Christmas and Daddy’s home?” James asked hopefully.
In that moment, Ginny and Harry both realised they’d lost their big ace card for getting the kids to sleep tonight, because Father Christmas has already been and no threat of him not coming until they were asleep just wasn’t going to cut it.
“How about a big sleepover in Mummy and Daddy’s bed?” Ginny suggested, hoping this would distract James. Harry half raised his eyebrows in question and she muttered “that’s how I’ve got through today,” in response.
Harry carried Lily from the room, with Albus riding on his back and James at his heels. As they passed the kitchen table, the Potter family didn’t notice the letter from the ministry owl flutter to the floor and fall from its envelope. The letter inside was not the one Ginny had thought it would be; instead, it was much shorter and brought better news.
Mission successful. He’s coming home.
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“She said at night in my dreams
You dance on a tightrope of weird
Oh but when I wake up
You're so normal that you just disappear
You're so straight like commuters
With briefcases towing the line
There's no residue of a torturer
Inside of your eyes”
Crazy=Genius, Panic! at the Disco
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Every day I’ll be posting a NEW piece of art celebrating some of my favourite ships -- the old, the new, the good and the bad.
Today’s ship is Cecil x Carlos from Welcome to Night Vale -- doing a jazzy little swing dance to some Panic! at the Disco.]
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12 Days of Shipmas
Because I LOVE Christmas! ☃️🎁🛍🎅🏼🎄
The concept is simple, 12 short fics leading up to Christmas Eve, each with a different prompt/theme. I thought this would be fun to make so I'm going to do it :) anyone who wants to join me is more than welcome!
2nd December - Christmas gifts🎁
4th December - Christmas tree decorating🎄
6th December - Baby’s first Christmas/snow👶🏼
8th December - Wrapping presents🛍
10th December - Christmas songs🎼
12th December - Did someone spike the eggnog?🍾
14th December - Snowman☃️
16th December - Christmas jumpers🌈
18th December - Ice skating⛸
20th December - A Christmas tradition✨
22nd December - School Christmas play/nativity🎤
24th December - It's Christmas Eve and you're not here?😢
No rules or anything, just an excuse to read/write lots of cute Christmas fluff :) I'm aiming for between 1-2k for each fic. Pick any ships you like for each theme! Mine will be predominantly Hinny💕
Please share with anybody you think may be interested in joining in :) it'll still be fun if this is just me, but it's nice to share!
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#12 days of shipmas#christmas writing prompts#fic prompts#hinny#scorbus#tedtoire#drastoria#jily#romione#12daysofshipmas
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Three is NOT a crowd. Have you seen Anita’s bed? Four even isn’t a crowd. I’m not a huge Ménage fan, but this series it fits perfectly. Have you read any of these tantalizing paranormal reads? Join Berkley Bookmas’s “12 Days of Shipmas” challenge! In a nutshell, we’re celebrating our favorite ships on the ‘gram and you’re welcome to join the fun – the schedule is below! The Ships: 12/1: I Will Go Down With This Ship = fave ship of all time 12/2: Paranormal Pairings = fave paranormal couple 12/3: Love Is Love = fave LGBTQ couple 12/4: Haters to Lovers = fave enemies-to-lovers couple 12/5: Game Baes = fave sports romance couples 12/ 6: Men in Uniform = fave couple with military/army/navy/etc. character 12/7: Angst on Angst on Angst = fave angstiest couple 12/ 8: 3’s Not A Crowd = fave ménage/poly pairings 12/ 9: Christian Bae Day = fave kinky couple 12/10: Heroes in History = fave historical romance couple 12/11: Biker Baes = fave MC romance couple 12/12: Hot Scots = fave Scottish heroes/heroines #12daysofshipmas #Flatlay #berkleybookmas #books #bookquotes #bookstagrammer #booklover #bookworm #booknerd #bookaddict #blogger #bloggerlife #bloggervibes #instapic #bookphotography #bookstagram #bookporn #bookphoto #bookish #booksandflowers #bookobsessed #bookchallenge #Novelgrounds #Bookfeaturepage #Bookshelf #goodreads #libraryofinstagram #booknerd #ilovebooks #instabook
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Today’s #12daysofshipmas theme is #meninuniform. One of my favorites is about Travis and his attempt to live life after a tour in Afghanistan. 📚📚 Something Like Normal by @trishwritesbooks - http://amzn.to/2jm7kq9. 📚📚 ##book #bookstagram #berkleybookmas #reading #romance #bookaddict #bookworm #bookandcandle #somethinglikenormal #trishdoller #ficwishes (at Tyler, Texas)
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Day 10, The 12 Days of Shipmas - A Christmas tradition ✨
In which the Potters wish they’d hired a professional and the Malfoys wish they hadn’t.
Words: 3,001
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Draco/Astoria
21st December, 2011
“We don’t have any recent photos of us with the kids,” Mummy sighed, flipping through a photo album with Lily sat on her lap. Albus was sitting next to her and he was looking at the pictures too, with Daddy.
