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A Very Gryffie Holiday by Gryffindor Collaboration

Format: Short story collection
Chapters: 17
Word Count: 35,753

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Contains Slash (Same-Sex Pairing), Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Drama, General
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Lily, James, Bill, Percy, Neville, Fred, George
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, James/Lily, Remus/Tonks, Ron/Hermione, Other Pairing

First Published: 11/24/2010
Last Chapter: 02/24/2011
Last Updated: 02/24/2011


Ever wanted to know what your favourite Gryffindors get up to during the holiday season?  Well, wonder no more, as we explore the many and varied antics that the silly season can inspire.

The Gryffindor House holiday collaboration 2010

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Chapter 14: A Very Gryffie Holiday: Last Minute Surprises


Albus Potter’s nose was pressed up against the glass of Quality Quidditch Supplies.

Green eyes wide, his breath frosted up the recently-polished glass as he stared at the one thing that every young aspiring Quidditch player wanted for Christmas; the Stardust 1500.
“Uncle George!” His gaze only left the broomstick for a moment as he called the red-haired man standing beside him. “Do you see that broomstick?”
George’s nose was pressed to the glass in a similar manner that his nephew’s was. “Funnily enough, I don’t think that I do.”
“Well you better see it, that thing’s incredible!” The young boy exclaimed, clearly not understanding the sarcasm at his seven years of age. “It’s even the broom that the whole Irish Quidditch team bought for themselves!”
It was Christmas Eve, and George Weasley had taken Albus out for a bit of last minute window shopping and errands, with clear instructions from Harry and Ginny that he was not to buy him sweets.
However, those weren’t the only instructions given; Harry, the procrastinator, had neglected to buy a Christmas present for Al because he had no idea what he liked. Seeing how this was George’s department, it was with a slightly-weary sigh that the redhead had agreed to help the desperate father.
None of this was clear to Albus now, standing outside the store and nearly bouncing up and down from the excitement. “It’s got rapid acceleration and can do hairpin turns in mere seconds!” He called out, reciting what George was sure had been memorized word-for-word from an advertisement in a magazine.
“I think that’s enough for now. Come on, Al,” George told his nephew, though he had to admit that even he wanted to stay a bit longer to marvel at the broomstick. “Besides,” He continued, unfolding a list from his pocket. “We’ve got a whole list of errands to do.”
Even though it had been folded in half when taken from the redhead’s pocket, the young boy watched in horror as it unfolded itself into what looked to be a list nearly the size of him.
“Fine,” He sighed, pulling away from the window, though he did give the broom just one last peek before joining George.
Dragging Albus along to all the different stores with him wasn’t exactly the top of George’s ‘favorite things to do’ list, especially when some errands included buying presents for other members of the Weasley-Potter household. He had made sure the younger boy swore to keep it secret for just one more day.
Laden with bags, the pair finally emerged outside once the sun had gone down. Even little Albus was struggling to hold a few bags of his own. “Can we go home now?” he pleaded. Even though he usually enjoyed going somewhere with his fun-loving uncle, he was getting a bit tired of walking around in the bustling Diagon Alley all day.
“Yes, I think we’re just about done.” George consulted his list once more before nodding to confirm his words. “Besides, we’ve got to get home quickly,” He said before adding, “Grandmum’s making dinner tonight.”
Al grinned. “Now we won’t have to suffer through Aunt Angelina’s cooking.”
George scowled good-naturedly. “You lay off on my wife.” He paused before adding slyly, “But we are spared from Aunt Audrey’s vegetable surprise.”
Laughter from both family members echoed down the emptying streets as they continued on their way home.


