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Christmas Happenings
Christmas Happenings
He was having another nightmare. Indeed, it must have been a nightmare to provoke such a reaction from her dark- haired lover. This had been happening more frequently in the past week since they had revealed their relationship to the group.
Willow bolted upright from her position snuggled against Harry. He was whimpering pitifully and thrashing his head about. "Harry," she shook him lightly. "Harry wake up." He didn't respond. She shook him harder. "C'mon sweetie, it's only a dream, it's not real." She said comfortingly, placing a hand lightly on his cheek. It was this gesture that woke him up.
He drew in a gasp as his eyes flew open. He sat up, drawing shaky hands over his face and through his hair.
"Here," Willow said, handing the glass of water she had placed on the nightstand in his room at the Burrow before they went to sleep that night. Harry gulped the water back, a disturbed look on his face. "Voldemort?"
Harry nodded affirmatively. "Yeah. He killed this muggle family right in front of me er"¦him I guess," he drew in a shaky breath and lay back in the bed. "I can't do this anymore."
"Do what?" she murmured, lying down, placing her head in the crook of his shoulder in an effort to calm the still trembling wizard.
"This saviour thing, be the bloody boy-who-lived," he spat out angrily. "I'm sick of the nightmares, of the death. I just want to be normal for once. Have a normal life, job"¦.arch-enemy. Hell, I'd take Draco over Voldemort any day." Harry drew her closer to him.
Willow snorted in amusement, "I'll be sure to tell Draco that as we're opening Christmas presents in a few hours."
Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "What time is it by the way?"
Willow stuck a hand out and her watch flew into it. She raised her head off of Harry's chest only long enough to look at the time before banishing the watch onto her nightstand again. "4:30 in the morning. The kids should be up in probably an hour or so." The kids she was referring to were, of course, Natalie, 12, and Charles Jr., 9, -Charlie and fellow dragon keeper Julie's children; Percy and Penelope's kids- Pamela, 8, Pandora, 6, and Patrick, 3; Fred and Angelina's offspring, Isabella and Elizabeth, 5 year old twins that went by Izzy and Lizzy most of the time; and George and Alicia's twins, Alexander and Theodore, also 5, who went by the nicknames of Xander and Teddy. Bill's daughter Emily was 17 and therefore wouldn't be part of this crowd willingly. Indeed, she would probably want to sleep in, just like the rest of the adults. Molly and Arthur Weasely, despite being deeply concerned by the threat to their family that Voldemort posed, had been thrilled to have the whole group back under one roof again. With the frequent Death Eater attacks recently, all of their children were now living with them again. It was just safer that way.
"No point in going back to sleep then is there? Not that I could"¦." Harry mused, knowing that after a nightmare (or vision of what Voldemort was doing in this case), he had great problems falling back to sleep. Truth be told though, he probably would have had problems staying asleep anyway. Indeed, since he had moved out of the Dursely's and started spending Christmas with the Weasely's, he had discovered that he loved the holiday and was as excited by the prospect of presents as the kids were.
The nightmare he had had, had driven all thoughts of Christmas from his head though. He sighed as Willow dropped a kiss onto his chest. Thank God for Willow. She had been his rock in the last week, as the dreams hecomecome more vivid and dark in Voldemorts frustration at being unable to find her.
Willow smiled as she continued to drop kisses lightly onto his chest, moving lower to run her tongue over his belly button. Her smile widened as Harry, who had been trembling from his nightmare only moments ago, relaxed visibly and gave a soft moan as her tongue dipped into the sensitive area of his naval.
"Honey, what are doing?" he inquired gently, not minding in the least. He loved it when she touched him. ESPECIALLY with her tongue.
"You don't like this?" She asked coyly, moving back up his chest and engulfing his right nipple in her hot mouth.
"You know I do," he moaned again quietly, feeling his penis start to stiffen under his pyjama pants.
"This, Mr. Potter, is called medicinal sex," she explained in a sultry voice, her mouth continuing its journey north, and drawing him into a deep kiss. "It'sy usy useful for making one forget nightmares and other such bad experiences."
"Really?" he said, kissing her back. " I should have nightmares more often." His hand moved down her body and under her nightgown to her already slick folds.
"Mmpf," Willow moaned into his mouth as he found her clitoris. "Enough talking Mr. Potter."
He smiled into her mouth. He could get used to this.
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Molly Weasely surveyed her family with a smile from her place at the end of the dinner table, the feast that she had made that day spread out in front of her and the rest of her family. For once, everyone was home for Christmas. Granted, it was because Voldemort and his Death Eater's were more active than ever, but Molly was never one to let even this opportunity to have her family close to Arthur and herself pass her by. Even Harry was living with them this year. She smiled as she thought of the boy-who-lived. He had finally met someone and fallen in love and Molly couldn't have been happier. Even though they had only been together for a very short time, she could see how in love he and Willow already were.
