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Twinkle Toes by ellemae17
Chapter 12 : Even on Christmas I'm scary
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“Lily! The house is on fire and if you don’t get up now you’ll die!”

I rolled over in bed.

“Go away Albus,” I mumbled.

“Come on Lily, its Christmas, get up.”

I threw a pillow at him.

He laughed and reached under my blanket, grabbing at my feet.

“Al, cut it out!” I threw another pillow at him. “Get out of my room!”

He ran.

I may be small, but both my brothers are rightfully scared of their little sister.

I took my time getting dressed, knowing James and Albus had to wait to open their presents until I was there.

Eventually I finished my lengthened morning routine and went to the sitting room where my family was waiting.

Despite being nineteen and twenty respectively, Al and James were sitting cross legged on the floor, bouncing with anticipation. On Christmas it was like I was seven all over again.

Mum and dad were snuggling on the couch, both with a cup of tea in their hand.

“Now, since James was up first, he gets to pick the first present.”

James made a big production of walking around the Christmas tree and examining the boxes carefully.

He picked out a box with black wrapping papers with snitches on it and started to tear off the paper.

What was inside was not what he expected.

“What is it?”

“A microwave,” I answered before thinking. My whole family stares at me.

“How do you know?” Mum asked.

“I learned it in Muggle Studies. Plus, you know, Heather has one.”

“Yes well, James, it’s for your new flat. It heats up food.” Mum was still sending disappointed looks at me.

Thanks mum, nice to know the fact that I have an O in Muggle Studies is a bad thing.

Once James stopped playing with his microwave, us kids (and dad, who loves Christmas) were released to fend for ourselves in the search for presents.

When I was a kid, before Hogwarts, racing to the pile of presents under the tree was fun, but now I tend to sit on the couch with mum and wait for the boys to finish.

After James and Al are distracted by their new toys, mum and dad cuddle up on the couch and watch me open my presents.

I opened the big ones first; getting a wand holster and a huge book of defense spells from my mother.

“Thanks mum,” I mutter, trying to look excited.

There are five little boxes left, and I reach for one randomly.

“Ah, Lily. Open the blue one first dear.” Dad says.

I look around and notice four of the boxes are purple and the biggest is blue. I open it and find a delicate silver bracelet inside.

“Oh daddy, it’s so beautiful.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he laughed, pulling mum into the crook of his arm. “Open the rest.

The first box has a little kitty charm, and I look over at Gwen, who is enjoying the discarded wrapping paper more than she liked her new catnip toys.

The next box held a small lightning bolt, the exact shape of dad’s famous scar. The third had a Lily flower for my name, which made me smile.

The last box had me in tears. My hand covered my mouth and I looked up at my dad with glistening eyes. He smiles back, and I pull the charm out of the box.

It’s a tiny crystal ballet slipper. Tears are flowing freely, and I rush up to hug my dad, throwing myself on his lap.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! Oh daddy I love it, thank you so much!”

“I let him put the bracelet around my wrist and gave him a big wet kiss on the cheek.

“I’m glad you like it Lily-Belle. Now go get dressed for the Burrow, something nice.”

I hugged him and mum and head for my room. I love the Burrow on Christmas, mostly because I get more presents. Between all my cousins, aunts and uncles, Nana and Gramps, and James and Al (since they like doing it in front of the whole family) I have to shrink everything to get it home.

Sometimes I’m really glad mum has so many brothers.

I’m digging through my closet, looking for something to wear. Everyone gets all fancied up; since the New Years Eve party is suppose to be more like a club than a get together.

Eventually I find the dress I’m looking for. It’s a gray-blue with gold dusting and thin straps. I layer on the jewelry and fix my make-up.

The shoes are silver and strappy and nearly six inches high. Walking down the steps is easy; Heather and I go to so many parties over the summer, and I wasn’t allowed to wear anything under three inches.

“You look fancy Lils.” I hear James come down the stairs behind me, all dressed up in nice pants and a polo. No wonder girls were all over him.

Ewww Lily, stop thinking about your brother with girls.

Right. Of course. James is gross.

“Excuse me?”

I said that out loud didn’t I?

“Uh, yeah, you did.”

Bloody hell!

“Lily Luna Potter, language!”

“Sorry mum!”

I ran down the rest of the stairs as fast as possible and out the door. I needed the air.

“Come on Lily-Belle, don’t want Nana Molly yelling at us do we?

I hopped into the car. The boot of the car had been magically enlarged so all the presents would fit.

“James Sirius Potter, you are twenty years old, grow up!”

I love when mum yells at someone yells at someone other than me. It’s a nice change.

“Yes mum,” James pouted, trudging over to the car, stomping his feet the entire way.


“Merlin mum, I got it!”

“I have half a mind to leave you here!”

“I could just Apparate there.”

“Not if you value your life you won’t!”

Silly James, don’t you know better than to argue with mum?

“I’m of age, you can’t tell me what to do anymore!”

Apparently not. This was going to be very entertaining.

I glanced over at Albus who, like me, was holding back laughter.

“Then why are you here? Why don’t you just Apparate to the Burrow from your flat?”

“It’s Christmas mum! I wanted to be with my family.”

First the first time ever, Ginny Potter lost an argument.

Her eyes were soft and she was smiling, so I don’t think she minded.

“Oh Jamie!” She cried, pulling him into a hug. You could tell James was getting uncomfortable; his face was turning blue from lack of air.

“Mum, I don’t think he can breathe.” Al called with laughter in his voice.

‘Oh Jamie, I’m sorry I got angry, of course you should be here. My poor baby, all alone in that empty little building.”


Mum’s eyes hardened again.

“What does that mean mister?”

Oh shit.

James didn’t tell mum about Sarah.

He’s so screwed.

“Ginny, sweetheart? Ginny love, Ginny, hi honey, we’re going to be late.”

Dad was trying to distract mum from James, and it seemed to work, since Mum nodded and got into the car. James followed her lead and sat next to Al in the back.

I sighed and dug into my purse for my iPod. I put in my head phones and turned the volume all the way up. The drums were so loud I wasn’t sure what the song was. I didn’t care though. I’ll listen to anything if it blocks out James and Albus discussing Quidditch statistics.

The party at the Burrow was the same as it was every year. Nana Molly has every single member of the Potter-Weasley family, including Aunt Hermione’s parents and dad’s cousin and family.

Dad and Uncle Dudley made up when I was six. He and dad stared at each other while mum stood there with her lips pursed, glaring at the entire Dursley family.

Then they hugged and dad held mum while she cried and they come to our house for every Easter.

After everyone says hello and we eat an enormous brunch, everyone opens presents and tells stories. Every year I get random things, but there are always a couple boxes of Sugar Quills in the mix.

There’s a slight chance I’m addicted to them.

After the presents are open we all eat again, and everyone goes home. I do a couple laps around Godric’s Hollow so I don’t go to bed feeling like a sack of potatoes.

Then I sleep.

This chapter took forever to type up. Just saying.
For those interested, Lily’s dress is the one I’m wearing to prom, including the killer heels. Unfortunately, unlike Lily, I have absolutely no clue how to walk in them.
I hope you liked this ridiculously long chapter, leave a review to let me know.

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