“There’s one right there, look.” Daddy stuck his finger on a picture while Mummy was still flipping through the pages and she accidentally squished his finger. Sometimes, Mummy did things like that to Daddy and then Daddy looked at her like she was the most special thing in the world and it made Albus feel all happy.
Mummy turned the page back to where Daddy’s finger was now trapped. He had picked out a picture of Mummy with her arms round James and Albus, both curled into her side and Lily standing in front of her.
“That’s me!” said Lily, pointing herself out proudly. “When I was only three.” Albus didn’t think she needed to tell everyone something they already knew.
“No, I meant of us,” Mummy moved her hand between her and Daddy to show what she meant. “You took that photo, you’re not in it.”
Lily continued to turn the pages of the photo album. “Daddy’s in this one!”
The photo she pointed to was from the Christmas before when Daddy had received a funny present from Uncle Neville of a set of beard baubles. The photo showed Albus and his siblings happily hanging the decorations from Harry’s beard until he looked completely ridiculous. Albus remembered it had been the most fun ever because Daddy had looked like a Christmas tree turned upside-down.
“We should take a photo of all five of us,” Mummy persisted. “I can put it on my desk at work.”
Mummy’s ‘desk at work’ wasn’t something that she liked very much, Albus thought. He often heard Mummy complaining about her desk at work and Daddy suggesting that she did her writing flying around on her broomstick instead. Albus asked if he could come to work with Mummy on her broomstick but Daddy said he was joking.
Maybe if Mummy had a photo of everybody on her desk at work, she would like it more. Just like Albus had a photo of Mummy and Daddy on the wall beside his bed in case he missed them in the night.
“Who’s going to take it?” Daddy asked, looking around the room in case a professional photographer might be hiding.
“We’ll put one of those self-timer charms on the camera,” Mummy replied and she stood up, lowering Lily to the ground. “Lils, how would you like to put your prettiest party dress on and take a photo?”
Lily beamed and abandoned the photo album on the table so she could charge off to her bedroom.
“There, now we have to do it,” Mummy said to Daddy. Daddy sighed in the way he always did when Lily asked to be carried somewhere: like he was pretending to be annoyed but he wasn’t really.
“What do you mean we have to dress up for a photo, Lily?” James’ sulky voice was the first thing Albus heard when they all followed Lily upstairs.
“Dress up? As in a costume?” Albus asked dubiously, thinking maybe he’d misunderstood what was said downstairs.
“No! Dress up in pretty clothes!” Lily cried as if it were obvious. She dashed into her bedroom, leaving Albus feeling bewildered and confused and James looking suspicious and angry.
“I am not wearing dress robes.” He folded his arms across his body and scowled.
Dress robes? Nobody had mentioned anything about dress robes but Albus knew how much James didn’t like wearing them, which meant he definitely wouldn’t like wearing them either. “Me too!” Albus replied, copying his brother’s stance.
“Nobody said you had to wear dress robes,” Daddy laughed and Albus unfolded his arms, feeling a bit silly. “Mum wants us all to take a photo together next to the Christmas tree.”
This seemed to fit better with what Albus had thought was happening and he was struck with a sudden idea. “Oh, can I wear my new dragon t-shirt?” he asked enthusiastically and when Daddy nodded, he ran off to find it. It didn’t take long because he knew exactly where it was.
“Do you want to wear your quaffle t-shirt, James?” Daddy was asking when Albus came back.
James shrugged and then considered the question. “Maybe my t-shirt with all the different spells written on it?” he suggested.
“Excellent idea.” Daddy nodded and James rushed off.
Daddy tried to help Albus change into his dragon t-shirt, but Albus reminded him that he was four, nearly five, and could get dressed all by himself. He managed it on his own, and when his head popped out of the dragon t-shirt, Mummy was there with one of Albus’ least favourite things in her hand and attacking his head. He squirmed away from her.
“Al, please will you just sit still for a second so I can brush your hair.” Mummy pleaded with him but he didn’t look at her and instead stared grumpily down at the dragon on the front of his top.
“You already did brush my hair. I’m nearly five, I can do it myself.” Albus found it so infuriating that they didn’t understand he could do everything on his own now easily.
“I give up.” Mummy handed Daddy the hairbrush with a noise that sounded like she wasn’t going to try anymore. “Harry, that hair is all yours.”
Albus knew that Daddy had the hairbrush now, which was better than Mummy having it, but he still eyed Daddy sulkily as he approached him. “Come here, baby boy,” he said kindly and Albus felt a rush of annoyance go all the way through his body.
He definitely was not going to go to Daddy if he was calling him the wrong name after Albus asked Mummy and Daddy to never call him that again when he started school. He wasn’t a baby boy.
“You’re not supposed to call me that anymore!” He folded his arms in frustration and Daddy looked like he had done that time Mummy found out about the secret sweets he kept in the car.