Christmas morning had gone off without a hitch, presents being exchanged and stockings opened. The children had had an excellent time. Molly smiled softly. Her youngest two children hadn't added to the already large brood yet. Molly knew that Ginny and Draco, and Ron and Hermione were all waiting until the war was over with, but she suspected that this was going to be the year that the Dark Lord would strike, and the war would end. She could only hope. As for Willow and Harry"¦well, they had only started their relationship and so the matriarch of the family Weasely couldn't rightfully demand grandchildren quite yet. Indeed, she regarded both Harry and Willow as her adopted children even though they weren't really hers.
As if knowing the older woman was thinking about her, Willow caught Molly's gaze and smiled widely before spooning more mashed potatoes onto her plate. It had been a good day.
After their "medicinal sex' and a lounge in bed that morning, she and Harry had gotten up and had a shower together before going down to the kitchen to make a pot of tea. Surprisingly, the children hadn't gotten up until 6:00 so she and Harry had been able to sit quietly sipping their tea and reading the Daily Prophet for a full 10 minutes before the rest of the family began to drift downstairs. Now, as she sat beside Harry eating the delicious Christmas feast that Molly had prepared, she thought of the problems facing them in the New Year. She felt certain that Voldemort would find her within the next six months, if he didn't already know where she was. She must have frowned at this thought because suddenly Harry was squeezing her hand in comfort. She gave him a quick smile, her eyes denying the happiness on her face.
Suddenly, the sound of explosions outside in the orchard, where the anti-apparition wards ended, shot through the light buzz of conversation in the room. An eerie black cloud fell over the occupants. Willow turned to Draco and then Harry. They could feel it too. He had found her. Voldemort was here.
With a moan, she felt the darkness start to overwhelm her and she could tell by the gasp from Molly that her hair and eyes had gone onyx and the blue-black veins were visible on her pale skin. "Relax Molly," she laughed wickedly. "I'm still in here. I'm just channelling a little more energy than I normally do." With a flick of her wrist, she had turned the platter that held the turkey into a portkey. "The platter with the turkey on it is a portkey that'll take you to Hogwarts. Get the children and yourselves out of here. This may get a little"¦.messy."
Protestations started as the explosionssideside got closer and louder.
"I said go! All of you," Lucy roared urgently, standing up as the energy began to radiate off her body in waves, the veins on her exposed skin getting darker won won't let him have you too," she said a little more quietly before another bout of dark magic settled over the room.
Harry shuddered as she let out another wicked laugh. This was bad. If Voldemort was here"¦.well, he wondered if this might be the date of the final battle and if so, was he ready? Was Lucy ready? It didn't matter though. He loved her and he was staying to help, whether she liked it or not. Quickly, he helped Molly, Arthur, their children and theiandcandchildren get the portkey placed in the right position to transport them all to Hogwarts, stepping away at the last moment, ready to deal with Lucy's wrath if it came down to it.
Draco too, was realizing just how bad this situation would become before it came to an end. He could remember how this kind of magic, even from a distance, affected the troubled witch. Indeed, he knew that she would need his help keeping the magic from swallowing her whole because he was the only one of the group that had been able to turn his back on it before. Ginny motioned for him to grab a hold of the platter before it was activated. He shook his head, dropping a searing kiss on his wife's lips and murmuring "I love you' before moving away.
A single tear ran down her cheek as Ginny realized that Draco was staying to help Harry and Lucy with Voldemort. Truthfully, she had known that he would do something like this; despite his bad boy façade that he insisted on putting up at work and at home, deep down inside he was a good man. No, a GREAT man, a hero. Watching her husband as he walked over to stand next to Lucy and Harry, she gave into the tears as the familiar tugund und her naval started.
Willow smiled bitterly as she saw the people she had grown to consider family disappear from the Burrow. At least they would be safe. She took in the sight of her lover and Draco looking at her concernedly. Shew Hew Harry wouldn't have gone, so she hadn't bothered trying tnvinnvince him to leave. After all, this was his battle too. Drahe hhe hadn't been expecting though. All thoughts were driven from her head however, as the door to the kitchen slammed open.
"Well my dear," Voldemort drawled silkily, stepping into the Burrow, his Death Eater's following him but not firing any spells at the trio standing still in the deserted kitchen. Indeed, they had been warned not to. " I've found yo las last."
She cocked an eyebrow at him wickedly. "Hello Voldemort. Took you long enough."
