2012
"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER! "Ginny had propped her hands on her hips and stared in horror at the mess in the living room. The giant Christmas tree had tipped over and all the jewelry was broken on the floor.
James carefully put his head in the living room door. "What have you done!" Ginny cried out and pointed waving to the mess.
"Why should I be guilty?" James replied insolently. "Why did not Al or Lily?"
Ginny took a deep breath. She was glad that her wand was not in range, for if at this moment they can not guarantee anything. "Were they there for?" She said with difficulty controlled voice.
James swallowed and shook his head. Anxiously he ducked his head. "But you can fix anything but the back, right?" He asked hesitantly. "A spell and all is well again."
"UP," shouted Ginny now quite beside himself. "To your room! IMMEDIATELY! "James seemed to realize that was not to be trifled with his mother at the moment. He turned around and sprinted up the stairs. Breathing heavily, Ginny
looked after him. She tried again to bring their anger under control. They tried it with the breathing exercises she had learned in childbirth class and after a few minutes, their anger subsided. She looked at the tree and felt her tears to the eyes. She sank to her knees and took a broken little angels in the hand. It was supposed to hold a trumpet in his hands, but his arms were broken off. Ginny let her gaze wander over the ground looking for, but she could not discover the instrument. Sadly she blinked the tears away.
"Gin?" Harry walked into the living room looking for her. He had just come from the ministry. "What happened here?" He surveyed the chaos in three seconds and needed only two more to kneel down beside her. He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her reassuringly on the back while she sobbed into his shirt.
"James has thrown down the tree," she told him finally, in a trembling voice.
Harry had already figured that his eldest son was responsible for this mess. "He It has certainly not done on purpose. "Such jokes he did not. He had probably forgotten in his high spirits only that the tree was standing there and hold him any more.
"I know," Ginny said quietly. She freed herself from him again and wiped the tears from her face. "But things are still broken. Look. "She held up the little angel without trumpet, which she loved so much.
"You can fix everything again," he tried to comfort her. He gently stroked her red hair from her face.
Ginny sniffed. "I know you can," she said. New tears flowed down her cheeks. "But this is no longer the same." Carefully she drove over the broken bodies of the figure.
Harry wished that he could do anything to comfort her. He knew how much she depended on the jewelry. She had bought him when they both celebrated their first Christmas in their first joint home. She had even paid their salary they had earned as a replacement for the Holyhead Harpies huntress. It was something very special for her. A new chapter in their lives. Whenever she hung the figures for Christmas on the tree, they remembered how it was finally grown up to be and to do the things that her mother had done before.
"Maybe we should just buy new jewelry," he suggested finally. considered "along with the children."
Ginny the Angel thoughtfully. She nodded. "Maybe it really would be the best." A new tradition for a new section. "But James does not cooperate." Punishment had to be. Also had He definitely do not care much for the kitschy jewelry, would like the Ginny and Lily.
"We can take it to Mrs. Figg," suggested to Harry, grinning. After the war he had made contact with her again. They had got on surprisingly well and Harry had often invited to family gatherings at the Burrow. When she was a couple of times had no other baby sitter can be found, they had just decided to put the children Mrs Figg. She had just got over it. She would have had enjoyed himself once had children, but unfortunately it never worked out and saw Harry's Children and now their grandchildren to.
Harry knew that it made the children more time with her than he used to, but at the Burrow, it was not at all approaching natural.
"And dessert, it will not get the whole week, too." She added Ginny resolutely. Harry grimaced. This would meet his son hard. Especially at Christmas. From that decision would be his wife but not be deterred.
"Mummy?" The four year old Lily looked carefully into the living room. She clutched a large sheet of paper. "Are you sad?" She asked, worried and rushed to her mother. She threw her arms around Ginny and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Ginny smiled at her daughter wrong. "It's again, my darling." "James has said that you're unhappy,"
told Lily and held up the sheet that she held in her hand. "That's why I told you the painting."
Ginny took the picture in his hand and a real smile spread across her face. Lily had painted a Christmas tree. Below him sat Harry, James, Albus, Lily and Ginny with a big grin on his face.
"It's beautiful," Ginny said with a trembling voice. Again there were tears in her eyes, but another time for a reason.
Harry stroked his daughter grateful to the head. Lily could cheer them all, no matter how unhappy they were. It was pretty clever was from James, of sending in his little sister to straighten the waves with his mother. Dessert, it would get this week but not yet.
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