“Sorry, Al. Force of habit. I’m sure my very big and grown up boy can brush his own hair.” Harry passed the hairbrush to Albus, who was pleased to be called very big and grown up. “Here, give it your best shot.” When Mummy wasn’t looking, he put his arm around Al and whispered in his ear. “But we both know it won’t make any difference. Just do it for Mummy please.”
Albus smiled and accepted the hairbrush.
A short while later, the camera was levitated to hover at the correct height and a self-timing charm had been cast. The family stood in front of the Christmas tree, Daddy with one arm around Mummy and the other around James. Mummy placed her other arm around Albus and Lily too.
“Now what?” Daddy asked as they all stood ready for the camera to flash.
“You have to flick your wand to activate the charm,” Mummy explained.
Daddy reached into his back pocket to retrieve his wand, making everyone around him move. As soon as he gripped his hand around it, the camera flashed, taking them all by surprise.
“I wasn’t even ready!” Lily cried indignantly.
“Can we go and play now?” James asked hurriedly.
“No, that was a practice. It wasn’t supposed to go off until you pointed your wand at it, Harry?”
“This is a very old camera,” Daddy muttered. “Let’s try again.”
This time, Daddy had his wand out ready before they stood in front of the tree facing the camera, which Albus thought he probably should have done in the first place. He pointed it at the camera which flashed green once and Daddy quickly hid his wand behind Mummy’s back.
Nothing happened for several seconds.
“Did it work?” James asked with confusion. “It didn’t flash.”
“This is boring,” Albus complained with a sigh while Lily experimentally placed her flower headband on his head and he laughed. He felt like one of the fairies on the Christmas tree but he knew Lily would never let him keep it.
“It’s meant to flash. Maybe we need to-”
The camera suddenly flashed brightly even though none of the Potters were ready and Albus was still wearing Lily’s hairband when Lily was supposed to wear it for the photo.
“Third time lucky, stay still until it flashes.”
Lily reclaimed her hairband and they set up again. Daddy started the timer and they waited patiently for the flash. Lily began to jump up and down with excitement and in the process, bumped into James who loudly complained and stepped backwards right onto Daddy’s foot. Daddy yelped in pain, said a word quietly that Albus knew he wasn’t allowed to say and staggered backwards, crashing into the Christmas tree and causing it to tip sideways and knock over one of Lily’s paper chains.
“My decorations!” Lily wailed.
The camera flashed blindingly and captured the chaos in a photo forever. It took pride of place in the Potter photo album and it was Albus’ favourite family photo.
“Swish went the broomstick, meow went the cat, plop went the hop-toad sitting on her hat.”
Scorpius smiled as his mother sang softly while she brushed his blond hair. He was sitting still with his eyes closed, feeling as if he were at the height of relaxation; Scorpius loved it when Mummy brushed his hair. He was wearing his favourite pyjamas, which were patterned with baby dragons.
“Halloween night when the witches run.” Mummy kissed the top of his head lightly and he opened his eyes.
“Scorpy’s turn!” he cried in delight, spinning around and taking the hairbrush from Mummy. She pulled her dark hair over to one side and leaned towards him. Scorpius very gently brushed the tips of her hair as carefully as he could. “You’re so beautiful, Mummy.”
“You’re my beautiful, sweet son.” She beamed at him and Scorpius felt like a balloon was blowing up inside his heart.
“Daddy says you’re beautiful all the time,” Scorpius continued, still brushing her hair. “I think Daddy is beautiful too.”
“Did you hear that Draco?” Mummy called over to Daddy. “Scorpius thinks you’re beautiful.”
Daddy came over to join them and Scorpius immediately climbed onto his lap, reaching around the back of his neck and pulling his ponytail over one shoulder. He brushed it carefully, then sat back to admire the way his dad’s silvery hair glistened in the light.
“See? Beautiful,” he whispered.
“Thankyou, Scorpius,” Daddy laughed a little bit and then he wrapped his arms around Scorpius’ small, pyjama-clad body and kissed the top of his shiny hair. Scorpius leaned into him and sighed happily; there was nothing better than a Daddy hug, except maybe a Mummy hug, or a Daddy and Mummy hug.
“Are you going to be wearing your pyjamas for the photo, Scorpius?” Mummy tickled him under the chin and he sat up again, looking down at the dragons printed all over his chest. He glanced at both his parents, who were dressed elegantly, and shook his head.
“I suppose not,” he said with a giggle. “Can I wear my robes which are this colour?” He pointed to Mummy’s dress, which was a deep blue.
“I think that’s a marvellous idea,” she smiled and opened Scorpius’ wardrobe to find the robes.
When Scorpius was all dressed in his blue robes, they went downstairs to the big Christmas tree with the sparkling star on the top which Scorpius had put there. There was a man there with a big camera but Scorpius had to wait for ages for lots of talking to happen, and then he had to stand and wait for Mummy and Daddy to be ready by the Christmas tree.
“Place one hand on her shoulder,” the photographer commanded. “Stand further apart.”
