RP: Christmas Morning
Date: Sunday, December 25, 1998
Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley
Location: Grimmauld Place
Status: Private
Summary: Christmas morning at Grimmauld Place
Completion: Incomplete
It was Christmas morning. There were gifts to open, breakfast to eat, friends to hug, and family to see. Well, Ron's family, but that was the only family Hermione had anymore, so she decided to count it. It had been a restless night without much sleep, but she didn't really feel tired. Compared to last year at this time, it was already an improvement. The reason for her lack of sleep was staring at her with big brown eyes, giving every impression of sainthood.
She shook her head and had to laugh. It was a different way to start the day, but she couldn't complain. When she'd cried in the middle of the night while thinking about her parents, there had been a willing snuggle partner. Crookshanks rarely allowed such cuddling, though she didn't plan to ask Harry to borrow his gift whenever she felt sad at night.
The holidays would be over soon, and she would be focused on classes, so she would be able to handle the absence of her parents easier. It was probably horrid that she didn't miss them every day and really only did during the times she was used to being around them. It had been years of separation, though, with school and then the war, so it wasn't unusual not to be around them most days.
"Stay there," she instructed firmly as she got off the bed and went to pick up the bags of things she'd bought for the boys' stockings. She cast a charm around the bed before she left her room and crept downstairs to the sitting room. After she lit the fire, she waved her wand to turn the lights on the tree on, watching them flicker as she put items into Harry and Ron's stockings. When that was done, she got out the smaller stockings she had bought and hung those. One each for Crookshanks, Pig, Cliodna, and Kreacher.
So that her stocking wouldn't be empty, she had a handful of sweets, a book, and a new toothbrush. However, her stocking wasn't empty when she went to add those things. She was curious but resisted the urge to look yet. She stared at the toothbrush and blinked back tears before she pushed it into the stocking. None of that today. It would be a good day, happy and festive even with the sad bits. She added a toothbrush to Harry and Ron's stockings, too, so they could be part of that old tradition of hers, then she was finished.
She went back upstairs to her room to get the wrapped portion of Harry's gift. Since the main part had been free to a good home, she had bought him the things she thought were necessary. When she looked at her bed, she smiled at the image of Crookshanks inspecting the puppy. That should be an interesting dynamic, since Crookshanks had never had to share space like this with anything else. "No scratching or bad attitude," she warned him before she scratched him behind his ears. She pet the puppy, still amazed at how tiny it seemed, then got the rest of Harry's gifts to take downstairs.
It was still pretty early, but it was Christmas day. That, in itself, meant that it wasn't a day to laze around and sleep late. She smiled and got one of the gifts for Ron from beneath the tree. She took it into his room, walking quietly so she wouldn't wake him up yet, and put it at the end of his bed. He had told her many times about his mother's tradition, and she thought maybe it would make him feel more at home here with them since he wasn't with his family this morning.
After she left his room, she went back to her own and picked up the puppy. "Are you ready to meet Harry? I think he'll really love you, and you'll love him, of course. He's easy to love," she murmured quietly as she took him upstairs. When they reached Harry's room, she quietly opened the door and crept inside.
"Harry, are you awake?" she whispered, walking carefully so she wouldn't stumble over anything he might have left on the floor. "Happy Christmas."
Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley
Location: Grimmauld Place
Status: Private
Summary: Christmas morning at Grimmauld Place
Completion: Incomplete
It was Christmas morning. There were gifts to open, breakfast to eat, friends to hug, and family to see. Well, Ron's family, but that was the only family Hermione had anymore, so she decided to count it. It had been a restless night without much sleep, but she didn't really feel tired. Compared to last year at this time, it was already an improvement. The reason for her lack of sleep was staring at her with big brown eyes, giving every impression of sainthood.
She shook her head and had to laugh. It was a different way to start the day, but she couldn't complain. When she'd cried in the middle of the night while thinking about her parents, there had been a willing snuggle partner. Crookshanks rarely allowed such cuddling, though she didn't plan to ask Harry to borrow his gift whenever she felt sad at night.
The holidays would be over soon, and she would be focused on classes, so she would be able to handle the absence of her parents easier. It was probably horrid that she didn't miss them every day and really only did during the times she was used to being around them. It had been years of separation, though, with school and then the war, so it wasn't unusual not to be around them most days.
"Stay there," she instructed firmly as she got off the bed and went to pick up the bags of things she'd bought for the boys' stockings. She cast a charm around the bed before she left her room and crept downstairs to the sitting room. After she lit the fire, she waved her wand to turn the lights on the tree on, watching them flicker as she put items into Harry and Ron's stockings. When that was done, she got out the smaller stockings she had bought and hung those. One each for Crookshanks, Pig, Cliodna, and Kreacher.
So that her stocking wouldn't be empty, she had a handful of sweets, a book, and a new toothbrush. However, her stocking wasn't empty when she went to add those things. She was curious but resisted the urge to look yet. She stared at the toothbrush and blinked back tears before she pushed it into the stocking. None of that today. It would be a good day, happy and festive even with the sad bits. She added a toothbrush to Harry and Ron's stockings, too, so they could be part of that old tradition of hers, then she was finished.
She went back upstairs to her room to get the wrapped portion of Harry's gift. Since the main part had been free to a good home, she had bought him the things she thought were necessary. When she looked at her bed, she smiled at the image of Crookshanks inspecting the puppy. That should be an interesting dynamic, since Crookshanks had never had to share space like this with anything else. "No scratching or bad attitude," she warned him before she scratched him behind his ears. She pet the puppy, still amazed at how tiny it seemed, then got the rest of Harry's gifts to take downstairs.
It was still pretty early, but it was Christmas day. That, in itself, meant that it wasn't a day to laze around and sleep late. She smiled and got one of the gifts for Ron from beneath the tree. She took it into his room, walking quietly so she wouldn't wake him up yet, and put it at the end of his bed. He had told her many times about his mother's tradition, and she thought maybe it would make him feel more at home here with them since he wasn't with his family this morning.
After she left his room, she went back to her own and picked up the puppy. "Are you ready to meet Harry? I think he'll really love you, and you'll love him, of course. He's easy to love," she murmured quietly as she took him upstairs. When they reached Harry's room, she quietly opened the door and crept inside.
"Harry, are you awake?" she whispered, walking carefully so she wouldn't stumble over anything he might have left on the floor. "Happy Christmas."