'Till The End Darling

56. Christmas at Grimmauld place.

"I don't take orders from you.." grumbled Kreacher "filthy blood traitor.."

"It wasn't an order, I just thought that-" Molly began.

"Don't sympathise him Molly, go do what she told you to." Sirius instructed firmly

"Yes of course master." Kreacher groaned "Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of black."

"I only asked if he'd like some of the breakfast i'm making...it is Christmas after all." Said Molly.

"Oh Merlin no." Said Sirius "Kreacher don't get any of Molly's food. Its not for you."

"Yes master, of course master."

"It was a lovely thought Molly. But he gets fed well, and to be quite frank he doesn't deserve any of your meals. Not after the way he spoke to you."

"Ohh children good morning!" Molly said happily, as the teens all made there way down the gloomy staircase "Merry Christmas all!"

"Happy Christmas kids." Nodded Arthur from the couch, where his injured foot was propped up comfortably.

"Merry Christmas Mr and Mrs Weasley." Smiled Hermione.

"Merry Christmas mum." Said Ginny hugging her mother, then proceeding to go visit her father.

"Merry Christmas Fred" Y/n smiled.

"Merry Christmas Reverie." He smirked, wrapping her in a friendly hug.

"Urm Happy Christmas Hermione.." said Ron in a low voice.

"Yes yes Merry this and Happy that..." said Sirius loudly "let's get on with the day, Where's the fire whiskey?"

"Merlin Sirius, we're all still in our pyjamas, you can't start drinking yet." Laughed Harry.

"Course I can." He smirked, clapping his hands together "left cupboard is it Molly?"

"Urm..yes..yes thats right." Molly nodded awkwardly.

As the day went on, smells of Mrs Weasleys love filled food warmed the cold corridors of 12 Grimmauld place. Along with the noises of laughter and joy, quite opposed to the solemn faces on the walls of headquarters.

Flying enchanted ornaments were playing near the ceiling, and casual bubbles of conversation filled the air.

Remus and Sirius were awfully cosy near the fire, Molly and Arthur were chatting in the Kitchen, and the teens sat in a small circle in the living room.

Fred and George had snuck some Fire whiskey and enchanted it to look like pumpkin juice, so they all sipped on that happily. Even Hermione.

"Do you 'reckon there's something going on with Sirius and Lupin?" Asked Ron.

"No." Harry awnsered quickly.

"I think there could be." Said Hermione.

"Now that you mention it..." nodded Y/n, looking over to the fireplace where they were sat cosily, "I could see it." She shrugged.

"They're just friends.." Harry said uncomfortably.

"Oh get a grip mate." Said Fred.

"Yeah. Would it be so awful?" Added George.

"They're both good people." Said Fred.

"I guess." Harry sipped his fire whiskey and clenched his jaw as the strong liquid poured into him "dont think I've ever given it much thought to be fair."

"I don't really think its our place to discuss though." Said Hermione.

"Ugh Hermione." Groaned Ginny.