Scorpius watched with interest while the photographer bossed his parents around and his Daddy looked the same as he did that time Scorpius found a bunny rabbit digging holes in the garden and tucked it into Mummy and Daddy’s bed as a surprise. He didn’t think this photographer was doing a very good job.
“Can’t I put my arm round her instead? This feels ridiculous.” Daddy was definitely not happy with the photographer.
“That’s not how I usually take these photos. Just last week, I took Christmas photos at the Goyles and they were very happy with my work.”
“No thank you,” Mummy said sharply; it was a voice Scorpius only ever heard her use when she was speaking to Grandfather Lucius.
“We’d rather not,” Daddy agreed.
“Scorpius, come here, darling.” Her voice was kind and soft again and Scorpius didn’t hesitate to obey her.
When he was within reach, she wrapped both arms around him and he felt so safe and warm in her embrace. Daddy had his arm around Mummy too and he wondered if Mummy felt just as content as he did. The photographer wasn’t very content, and he sighed in annoyance, before eventually picking up his camera.
“Child, stop smiling so much,” the photographer said, peering round the side of his camera.
Scorpius felt Mummy’s arms stiffen around him and his face fell. “Please don’t speak to my son like that,” she said calmly. “Scorpius has a lovely smile and I’d quite like it to be in the photograph if that’s quite alright with you.”
The photographer muttered something Scorpius couldn’t understand but which made Daddy stand up very straight and squeeze one of his hands like he was holding a wand that wasn’t there. “If this is going to be a problem, we will gladly take our business elsewhere.”
Scorpius didn’t know if he had a business, but if Daddy and Mummy were going to take their business somewhere else, he thought he should probably take his there too.
The photographer suddenly did a very thin-lipped smile which didn’t reach his eyes one bit. “Of course not, Mr Malfoy. No problems, only suggestions.”
Scorpius thought that the photographer sounded like he was pretending he’d eaten all his vegetables, when really he’d put some on Daddy’s plate when he wasn’t looking.
“Smile, Scorpius,” said Daddy, giving Scorpius’ shoulder a gentle squeeze. This was what he did when he was cross but he wanted Scorpius to know he wasn’t cross with him. Daddy was hardly ever cross with Scorpius because he was the best Daddy ever and Scorpius always tried so hard to be a good boy.
Spurred on by Daddy’s shoulder squeeze, Scorpius did the biggest smile he could, which wasn’t hard when he was in his favourite place: right in between Mummy and Daddy.
The camera flashed so brightly, it made Scorpius blink lots to try and get rid of the stars he could see under his eyes. They weren’t like the stars in the sky, which Scorpius had seen through the telescope and Daddy had shown him the star that was called Scorpius too. These starts hurt his eyes and made him want to hide his face in Mummy’s dress.
“Does it have to be that bright?” Mummy asked, and she looked like she was a bit worried about Scorpius.
The photographer nodded and did it again, this time making even more stars in Scorpius’ eyes. He wasn’t really enjoying this very much anymore and he reached into his pocket to give Chog (his favourite toy) a squeeze to make himself feel better. Mummy saw and she helped Scorpius pull Chog all the way out of his pocket so he was sitting on Scorpius’ lap.
“What is that? Remove it.” The photographer was looking at Chog too but not in the nice, kind way that Mummy was.
“Astoria, do you want to take Scorpius upstairs with you, maybe he can help you find our own camera? I think we’ve finished here.” Daddy was speaking very quietly, in a voice that Scorpius had never ever heard him speak in before and one which made him sound frightening, like Grandfather Lucius.
Scorpius held Mummy’s hand all the way back upstairs, even though he was five now and he didn’t always need to.
“Is Daddy cross with that man?” Scorpius whispered, because he knew Mummy would tell him the truth.
“Yes, I think he is. That man wasn’t very kind to you, was he?”
Scorpius considered her question and realised she was absolutely right. “He wasn’t kind! He was very, very unkind. And that is the worst thing you can be, isn’t it Mummy!”
Mummy always told Scorpius that being kind was the most important thing to be, because you could always turn sad to happy by showing kindness, whether it was you who was sad or somebody else. Being unkind would make you more sad, and it would make other people sad too, and Scorpius knew unkind was the worst thing to be.
“I think it is,” Mummy agreed with him.
“Was that man unkind to Daddy too?” Scorpius asked, feeling a bit confused. “Is that why he’s angry?”
“He was unkind to you, Scorpius, and that makes Daddy angry because Daddy loves you so much.”
Scorpius imagined loving somebody so much that he would feel angry if they had unkind things said to them. He thought of the people he loved the most: Mummy and Daddy. He’d never considered it before, but he thought that he would be angry if somebody was unkind to Mummy or Daddy.
Mummy opened an old-looking box and took out a camera, like the one which belonged to the unkind photographer. “We’re going to take our own photo, with this camera, where everybody is kind.”
This sounded like a much better idea to Scorpius.
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Glitter and Snowmen by LittleRose13
Day 7, The 12 Days of Shipmas - Snowman☃️
In which some families are a little too competitive.
