I was the first in the girls' room to wake up. Not wanting to wake anyone else up, I grabbed a sweater and left the room quietly. Downstairs, Mrs Weasley was setting up the rest of the house, making Christmas breakfast and making everything look magical, as per usual. "Good morning, Molly." I greeted her with a smile as she kissed my cheek. "Anything I can help with?" I asked as I started boiling some water for tea. I made sure there was enough water for everyone if they wanted any.
"No, no, dear. You go sit down. Everything will be ready soon enough." I felt bad for leaving her to do everything by herself but she hated it when people helped her. I started back towards the stairs, seeing Bill and Fleur walking down them. I offered them a smile, Bill ruffling my hair as he passed by.
"Good morning. Happy Christmas." They echoed my sentiments as I walked up the stairs. I slipped back into Ginny's room to get dressed, before waking her up to do the same. She sent me a smile.
"Happy Christmas, Mira." I smiled down at her, opening the door.
"Happy Christmas, Ginny. Breakfast is almost ready." I walked up the stairs to the twin's room, seeing Fred just leaving, fully dressed with a smile.
"Good morning, Mira. Heading in for some Christmas fun?" He winked at me and I shoved his shoulder.
"I'll make sure to do it on your bed Frederick." He scowled at me.
"You better not." I raised my eyebrows at him as I slipped into their bedroom with a smile. George was fixing his vest when I walked in, tucking in the rest of his shirt into his pants. I came up behind him, kissing his neck as I fixed the collar of his shirt.
"Good morning, love." He bent over to kiss me, as he wrapped his arm around my waist. "Happy Christmas." He mumbled against my lips before he pecked them again. I smiled wide at him. "Did you have any nightmares last night?" He asked, checking up on me since I didn't wake him up for comfort. I shook my head.
"Not one." He smiled.
"Good." He reached into his back pocket with a different smile. "I got you something." I felt my heart jump as he took out a jewelry box from his back pocket.
"George..." I started, but before I had a chance to say anything, he opened the box for me to see a necklace with the letter 'g' charm on it. I had vaguely remembered a conversation we had about necklaces and how I liked the idea of wearing his initials on a chain around my neck. Not because he owned me. Just because he really knows me. "Oh, Georgie..." I turned around so that he could put the delicate gold chain around my neck and I smiled at him, kissing his lips. "You shouldn't have..." I mumbled, looking down at it. I did like how it looked against my skin. And my smile wasn't going anywhere any time soon.
"But look at that smile. I'd do anything for that smile to stay on your face for the rest of our lives." He pulled me close against his chest as he kissed my head. "I love you so much, Mirabella." I felt the sting of tears in my eyes as I looked up at him.
"I love you too, George Weasley. Forever and always."
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The house glows with light and holiday music rings throughout the house. Christmas dinner had just been finished and everyone was scattered around the house. Fred and George filled cups with steaming nog and Mrs. Weasley and Ginny finished clearing up the table. I see Harry sit down to talk to Remus and I make my way into the room, sitting down next to Harry. "Draco's plotting something, I know it, something to do with Voldemort. He's been given a task or a mission -- and Snape was offering to help." I looked back at Remus, wondering if the Order had known anything about this.
"Voldemort has chosen Draco Malfoy for a mission?" Remus seemed confused, and he didn't look as though he really believed it.
"I know it sounds mad..." Remus put his hand up.
"Has it occurred to you, Harry, that Snape was simply pretending to offer Draco help so that he could find out what he's up to?" I looked back at Harry. That did seem probable, since Snape was a part of the Order.
"That's not what it sounded like." Harry argued. He seemed certain about this and I really did hate to argue with him.
"Perhaps Harry's right, Remus. To make an Unbreakable Vow, after all..." Tonks said, supporting Harry.
"It comes down to whether or not you trust Dumbledore's judgment. He trusts Snape. Therefore, I do." I looked back at Tonks and she seemed worried about Remus. He was acting more irrationally than usual.
"But Dumbledore can make mistakes. He's said it himself..."
"You're blinded by hatred." Harry tried to argue, but Remus wagged his finger at him. "You are! People are disappearing, Harry. Daily. We can only put our trust in a handful of people. If we start fighting amongst ourselves, we're doomed." Tonks looks over at Harry with a look that says 'leave it alone', so he does. Tonks gets up to leave, Remus following her. Ginny walks in the room with a plate full of sweets and both Mr Weasley and I share a look when she plops herself down, right next to Harry. I smile before I walk out of the room, wanting to give them some privacy.
As I walked out of the room, I found myself wandering into the living room where the Christmas tree stood tall and proud, adorned with colorful decorations and twinkling lights. I spotted Ron sitting on the couch, looking contemplative as he stared into the fire. "Hey, Ron," I greeted him with a smile, taking a seat beside him.
"Hey, Mira," Ron replied, glancing at me before returning his gaze to the flames. "Happy Christmas."
"Happy Christmas to you too," I said warmly. "What's on your mind?"
Ron sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Just thinking about everything that's been going on. You know, with Voldemort and all." I nodded in understanding. The weight of the ongoing war against Voldemort hung heavy in the air, especially during such a joyous time as Christmas.
"It's a lot to take in, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Ron agreed. "Sometimes I wish things could just go back to how they were before all of this."
I placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I know what you mean. But we have to keep fighting, Ron. For ourselves, for our loved ones, for everyone who believes in a better future."
Rom looked at me, a hint of determination in his eyes. "You're right, Mira. We can't give up." Just then, Hermione walked into the room, carrying a stack of books. She smiled at us before sitting down nearby, flipping open one of the books to read.
"What are you doing, Hermione," I asked her, more than curious as to why she was bothering with reading during Christmas. Hermione smiled, her eyes still scanning the pages.
"Finishing that essay for McGonagall. Ron, did you finish it?" Ron's expression turned sheepish.
"Uh, not yet. I'll get to it after Christmas." Hermione raised an eyebrow but didn't push further. Instead, she turned her attention back to her book, occasionally stealing glances at Ron. The atmosphere in the room was cozy and peaceful, despite the underlying tension of the outside world. It reminded me of the importance of cherishing moments of happiness and togetherness, especially during turbulent times. Fred and George tumbled down the stairs, excited about something. George swooped in for a kiss, making sure to gently peck my lips, before rushing off somewhere with Fred. I couldn't help but smile, loving that this was exactly where I wanted to be right now, even in the midst of all the chaos that ensued.
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Daughter of Black
FanfictionShe was named after both her parents. On her father's side of the family, it was tradition that they were named after stars - Mira. Her mother's name was Arabella so her father gave her part of her mother's name as well. He wanted part of both of th...
