𝕊ℙ𝔼ℂ𝕀𝔸𝕃 [Harry x reader]

-[96] Christmas-

[Y/N POV]

Sweaters piled up on the students' body as the air got thinner. The once warmth of the sun was now cloudy. Pearly white covered the whole land with coldness while we all were locked up in Grimmauld Place 12, with warmth and Mrs. Weasley's cooking and Sirius' jokes. Mr. Weasley had recovered which was a relief to everyone. 

''Here we go. Daddy's back.'' Molly said as she chuckled while we clapped. The mini Santa flew across us , reminding that it was Cristmas time, full of joy.

''Sit down. Now, presents.'' The ginger woman's voice brought me off of my thoughts as I was handed a wrapped gift. I smiled at her greatfully as I felt through the gift, feeling something soft as I took a guess to be some sort of clothing. I grinned wide as I tore the wrapping paper. And to my guess, it was a sweater. Carefully knitted was a F/C weasley sweater my size and my first initials on it.

''Why?'' I asked as I held it up as Molly grinned.

''Well, you're family now Y/N/N.'' She said in a motherly tone which almost made me cry but I didn't. 

''Thank you.'' I whispered as my voice gave up to the extreme love that was in the air. Molly then handed all the others their presents, a big box for Ron. He opened his gift to see a jacket which I knew was not his style. He looked at Hermione and I as we gave a sarcastic smile for him to turn around and give the same to his parents.

''Thanks mum.'' Ron said as Molly grinned at that.

''Oh, Harry! There you are. Happy Christmas.'' Molly said as heat rushed to my cheeks as I heard the raven boy's name.

Fuck this blush...

''Thank you.'' Harry replied as Molly hugged him and handed his gift.

''Lovely to have you with us.'' Molly said as he nodded and then caught my brown eyes. I smiled at him as he blushed and looked down shyly. 

Why is he so adorable?

''Toast.'' Mr Weasley announced as I held up my glass.

''To Mr Harry Potter without whom I would not be here. Harry.'' Mr Weasley said as we repeated his name with our glasses held up high. The rest of the dinner was filled with joy and warmth...that I never felt at my house...that excuse of a house.

Time Skip

What the fu--

But...that's not posible....I stared at the black family tree in confusion as I felt a hand on my shoulder which brought me from my thoughts.

''You okay?'' Harry asked as I nodded uncertain.

''Nasty brats, standing there as bold as brass. Harry Potter, the boy who stopped the dark lord, friends of mudbloods and half breeds ad blood traitors alike. If my poor mistress knew--'' I heard a house elf grumble as we both looked at the door to see Kreacher.

''Kreacher! That's enough of your bile. Away with you!'' Sirius' voice boomed outside which cut the elf off.

''Of course Master. Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black.'' Kreacher said as I turned back to the family tree to see the specific picture that turned my insides.

''Sorry about that.He never was pleasant even when I was a boy. Not to me anyway.'' Sirius said entering the room but I couldn't look at him.

''You grew up here?'' Harry asked.

''This is my parents house. I offered it to Dumbledore as headquarters for the Order. About the onyl useful thing I've been able to do.'' Sirius said lookig around the house in grieve.