The next morning, sunlight swept gently across every corner of the Burrow like a warm hand. Golden rays streamed through the windows, falling upon the slightly weathered wooden floor.
Wes Elwin, stirred by the warmth, stretched lazily and slowly made his way downstairs from his room.
At that moment, Molly was already busy in the kitchen, tirelessly moving back and forth as she prepared breakfast.
Eggs sizzled enticingly on the frying pan, and the bread in the toaster was turning a perfect golden brown. The aroma of breakfast filled the entire kitchen.
Arthur, still in his pajamas, sat leisurely at the table with a steaming cup of coffee, deeply engrossed in reading the Daily Prophet.
"Good morning," Wes greeted with a bright smile.
His voice, clear and lively, broke the calm of the early morning.
Arthur looked up, eyes warm with a trace of a smile, and asked, "How did you sleep last night?"
"Very well," Wes replied, a contented look on his face. Clearly, a restful night had done him good.
Hearing their conversation, Molly brought over a cup of coffee and handed it to Wes. "Just wait a little longer—breakfast will be ready soon."
Then she returned to the kitchen to continue bustling about.
As a mother of seven, holidays for Molly were like going into battle.
She had to make sure every child enjoyed a hearty breakfast, see to their daily needs, and organize all sorts of holiday activities to make the home feel full of joy and warmth.
Thankfully, with Ginny's help, things were a bit easier.
Ginny quietly lent a hand—cleaning rooms, preparing food—giving Molly a chance to catch her breath.
Once breakfast was ready, Molly began calling each child out of bed.
But this time, there was nothing gentle about it.
"Ron! How long are you going to sleep?!"
"And you two—Fred, George—get up!"
Molly's voice echoed through the staircase of the Burrow, breaking the morning peace.
"Alright, Mum," came the sleepy voices of the twins from another room.
And so, Christmas at the Burrow began amid noise and busy movement.
After breakfast, Arthur took the twins and Ron out to the shed to begin the day's holiday activities.
Percy, ever the one for solitary research and mystery, slipped away into his room after eating, up to who-knows-what.
"Kids, we need to hurry and finish decorating the Christmas tree before lunch," Arthur said, holding a set of tools while standing in front of a pine tree, ready to trim it.
The twins weren't particularly interested in decorating, but still stood nearby, occasionally exchanging mischievous glances—clearly scheming something.
Ron, however, quietly helped his father. Holding scissors and tape, he followed Arthur's instructions, carefully trimming branches and organizing decorations.
"Is there anything I can help with?" Wes, having nothing to do inside, came out to see if he could lend a hand.
The shed was simple, but not small—it was full of materials and tools.
"Don't underestimate this place," Arthur said proudly. "A lot of things in our home, I made myself."
"Ron's bed," Fred chimed in.
"The dining table," George added right after. The twins' perfectly timed remarks lightened the atmosphere in the shed.
Arthur didn't earn much, and with so many kids to support, things were often tight financially.
Most things in the house were repaired and reused by him.
Over time, Arthur's craftsmanship improved, and the shed grew more packed with tools and projects.
"No wonder you managed to build your own flying car," Wes said, genuinely impressed by Arthur's ingenuity and skill.
"Of course! You should've seen it back then…" Arthur's eyes lit up instantly at the mention of the flying car.
Arthur went on and on about the process of modifying the flying car, completely forgetting about the Christmas tree.
It wasn't until Ron reminded him that Arthur came back to his senses and resumed trimming the tree.
But once the topic started, there was no stopping it—Arthur and Wes grew more and more animated discussing the flying car. Even the twins were drawn in, joining the conversation with bright eyes.
Ron couldn't get a word in. Frustrated, he sat off to the side, feeling completely left out.
It wasn't until Molly came to call them in that they realized it was already lunchtime.
That afternoon, everyone began decorating the Burrow. The magic made it easy and fun.
Children and adults sat together, gently waving their wands. Shimmering decorations seemed to come alive, flying on their own to the walls, windows, and roof, dressing the house in a festive glow.
It didn't take long for the entire Burrow to be transformed into a place brimming with Christmas spirit.
Wes brought out a long string of lights and wrapped them around the outside of the Burrow.
When night fell, the lights began to twinkle, turning the house into something out of a fairytale—a magical little home lit with colorful, dancing lights that filled the night with warmth and charm.
"If only we had fireworks," Ginny said, gazing at the beautifully decorated Burrow, her eyes full of longing.
Magical fireworks were every child's dream. Their beauty and brilliance were unforgettable, but they were so expensive, few had ever seen them in person.
The other kids looked a bit down too, imagining how perfect the night would be if fireworks were added.
Just then, Jandy wobbled over carrying a box even taller than himself, filled to the brim with fireworks.
"How could there not be fireworks on a night like this?" Wes said with a smile.
He lit one of the fireworks. It shot into the sky and exploded in a vivid display—forming a lifelike reindeer galloping across the stars.
The children's eyes lit up with amazement and joy. They cheered and leapt about as if they, too, were flying with the fireworks.
"These are all for you," Wes said generously, pointing to the rest of the fireworks in the box.
"Really?" The children were excited, but still looked to their parents for permission.
The two adults, of course, wouldn't ruin the moment. They smiled and said, "What are you waiting for?"
"Awesome!" the kids shouted, rushing to pick out their favorite fireworks.
Wes had brought plenty—more than enough for everyone to enjoy.
Fireworks burst across the sky, forming flowers, stars, animals, and more.
Their brilliance lit up the night, and the children's laughter rang through the air. That hour-long display became an unforgettable memory for the whole Weasley family.
The kids had the time of their lives. Even the adults joined in, laughter and play washing away the years, as if they were children once more.
The next morning, the Weasleys received gifts that Wes had carefully prepared.
Ron got a jar of Honeydukes sweets. He eagerly opened it, popped one into his mouth, and smiled with satisfaction.
Ginny received a set of magical dolls, much like enchanted Barbies. She hugged them tightly, absolutely delighted.
Percy was given a finely crafted quill, which he stroked with reverence.
The twins received Wes's personal alchemy notes. They clutched them like treasure and immediately started reading, absorbed in every word.
Molly was gifted a brand-new set of cooking utensils. She looked at Wes with gratitude, warmth filling her heart.
Arthur received a Muggle toolbox with items like wrenches and screwdrivers. He happily held the kit, already imagining all the things he could build with it.
Everyone loved Wes's gifts.
As for Wes, his present was a scarf Molly had knitted herself. He wrapped it around his neck, feeling the warmth instantly.
The scarf was soft and cozy, imbued with the love and blessings of the family.
After lunch, Wes said goodbye to the wonderful family. Though they tried their best to convince him to stay longer, he gently declined.
He knew he'd already stayed several days and didn't want to intrude further on their family time.
After this rare moment of peace and warmth, Wes stepped once more into the magical world, ready to face what lay ahead.
He knew he still had much to do—and couldn't remain in this fleeting joy for long.
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