Words: 1,933
Pairings: Harry/Ginny
23rd December, 2015
“It snowed! Everyone wake up right now, it snowed last night and there’s snow everywhere!”
Lily Potter’s dulcet tones woke everyone in the house up within minutes through her sheer excitement. The seven-year-old swung open both her brothers’ doors and she ran into Albus’ room first, jumping on top of him where he lay under his duvet.
“Is it really snowing?” he said excitedly, pushing her off him and jumping out of bed. He ran to the window and pressed his hands and face against it. “We have to tell James, come on!”
Albus grabbed Lily’s hand and pulled her from the room. They hurtled into James’ room and Lily repeated her technique of jumping directly on top of her sleeping brother. James was less impressed than Albus had been.
“Geroff me Lily,” he complained, pushing his face deeper into his pillow.
“But James, you have to wake up! It’s snowed!”
“It’ll still have snowed in two hours, goodnight.” He sandwiched his head between two pillows and turned away from them. Lily shared a disappointed look with Albus.
“Fine, I’m gonna wake up Tebby!” She rushed from the room and directly into Harry, who was waiting on the landing.
“Don’t wake Teddy up, Lil,” he said kindly.
“Daddy! Did you know there’s snow?”
“I might have heard you mention it once, yes,” Harry replied, picking his daughter up.
“James won’t wake up and play with us,” she said glumly, resting her head on Harry’s shoulder. From the ground, Albus could see the sly grin she was showing over Harry’s shoulder and he rolled his eyes at his little sister.
“It is a bit early for your brothers.”
“Albus is awake,” Lily said confusedly. “He’s a brother.”
“Well, as we’re the only three up, we get to make the first footprints.”
“Yes!” Lily cried, heading straight for the stairs.
“Stop. Not in pyjamas, your mother will have my head.”
It didn’t take long for Lily, Albus and Harry to be bundled up in coats, boots, hats, scarves and gloves. Lily was wearing James’ Gryffindor hat, which was sure to cause problems when he woke up, but Harry decided to let it slide for now.
“You can go first, Lily. You’re the littlest.”
Her brother was trying to be kind, but Lily resented being referred to as little. Harry could clearly see the internal battle she was undergoing, torn between not wanting to admit she was the littlest but also wanting to be the first out in the snow.
“Same time!” she cried eventually, grabbing Albus’ hand and jumping from the doorstep into the blanket of snow covering the garden. Her blue wellies sank into the surface with a satisfying crunch right beside Albus’ orange pair. He grinned down at his sister and they both sprinted off as fast as they could in the thick snow.
By the time everyone else was up and dressed for the snow, Harry had cast several warming charms over his youngest two children, who refused to come inside and warm up properly. Harry didn’t blame them; this was the first time it had snowed properly where they lived since Lily was a baby.
Snow always reminded him of Hogwarts and fond memories of snowball fights with the Weasleys; building snowmen with only a little magic help; sending Trevor the toad skidding across the frozen lake surface. Now stood here watching his children experience the wonder snow provided was just as delightful.
Despite now being a first year at Hogwarts and often too grown up to play with his little brother and sister like he used to, James emerged with a pure and childlike joy on his face. He came running out into the garden, immediately gathering a handful of snow and firing it at Harry, who dutifully allowed it to hit him full in the face. James cheered and went to scoop up more.
Teddy was a seventh year and Ginny a fully grown adult and yet they too were laughing hysterically, snow flying everywhere. There was something about snow that turned anyone into a child again.
“I want to build a snowman!” Lily exclaimed after a while.
“Me too!” Albus agreed, immediately scrabbling at the ground to make a start.
“Everyone should build one! A best snowman competition!” Lily cried in excitement.
“Wait, that’s not fair because the grown-ups can use magic!” Albus protested.
Lily considered this for a second. “Okay, put your hand up if you can use magic.”
Harry, Ginny and Teddy exchanged amused looks and obediently put their hands up. James’ hand shot up too.
“Legally, James. You’re a first year.”
James scowled at Ginny’s comment.
“Mum, you can build a snowman with James, Al can build one with Daddy and I’m going to build one with Tebby,” Lily announced.
“Come on Lily-Lu, it’s on!” Teddy grabbed her hand and ran with her to the other side of the garden where an untouched pile of snow sat. “I have the best idea, listen to this.” He whispered into her ear and she looked gleeful.
“I want to go with Teddy,” Albus sulked and Harry folded his arms.
“You mean, you don’t want to hear about my competition-winning snowman design idea, Al?”
Albus brightened up and turned to his dad. “What design idea?”
Harry cast Ginny and James a furtive look. “I can’t tell you here, come and see.” He took Albus’ hand and lead him to the corner opposite Teddy and Lily, who made a big show of turning their backs secretly.
“We’re not letting anyone else win are we, Mum.” James stated defiantly.
“Not if I have anything to do with it.”
An hour later, three snowmen stood in the Potters’ garden and everybody was freezing, despite the warming charms Harry had cast on his children’s coats.
