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[ONE-SHOT 2] : FIRST CHRISTMAS

ONE-SHOT 2 : FIRST CHRISTMAS

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Blaire reached onto her tippy toes to place the silver star onto the Christmas tree. This was the time of the year the witch adored more than anything else. It was filled with nothing but merriment and joy. It had been a few months since the in love couple were married, and this was their very first Christmas together.

The tree was decorated with bulb ornaments and lights, it screamed Christmas. Their tiny house in Godric's Hallow was the livest and brightest house in the village. Christmas music played in the background, as Blaire swayed to the music, finishing the last final details of the tree.

"You and Christmas," Harry chuckled, entering into the room, coming up behind the brunette, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Blaire laughed. "I love Christmas, okay? Who doesn't love Christmas?"

"People who don't love Christmas."

Blaire turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck. She playfully rolled her eyes. "Smart-ass, much? Now, you just sound like Ron."

Harry pecked her lips, "Is that a bad thing?" As he raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Considering I'm married to you, and not him, it would be a bad thing," she stated, earning a shake in the head from the Potter boy.

The Potter's had their hands interlocked together, as they started off to the graveyard. The yearly visit to Rose Hope's grave was still a tradition for Blaire. It was Christmas Eve night, like every year the brunette came to the graveyard.

Blaire knelt down beside the grave, smoothing off the dirt that was on the gravestone. She used her wand to create a bouquet of flowers on the stone. "Mum, I miss you, I really do. How I wish you were there at my wedding, to see you and dad right next to each other. I know you were there, I felt you there, in spirit." Blaire felt someone kneel down beside her, she looked up and saw it was Harry. "Remember Harry, mum? I brought him here when we got engaged." Harry smiled somberly at the grave.

Blaire said her last few words, before she left her mum's grave. Harry took her by her hand, leading her over to his parents' grave. The brunette bit down on her lip, watching her husband silently sulk in pain. She squeezed his hand, letting him know she was there for him, like always. He responded by giving her a faint smile.

"Let's go home," Harry insisted, as Blaire once again used her wand to place a bouquet of flowers onto Lily and James' grave.

They went home to enjoy the rest of the holiday together. The couple sat by the blazing fire, cuddled together, with hot chocolate in their hands, and blankets wrapped around them. The muggle Christmas movie, 'How The Grinch Stole Christmas', was playing on the television in front of them.

It was a Christmas to never forget. And so many more others to celebrate.

But their Christmas wasn't over yet. Blaire looked down at her stomach, waiting for the right moment to tell Harry. She glanced at the raven-haired boy, as he laughed to the movie that was playing. She bit the inside on her cheek, anxiously bouncing her leg.

Harry frowned, turning toward her. "Babe, you okay?"

Blaire sighed, "I need to tell you something."

Harry looked concerned, as he put all his attention onto the brunette. "What is it?"

Blaire was scared to what Harry was going to think. The two were only twenty-years old-still so young to be in this position.

"I'm pregnant."

Harry was speechless; his jaw dropped. The witch waited for him to say anything, but he was in complete silence. "Harry...please say something...anything."

"Are you serious?" He asked, staring down at her stomach.

Blaire nodded, smiling softly at her husband. A smile came onto Harry's face, as he lifted both of them off the couch, swinging her around in a hug.

"I can't believe it!" He exclaimed, as he put down the woman, beaming with glee.

"We're having a baby," he expressed in shock, as he kissed Blaire's lips multiple times.

"We're having a baby."
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