He was having another nightmare. Indeed, it must have been a nightmare to provoke such a reaction from her dark- haired lover. This had been happening more frequently in the past week since they had revealed their relationship to the group.
Willow bolted upright from her position snuggled against Harry. He was whimpering pitifully and thrashing his head about. "Harry," she shook him lightly. "Harry wake up." He didn't respond. She shook him harder. "C'mon sweetie, it's only a dream, it's not real." She said comfortingly, placing a hand lightly on his cheek. It was this gesture that woke him up.
He drew in a gasp as his eyes flew open. He sat up, drawing shaky hands over his face and through his hair.
"Here," Willow said, handing the glass of water she had placed on the nightstand in his room at the Burrow before they went to sleep that night. Harry gulped the water back, a disturbed look on his face. "Voldemort?"
Harry nodded affirmatively. "Yeah. He killed this muggle family right in front of me er"¦him I guess," he drew in a shaky breath and lay back in the bed. "I can't do this anymore."
"Do what?" she murmured, lying down, placing her head in the crook of his shoulder in an effort to calm the still trembling wizard.
"This saviour thing, be the bloody boy-who-lived," he spat out angrily. "I'm sick of the nightmares, of the death. I just want to be normal for once. Have a normal life, job"¦.arch-enemy. Hell, I'd take Draco over Voldemort any day." Harry drew her closer to him.
Willow snorted in amusement, "I'll be sure to tell Draco that as we're opening Christmas presents in a few hours."
Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "What time is it by the way?"
Willow stuck a hand out and her watch flew into it. She raised her head off of Harry's chest only long enough to look at the time before banishing the watch onto her nightstand again. "4:30 in the morning. The kids should be up in probably an hour or so." The kids she was referring to were, of course, Natalie, 12, and Charles Jr., 9, -Charlie and fellow dragon keeper Julie's children; Percy and Penelope's kids- Pamela, 8, Pandora, 6, and Patrick, 3; Fred and Angelina's offspring, Isabella and Elizabeth, 5 year old twins that went by Izzy and Lizzy most of the time; and George and Alicia's twins, Alexander and Theodore, also 5, who went by the nicknames of Xander and Teddy. Bill's daughter Emily was 17 and therefore wouldn't be part of this crowd willingly. Indeed, she would probably want to sleep in, just like the rest of the adults. Molly and Arthur Weasely, despite being deeply concerned by the threat to their family that Voldemort posed, had been thrilled to have the whole group back under one roof again. With the frequent Death Eater attacks recently, all of their children were now living with them again. It was just safer that way.
"No point in going back to sleep then is there? Not that I could"¦." Harry mused, knowing that after a nightmare (or vision of what Voldemort was doing in this case), he had great problems falling back to sleep. Truth be told though, he probably would have had problems staying asleep anyway. Indeed, since he had moved out of the Dursely's and started spending Christmas with the Weasely's, he had discovered that he loved the holiday and was as excited by the prospect of presents as the kids were.
The nightmare he had had, had driven all thoughts of Christmas from his head though. He sighed as Willow dropped a kiss onto his chest. Thank God for Willow. She had been his rock in the last week, as the dreams hecomecome more vivid and dark in Voldemorts frustration at being unable to find her.
Willow smiled as she continued to drop kisses lightly onto his chest, moving lower to run her tongue over his belly button. Her smile widened as Harry, who had been trembling from his nightmare only moments ago, relaxed visibly and gave a soft moan as her tongue dipped into the sensitive area of his naval.
"Honey, what are doing?" he inquired gently, not minding in the least. He loved it when she touched him. ESPECIALLY with her tongue.
"You don't like this?" She asked coyly, moving back up his chest and engulfing his right nipple in her hot mouth.
"You know I do," he moaned again quietly, feeling his penis start to stiffen under his pyjama pants.
"This, Mr. Potter, is called medicinal sex," she explained in a sultry voice, her mouth continuing its journey north, and drawing him into a deep kiss. "It'sy usy useful for making one forget nightmares and other such bad experiences."
"Really?" he said, kissing her back. " I should have nightmares more often." His hand moved down her body and under her nightgown to her already slick folds.
"Mmpf," Willow moaned into his mouth as he found her clitoris. "Enough talking Mr. Potter."
He smiled into her mouth. He could get used to this.
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Molly Weasely surveyed her family with a smile from her place at the end of the dinner table, the feast that she had made that day spread out in front of her and the rest of her family. For once, everyone was home for Christmas. Granted, it was because Voldemort and his Death Eater's were more active than ever, but Molly was never one to let even this opportunity to have her family close to Arthur and herself pass her by. Even Harry was living with them this year. She smiled as she thought of the boy-who-lived. He had finally met someone and fallen in love and Molly couldn't have been happier. Even though they had only been together for a very short time, she could see how in love he and Willow already were.