Teddy and Lily’s was the most decorated out of the three, wearing not only a conjured hat and scarf but also a waistcoat and bow tie, which Lily had decorated liberally with glitter Teddy summoned for her. Its smile was made out of frosty snail shells Lily had found under a watering can.
Ginny and James’ snowman was the biggest, and probably would have survived a snowstorm it was so sturdy. James had insisted on using his wand (to remind his siblings that he had a wand and they didn’t) as the nose and it stuck out comically, too long for the snowman’s face.
Harry and Al’s snowman was the tallest but it also looked in danger of falling over at any point, and was held up entirely by magic which Harry kept topping up worriedly. It was wearing a conjured top hat, had a traditional carrot nose and looked a bit like a muggle magician.
“How do we decide who won?” James asked, his teeth chattering.
“Let’s discuss that inside where it’s warm,” Ginny said with concern.
Once the children were all bundled up in front of the fire with hot chocolates, the question of picking the winning snowman came up again.
“I think me and Tebby should win ‘cause ours had the most glitter,” Lily explained very seriously.
James and Albus protested instantly.
“It’s not about who has the most glitter!”
“Glitter looks rubbish on a snowman!”
“Glitter does not look rubbish,” Teddy pretended to be cross with James for Lily’s benefit and she nodded fiercely beside him.
“Well me and Dad’s was the tallest, so we should win,” Albus replied, ignoring Teddy’s response about the glitter.
“No! Ours was nearly as tall anyway!” James complained.
Harry, Ginny and Teddy exchanged glances, all silently regretting turning this into a competition.
“Can’t we all be winners? I had so much fun, I feel like a winner,” Harry said in a jaunty tone.
All three of his children looked at him like he’d just announced he wanted to become a professional opera singer.
“Didn’t think that would work…” Harry tailed off.
“We need someone who didn’t take part to choose a winner,” Ginny said, causing Albus to look around the room as if there might be someone else there he hadn’t known about.
As he looked at the fireplace, the flames turned green and Ron’s head appeared in the flames.
“Uncle Ron!” Lily exclaimed.
“Oh, hello all of the Potters,” Ron was taken aback by the reception. “Harry, do you have a minute?”
“Absolutely, come through.”
As soon as Ron’s head disappeared again while he prepared to Floo in, Harry turned to his family. “We’ll ask Ron to pick a winner. Don’t worry Albus, he’ll definitely pick his best friend.”
Albus beamed at this news and James opened his mouth to protest again but she was drowned out by Lily, who scoffed loudly. “Please. Everyone knows I’m Uncle Ron’s favourite Potter! He’ll definitely pick me.”
“Maybe, to make things fairer, we shouldn’t tell him who built each snowman?” Ginny reasoned, sensing another argument.
Lily went to speak but stopped herself. James and Albus were silent too. “That seems fair,” she said, after a pause.
Ron spun into the room and dusted himself off, accepting Lily’s rather violent hug and picking her up into the air. “How’s my favourite Potter girl?”
“Feeling like I really like glit-”
“That’s cheating, Lily!” Albus interrupted her.
Ron looked between them bewildered, then over to Ginny.
“Ronald, dearest brother of mine, we were wondering if you would do us a quick favour while you’re here and judge our impromptu snowman competition.”
Ron blinked round at the six expectant faces. “I have to judge who’s built the best snowman out of you lot?”
“We were in teams,” James explained. “Me and Mum, Albus and Dad, Lily and Teddy.”
“Three snowmen, but we aren’t going to say who made which one.” Ginny added.
“Okay, I can do that.” Ron shrugged and allowed the children to lead him away into the garden where the three odd snowmen stood proudly. Harry quickly shot another strengthening charm at their snowman and Teddy definitely enlarged the bow tie on theirs.
“These are mad, you know that right?” Ron grinned at the Potters who shared proud looks. “But if I had to pick the maddest out of the lot, then it has to be this glittery one. That’s yours I’m guessing James?”
James missed the joke, scowled heavily and grumbled “no, I hate glitter,” stamping his foot into the snow.
“Then again, if we’re talking about the best building of a snowman, then this one has a clear height advantage. A lot of effort has gone into the height of that.” He surveyed Harry and Albus’ snowman.
“But I also have a bit of a soft spot for snowmen with wands for noses.” He poked at James’ wand where it was firmly stuck into the compacted snow.
“So who’s the winner?” Lily said impatiently. “You sort of said all three.”
“All three are the winners,” Ron beamed and Harry groaned as the children started to complain.
“Lily, consider this a lesson in never relying on a brother too much.”
Lily saluted her mother, laughing, which was a relief as she was easily the most competitive out of the three Potter children.
They trudged back inside, leaving the three winning snowmen stood proudly in the garden.
Harry spoke when they were back by the fireplace. “Now that’s sorted, what did you need, Ron?”
Ron grinned. “I feel a bit silly asking now, but you couldn’t come and be an impartial judge for the First Annual Granger-Weasley Gingerbread House competition could you?”
