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A Very Gryffie Holiday by Gryffindor Collaboration
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Format: Short story collection
Chapters: 17
Word Count: 35,753
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Contains Slash (Same-Sex Pairing), Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Drama, General
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lily, James, Bill, Percy, Neville, Fred, George
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, James/Lily, Remus/Tonks, Ron/Hermione, Other Pairing

First Published: 11/24/2010
Last Chapter: 02/24/2011
Last Updated: 02/24/2011

Summary:





Ever wanted to know what your favourite Gryffindors get up to during the holiday season?  Well, wonder no more, as we explore the many and varied antics that the silly season can inspire.

The Gryffindor House holiday collaboration 2010

Awesome banner by Sarah_Bee at TDA!!
 
 

Chapter 12: A Very Gryffie Holiday: A Visit
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I stared at myself. I was still young, handsome (yes I found myself to be a dashing lad!) and strangely enough though today was one of the few days I felt empty.

The holidays were coming up. When I was a child holidays were my favorites but now, you could say I didn't like them very much. I was currently twenty one years old sitting in my flat playing with an old set of wizards cards.

A year ago I lost my best mates. Fred and George Weasley.

Fred died in the war, he went down fighting like a hero.

George lived but disappeared into hiding. His brother Ron and I had taken care of the shop since he refused to set a foot inside after he only owled me even when I begged him to go out to the Leaky Cauldron, heck even just sit in my flat and play wizards chess for old time sake, but he refused.

I looked up and found myself with the window, it was snowing outside. I didn't look but I could see the children running around with snowballs, witches and wizards holding on to their cloaks, and I could see us back in our school days.

When there was no threats of death.

When anything could be solved with a simple flick of our wands.

When the lot of us still laughed at the stupid things.

“Are you sure we won't get into trouble?” I asked; still an innocent first year I obviously cared about what my professors thought of me.

“Of course not” said the red haired boy that stood to my right; he wore a cheeky smile while his twin went and picked up some snow.

“Who cares?!” said the boy with the snow in his hand. “It's fun!”

I smiled and that day we threw snowballs at whoever passed by us, regardless of their position. I hadn't gotten my first detention that day with Professor Snape.

I glared at the twins as we began to scrape the ice from the stone walls. I could hear them muttering nasty words under their breaths. Wait 'til my parents got word of this...

“Would you lot shut up?!” I yelled angrily throwing a piece of ice at the two boys. They turned, the ice barely missing the one closest to me. “I can't believe I'm even here!” I added, sliding down against the wall on to the floor.

“Well you can always just act like it's a dream,” said one of them. The other smiled.

“Or your worst nightmare!”

I was living my worst nightmare. Christmas Eve and I was home alone. No family (that I didn't mind) no friends (that hurt.)

I missed Fred, sure, but I missed George just as bad. Angelina tried to get through to him and even she couldn't.

I knew she hurt too after all she and Fred had some sort of thing right before the war started. George and I would joke about that was before the bloke lost his spark.

Standing, I walked over to the window deciding to take a look, maybe that'd keep me away from my thoughts.

The streets were empty at least to my eyes but in my mind I could see myself running out into the snow jumping around like a child, laughing and wrestling with Fred and George...

My eyes had begun to sting even if I promised myself months ago I'd stop crying I couldn't help it. I felt empty, discarded like a piece of rubbish no one needed anymore.

The hot tears ran down my cheeks as I laid my head against the window. With my fingers I begun to trace lines on my window.

Merry Christmas Lee.

Merry effing Christmas.

I couldn't find the will to stop my tears, even at Fred's funeral I hadn't cried like this. I knew he'd probably be angry with me if I did. I simply sat there beside George.

Ha! He was probably laughing wherever he was.

I heard a loud knock on my door. I ignored it until they knocked a fourth time and after came a voice.

“Er...Lee. Lee are you there?”

I frowned turning around: that voice, though it lacked its usual laughter...

“George?”

I laughed my tears taking over once again. I ran towards the door hoping that I hadn't suddenly gone mad.

“Lee if you don't-”

“You prat!” I yelled excited almost losing my foot to my lonely table. The cards went flying as I cursed. Outside the door I heard George call out worried.

“Lee are you alright?”

I cursed loudly suddenly laughing as I scrambled up onto my feet.

It was him! My best mate!

I felt my hand shake as I twisted the handle taking a deep breath I pulled the door open.

George stood there wearing a shy smile, his hair was long and messy covering up his only ear. His brown eyes stared at me bloodshot and glass-like. Giving me a small wave George walked in right past me.

“So...er still collecting cards?” I nodded shutting the door slowly. It felt like I was floating, my heart was beating with excitement but on the other side I felt angry.

It had been a year, a whole year and all this idiot could day to me was

“So...er still collecting cards?”

I turned towards him he was sitting on my couch his hands on his knees and his eyes all over the place.

“After a year,.” I whispered he turned to me as I reached into my robes, “after a whole year George Weasley!” My voice had begun to raise, sure I noticed but right now I could care less if that stupid old woman that lived next to me woke up. I'd hex her too!

He stood up backing away from me “Lee, I'm sorry mate I really am-” he began as I walked towards him each step louder then the last.

“I sent you letter after letter! I went to your house! Heck I've been running your shop!” I was now screaming my hand was shaking as my eyes began to sting again.

“Not even a hello Lee! Or heck even a howler would've been nice!” I saw him blink twice then George suddenly broke into a sob and so did I.

Great I made him cry, and myself mind you.

I dropped my wand and without thinking pulled George into a hug. He stood there frozen, the anger had faded and suddenly I felt an empty pit in my stomach.

Ladies and gentleman....I was embarrassed...

Not of George...but the fact that I had suddenly jumped at him like that. If Fred was watching he was probably howling with laughter.

“I missed you,” I said before he could get a word out of his mouth though he wasn't speaking. George bit his lip, his eyes lighting up.

George burst out in laughter, in fact he fell onto MY couch laughing. I smiled as I watched him try to catch his breath.

Once I saw him crying with laughter I couldn't help but join him.

I suddenly stopped laughing getting a good look at George. He looked thinner than ever, his clothes looked dirty and it looked like he hadn't shaved in a couple of weeks.

“George what the heck happened to you?” I blurted out he smiled cheekily running his hands through his hair.

“I just got 'lost' you could say...”

“Well then...welcome home” I said taking a hold of his shoulder. He smiled at me.

And to me that was the best Christmas present anyone could have given me.

 

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