A Christmas ficlet

[browneydweasley]

      Harry slumps into a chair, exhausted.  He’s supervised the first flights of new brooms, played endless games of wizard’s chess and exploding snap, mended boo-boo’s, attended tea parties, and even changed a new baby doll’s nappy.  He is without a doubt the favorite uncle of all twenty Weasley nieces and nephews.

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Comments

[emeraldstag]

Aww, this was definitely a bittersweet future for those two. It's hard to not want a perfect one for them, but as long as they're alive that's nice too. LOL. Lovely piece. =)

I envy you for writing an angst piece, I steer clear from those the best I can. But the ironic part is that I have this angsty piece that is just poking my brain asking to be written and I just don't want to write sad. Battle of the wills!

[browneydweasley]

I know exactly what you mean...This one has been rattling around in my head for awhile, really. To be honest, it was nice to get it written and make it stop nagging at me! :D

Thanks for the kind comments. It really does mean a lot!

[redhot_witch]

Oh April, this is beautiful and bittersweet. My heart ached reading it because my husband and I have had this very conversation many times. Most days, the hurt is bearable and lays hidden just under the surface, but the holidays seem to always remind us that we'll never have this joy. We're lucky enough that our nieces and nephews are a blessing to us and we enjoy every minute we have with them.