first December: Molly / Arthur
1981
looked sad Molly Weasley the puny Christmas tree, decorated only with a few stars, was slanting. Your boys, they had cut out of old Daily Prophet, which Molly had brightly colored. They had the right had jewelry, but Fred and George had made him at one of their illegal raids destroyed the attic and tried to hide the damage. When Molly had discovered the problem, it was too late was to buy new jewelry.
She had all the money they had saved up a chore for Christmas, already spent on Christmas gifts. It was less this year than in recent years, but Bill would come next September to Hogwarts and they would have to buy the entire school equipment new to him. Then were the things at the other children be passed, but the first time would have to buy them all. Although only second hand, but even that was actually already more than they could afford.
Molly swallowed as she watched her oldest son, who helped the other children while cutting out the stars. Charlie was the work has become too stupid and he had flung his scissors impatient. Percy worked at the most conscientious of all, and cut out the stars with a precision to the self Molly would not have been able to do. Fred and George made a game of it, the stars so crazy shapes as possible to give and Ron sat in his chair, chewing on a biscuit around and looked wide-eyed with his brothers. Molly was happy that Bill made sure he got in no scissors. She wanted to not imagine how it would be if Bill would only be in Hogwarts. He would miss them all terribly.
It was the last Christmas, where would it all together. Bill's last before he would go into the wide world. And Ginny's first. She was of course too young to understand what was going on, but it was still something special. The first time was always something special. Therefore had Molly is also taken the time to knit a Christmas sweater for her four-month-old daughter. Just as she knitted a sweater for all their sons.
Molly knitted sweater every year for their children. This made them, since Bill was in the world. It was a simple gift. Wool was not expensive. The owner of the store where they bought the wool always had a heart for her family. The more wool Molly bought, the cheaper it was. They also could bewitch her knitting needles, so that most of the work completed for them. Only the complex patterns produced Molly himself. So they had enough time needed for all the other things that are absolutely done. It was also a practical gift, for she could ensure that their children had something warm to wear. And above all it was a gift that came from the heart.
Molly loved her children more than anything and wanted to be in a position to give them everything they wanted. Unfortunately, they could buy them anything complicated, so how would they like to do sometimes. But she gave them love, warmth and security. And these were but the greatest gifts that could give it. How many children were without Commented out.
were tears in her eyes as she thought of the many orphans who would not even get a sweater. No one had, who loved her and was there for them. Their children were happy and satisfied, even if not ready would be the latest racing broom under the Christmas tree for them.
The door opened and Arthur came. Snowflakes had soaked his tattered cloak. Molly sighed with relief. She was relieved every time he came safely home. She had not yet got used to it, whose name can not be named, not longer there. It would be the first Christmas that they would celebrate in peace.
Arthur expressed his sons each a kiss on the head before he got to her, wrapped an arm around her waist is no longer present and kissed her. Then he leaned over to Ginny, who held Molly in his arms and kissed her gently on the forehead.
"Merry Christmas", he wished her, smiling.
Molly nodded. They were all together. They were healthy. They loved each other. You could live in peace. It was a Merry Christmas.
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