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Muggle Observations by LittleRose13
Day 11, The 12 Days of Shipmas - Christmas play/nativity 🎤
In which Albus knows everybody’s lines and Lily gets far too excited.
Words: 2,000
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
14th December, 2014
The school hall of Ridge Oak Primary was darker than usual, and packed with people sat on rows of chairs. Children’s artwork decorated every wall leading up to a stage set up at the front of the hall. Music played somewhere beneath the loud chatter and Arthur Weasley was bouncing up and down in his seat with excitement.
“Amazing, fascinating, ingenious these muggles.”
“Dad, shh,” Ginny reminded him. “You can’t keep saying that in here.”
“But look! That thing,” he pointed to the projector on the ceiling, “is shining light so brightly, it’s making a picture on that wall!”
He was speaking in the tone of voice one would expect from a three-year-old explaining what they could see around them. A man in the row in front turned around and gave Arthur a strange look. Ginny smiled and patted her father’s shoulder.
“Dad, write it down instead.”
Arthur nodded and withdrew a small notebook and muggle pen from his pocket. It was his Muggle Observations book which Ginny had bought for him for moments just like this. He used it to write down everything he noticed which interested him so that he could discuss it at length with whoever would listen.
Molly tutted and shook her head at her husband, but Ginny saw her looking at the projector in interested disbelief.
Ginny always brought her parents to anything the kids did at school, not only because Arthur was ecstatic to be in the muggle primary school, but because Molly also took great delight in watching her grandchildren grow up. The Christmas nativity was a particular highlight for her, although Ginny and Harry were apprehensive about it this year.
If they could just get through the whole thing without Lily doing accidental magic (which happened when she was excited), they could breathe easily.
“Look, Gin.” Harry tapped her on the shoulder and pointed down at a page in the programme they’d been given on the way in. It read Ridge Oak Primary School Nativity 2014 on the front and contained several photographs inside.
The picture Harry was pointing at was of Lily’s year two class sat in rows and singing. Every child was sat with their legs crossed, singing sweetly, until the very end of the row where Lily was. She too sat with her legs crossed neatly, but wasn’t looking at the camera and had instead thrown her head back with the exuberance of her singing.
“Thank Merlin they didn’t give her a solo singing part,” Ginny grinned at her husband.
“I thought they did? She told me she was Angel Gabriel?” Harry looked confused and flicked to the cast list at the front of the programme. Next to the part of Angel Gabriel was the name of a girl in James’ class; definitely not Lily Potter.
“And you believed our six-year-old daughter?”
“How can you tell when she’s making things up?” Harry looked crestfallen.
“How can you not?” Ginny was laughing at her husband, who their daughter had firmly wrapped around her little finger.
“I think it’s starting,” Molly said, shushing them and settling to face the stage.
The lights in the school hall had dimmed and a spotlight shone down on a microphone to the side of the stage. A child stepped up to it and started to speak. Molly looked around agitatedly.
“Where’s James?” she hissed. “I thought he was the narrator.”
“There are a few narrators, Mum,” Ginny gently leant over her father to address her mother. Molly pursed her lips as if it wasn’t at all acceptable for anybody other than her grandchildren to be on the stage.
The narrator who wasn’t James finished speaking and the show started. To the side of the stage, Lily’s whole class could be seen sitting ready to sing.
While the children were all singing and Mary and Joseph wandered around the school hall on a hobby horse designed to look like a donkey, Lily spotted her parents in the audience. She didn’t stop singing but she waved enthusiastically, nearly poking the little boy next to her in the eye.
“Ironic that Lily was cast as an angel,” Ginny whispered into Harry’s ear as he watched her singing in her little angel costume. (A generic angel, not the lead role of Angel Gabriel she’d told Harry was hers.)
As they both watched their daughter sing, there was a moment when they both froze. Lily’s tinsel halo had started to levitate above her head, slowly rising up and away from her red hair. Their biggest worry was happening right in front of them.
“Is she… doing magic?” Harry hissed in horror as the halo rose higher. A child sat behind Lily had their eyes locked on in wonder.
“She’s excited about singing, oh Merlin make it stop!” Ginny kept her voice at a whisper but was internally panicking. The song went on and Lily’s halo was still hovering, completely disconnected from her head.
A few seats down from Lily was her teacher, Miss Emerson, who through a surprising turn of events, was well aware that the Potters were magical. She too had spotted Lily’s levitating halo and reached out to quickly grab it and lower it back down to Lily’s head. With the halo firmly held in place by her hand, Miss Emerson scanned the crowd for Harry and Ginny, shooting them a grin.
Ginny gave her a grateful look and Harry mouthed thank you across the hall.
“That was a close one,” Ginny muttered, keeping her eyes firmly locked on Lily.
The song finished and everybody clapped. James stepped up to the microphone and sought his parents out in the audience. He caught Harry’s eye and grinned widely, pressing his lips just a bit too close to the microphone and creating a muffled sound.