Christmas morning had gone off without a hitch, presents being exchanged and stockings opened. The children had had an excellent time. Molly smiled softly. Her youngest two children hadn't added to the already large brood yet. Molly knew that Ginny and Draco, and Ron and Hermione were all waiting until the war was over with, but she suspected that this was going to be the year that the Dark Lord would strike, and the war would end. She could only hope. As for Willow and Harry"¦well, they had only started their relationship and so the matriarch of the family Weasely couldn't rightfully demand grandchildren quite yet. Indeed, she regarded both Harry and Willow as her adopted children even though they weren't really hers.
As if knowing the older woman was thinking about her, Willow caught Molly's gaze and smiled widely before spooning more mashed potatoes onto her plate. It had been a good day.
After their "medicinal sex' and a lounge in bed that morning, she and Harry had gotten up and had a shower together before going down to the kitchen to make a pot of tea. Surprisingly, the children hadn't gotten up until 6:00 so she and Harry had been able to sit quietly sipping their tea and reading the Daily Prophet for a full 10 minutes before the rest of the family began to drift downstairs. Now, as she sat beside Harry eating the delicious Christmas feast that Molly had prepared, she thought of the problems facing them in the New Year. She felt certain that Voldemort would find her within the next six months, if he didn't already know where she was. She must have frowned at this thought because suddenly Harry was squeezing her hand in comfort. She gave him a quick smile, her eyes denying the happiness on her face.
Suddenly, the sound of explosions outside in the orchard, where the anti-apparition wards ended, shot through the light buzz of conversation in the room. An eerie black cloud fell over the occupants. Willow turned to Draco and then Harry. They could feel it too. He had found her. Voldemort was here.
With a moan, she felt the darkness start to overwhelm her and she could tell by the gasp from Molly that her hair and eyes had gone onyx and the blue-black veins were visible on her pale skin. "Relax Molly," she laughed wickedly. "I'm still in here. I'm just channelling a little more energy than I normally do." With a flick of her wrist, she had turned the platter that held the turkey into a portkey. "The platter with the turkey on it is a portkey that'll take you to Hogwarts. Get the children and yourselves out of here. This may get a little"¦.messy."
Protestations started as the explosionssideside got closer and louder.
"I said go! All of you," Lucy roared urgently, standing up as the energy began to radiate off her body in waves, the veins on her exposed skin getting darker won won't let him have you too," she said a little more quietly before another bout of dark magic settled over the room.
Harry shuddered as she let out another wicked laugh. This was bad. If Voldemort was here"¦.well, he wondered if this might be the date of the final battle and if so, was he ready? Was Lucy ready? It didn't matter though. He loved her and he was staying to help, whether she liked it or not. Quickly, he helped Molly, Arthur, their children and theiandcandchildren get the portkey placed in the right position to transport them all to Hogwarts, stepping away at the last moment, ready to deal with Lucy's wrath if it came down to it.
Draco too, was realizing just how bad this situation would become before it came to an end. He could remember how this kind of magic, even from a distance, affected the troubled witch. Indeed, he knew that she would need his help keeping the magic from swallowing her whole because he was the only one of the group that had been able to turn his back on it before. Ginny motioned for him to grab a hold of the platter before it was activated. He shook his head, dropping a searing kiss on his wife's lips and murmuring "I love you' before moving away.
A single tear ran down her cheek as Ginny realized that Draco was staying to help Harry and Lucy with Voldemort. Truthfully, she had known that he would do something like this; despite his bad boy façade that he insisted on putting up at work and at home, deep down inside he was a good man. No, a GREAT man, a hero. Watching her husband as he walked over to stand next to Lucy and Harry, she gave into the tears as the familiar tugund und her naval started.
Willow smiled bitterly as she saw the people she had grown to consider family disappear from the Burrow. At least they would be safe. She took in the sight of her lover and Draco looking at her concernedly. Shew Hew Harry wouldn't have gone, so she hadn't bothered trying tnvinnvince him to leave. After all, this was his battle too. Drahe hhe hadn't been expecting though. All thoughts were driven from her head however, as the door to the kitchen slammed open.
"Well my dear," Voldemort drawled silkily, stepping into the Burrow, his Death Eater's following him but not firing any spells at the trio standing still in the deserted kitchen. Indeed, they had been warned not to. " I've found yo las last."
She cocked an eyebrow at him wickedly. "Hello Voldemort. Took you long enough."