“Ron, eat slowly, no one’s going to take that plate away from you!” Molly Weasley’s voice rang out as she reprimanded her son’s horrible eating habits.
“That’s what you think,” He replied with a guilty look at Hermione before he continued eating in the same fashion that he had just moments before.
As Albus was eating at the other end of the table and keeping up a steady conversation with Rose, Harry decided it safe enough to talk to his brother-in-law.
“George?” Harry interrupted the man’s conversation with his son. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Once he had gotten the older man’s attention, he said in a low voice, “See anything that Al liked?”
George hesitated but nodded slowly.
“What is it?”
“You know that new broom, the Stardust 1500?” He nodded unsteadily. “I’m pretty sure he wants it; I mean, would you spend a good portion of an hour just standing outside and staring at something you didn’t want?”
Harry nodded. “I see…” He looked uncomfortable. “Right then.” He nodded thankfully at George before turning back to his own plate which he picked at as he thought.
Back at the other end of the table, Albus was describing the broom to his other Quidditch-loving cousins.
“…it’s got built-in braking, and can even be left outside in the rain without the wood getting moldy because it’s been polished with this special type of wood polish,” He was saying to his avid listeners.
“The Tutshill Tornadoes are going to be so jealous of Ireland!” James exclaimed.
“But I heard that the Chudley Cannons will get a few of them too,” Rose said.
“No,” Fred rolled his eyes in that annoying way all eleven-year-olds do. “That’s Pride of Portree you’re talking about.”
“No, I’m pretty sure it’s Chudley,” Rose protested.
A brief argument ensued before Albus began describing the broom again. “The only thing with it, though, is that it’s kind of expensive,” He said regretfully.

Harry had been listening to this conversation for the past while. “How much?” He asked a bit nervously.
Albus gulped. “Eight hundred and fifty galleons.”
A sort of shocked silence fell over the table in which George gave Harry an apologetic shrug, indicating that it was Albus that had chosen it and not him. As soon as conversation slowly started to make the table loud again, Albus glanced at Rose uncertainly. “Do you think Dad would get the broom for me if I asked?”
Rose smiled. “Don’t be silly. Uncle Harry’s not that bad of a procrastinator.”
Two hours later, ‘Uncle-Harry-the-not-procrastinator’ was standing outside of Quality Quidditch Supplies, his breath making little puffs of steam in the frosty air as he glanced through the window at the broom on display.
He made his decision.


Christmas morning dawned bright, but the peaceful morning was broken as soon as Albus Potter opened his eyes.
Hopping out of bed, the messy-haired boy immediately tackled his brother and cousin, sleeping in sleeping bags on the floor. “Wake up, it’s Christmas!”
Soon the message had spread throughout the packed Burrow, and everyone was making their way downstairs to the Christmas tree and all the presents piled around it, wrapped with such care. Soon enough, though, everyone knew the wrapping would be carelessly torn off and the ground covered in scraps of wrapping paper.
Albus immediately rushed to the front of the tree to pick up a box. “This one’s yours, Lily,” He said, throwing the present at his younger sister before digging through the rest of the pile.
Albus was happy to find his section of presents towards the back of the tree. Dragging out a large box, he hesitated as he fingered the wrappings.
Rose was by his side in an instant. “Do you think that that’s it?” She whispered to her cousin, in awe of the large rectangular box.
He bit his lip. “Let’s see,” He replied as he pulled the green and red wrapping paper off from the box. Underneath was now a simple, unmarked box that had been stripped clean of all paper.
Fingers reached for the edge of the lid slowly before Rose Weasley got annoyed. “For Merlin’s sake, Al.” Without waiting for him to open it himself, she pulled off the cover of the box.
“Dad!” Albus jumped up in triumph. “You came through!”
“Actually, it was your Uncle’s idea,” Harry laughed happily at his son’s joy.
Albus glanced around in confusion at all his older male relatives before realizing which uncle Harry was talking about. “Uncle George!” He ran to go give him a hug.
Unfortunately, George- who was helping his daughter turn on her present, didn’t see his nephew coming until he collided with him. “Oof!” His expression changed. “I mean, you’re welcome, Albus.”
“Come on, show us the gift already!” Dominique exclaimed impatiently.
It was with another moment of sheer triumph that Albus Potter reached into his box and pulled out what he had really wanted; the gleaming Stardust 1500, its handle almost as bright as his smile.
“Merry Christmas, Albus,” Harry called from the other side of the room.
Albus glanced up, flashing rarely-seen dimples at his father. “Merry Christmas, Dad.”