“Mary and Joseph travelled many miles to Bethlehem on a donkey,” he spoke confidently, as if he were announcing the lineup of a show.
“Look at Albus,” Ginny whispered and pointed out their second son to the side of the stage, dressed as a shepherd and holding a toy sheep. He was sat with the other shepherds in what was supposed to be a freeze frame, except Albus’ lips were moving as he mouthed all of James’ words along with him. Harry grinned at her and shook his head fondly.
“They needed to find somewhere to stay, so they asked some innkeepers if there was room.”
“What is he doing with his hands?” Arthur asked from Ginny’s other side.
“Signing. There are two hard of hearing children in this school.” Arthur nodded and looked back at James, who was continuing to tell the story of Mary and Joseph being turned away by the innkeepers.
“A kind innkeeper let them stay in his stable, because he had no room.” James smiled around and stepped down from the microphone and back into his space next to the other narrators.
“Look, an angel!” Albus delivered his line perfectly, which was no surprise considering he’d practised it every night at the dinner table between mouthfuls. The child who had actually been cast as the Angel Gabriel started to walk onto the stage.
There was a silent pause.
The girl beside Albus was staring at him with wide eyes. Albus looked at her pointedly. Nothing happened.
Over to the side of the stage, Miss Emerson was holding a script and watching the girl on the stage, looking like she was ready to jump in with the line any second.
Albus whispered something to the girl and her expression cleared. “Something terrible must have happened!” the girl exclaimed, spoiling the sentiment slightly by smiling at Albus.
The children all started to sing While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks By Night and thankfully, Lily didn’t seem to be as excited by this song and kept the accidental magic under control from what Harry and Ginny could see.
“Look, its James again!” Molly whispered unnecessarily loudly. “Arthur, get the camera out again.”
Ginny pointedly avoided the confused stares of the people further down the row who had been taking photos of their children on a mobile phone, and were eyeing the large and old-fashioned looking (secretly magic) camera with fascination.
James confidently approached the microphone and told the audience how three wise men from the east followed a star to find the baby Jesus. There was more singing as children dressed as wise men walked through the middle of the audience, following another child holding up a big, silver star. The star was handed to James, who held it up proudly to say his next line.
“Jesus was born, and angels sent from heaven surrounded the stable.”
Lily’s class filed neatly onto the stage and Harry waved at their daughter, who gave him a big smile but also an expression that made it clear she was far too professional to wave back now she was on stage. There was another song, which Lily sang enthusiastically and Harry and Ginny crossed their fingers tightly throughout.
The song came to an end, and James went to speak again, but as he did, the star he was holding began to sparkle and glow as if it were alive with fairy dust. James stared at it in surprise, indicating he wasn’t aware this was going to happen. Similarly, a teacher behind him was rubbing the lenses of his glasses and staring in disbelief at the ethereal star.
“What amazing special effects!” somebody in the row behind commented.
Ginny took one look at Lily’s beam and shining eyes and she slid as far down in her seat as was socially acceptable. Harry had his head in one hand, an anguished look on his face.
James, while still blown away by the object in his hand, continued to say his lines, sounding only a little bit uncertain. Albus was looking between the star and his little sister, having worked out what was going on. He nudged Lily lightly and she turned around to smile at him too. He mouthed stop at her but she didn’t seem to understand him.
Albus’ intervention seemed to have distracted Lily enough that the star’s glow slowly diminished. Ginny was more than relieved, as she’d been having visions of the star beginning to levitate away from James.
The nativity came to an end and everyone clapped until the hall became a bustle of chatting parents and teachers. Nearly everyone was commenting on the ‘impressive finale’, and even Molly and Arthur hadn’t instantly recognised it had been their granddaughter’s accidental magic. When they did, they were smiling proudly.
“Well done my babies,” Ginny stood up to receive James and Albus, who had reached them first. They allowed her to hug them both, even though James groaned at being called a baby.
“Did you see what Lil did?” Albus asked breathlessly. “Will she be in trouble? I don’t think she did it on purpose.”
“Oh! That was Lily!” A look of understanding passed over James’ face and he shrugged. “It was cool.”
“She’s not in trouble, it was an accident. Just unfortunate timing,” Ginny muttered to reassure Albus as Lily came running over to them, throwing herself into Harry’s arms.
“I did it, Daddy! I was an angel.” Harry picked her up.
“Was that very exciting, being on stage?” he asked his daughter.
“Oh yes!” Lily’s eyes were shining.
“We all noticed how excited Lily was,” Ginny said fondly, looking around at her family who were gazing at Lily in amusement.
“You dropped your halo, Lily.” Miss Emerson appeared at Harry’s shoulder to reunite Lily with her halo. She smiled round at the family. “That certainly livened things up. I’ll put Lily on props next year.” She winked and left them to greet some other parents.
“Did you see the star, Daddy?” Lily whispered into Harry’s ear. “Don’t tell anyone, but I think it might have been magic.”
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