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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

Awesome banner by Sarah_Bee at TDA!!

Chapter 15: A Very Gryffie Holiday: Into the Lion's Den

The house seemed quiet and deserted. The redhead let his eyes sweep over the familiar kitchen. The room itself still reminded him of the Burrow of his childhood, but the furniture and everything that had to be left behind had to be replaced after the war.

“Come in, no one’s here yet,” he said over his shoulder.

“Are you sure?” a female voice asked. A young woman hesitantly followed him in. She had brown hair, currently drawn back in a high ponytail, and her brown eyes took in her surroundings curiously, then she sought those of her companion.

“This is where you grew up?”

“It is,” he answered her. He turned around and hollered up the stairs.

“Mum? Dad? Anyone?”

“Percy!” The short, plump figure of his mother appeared in the doorway to the living room. Her eyes were treacherously moist; he suspected she had been reminiscing over old photos again. Percy felt himself enveloped in a huge bear hug. He patted his mother on the back, drawing back a little.

“So where is anyone?”

“I expect your brothers for dinner. I have already prepared little Victoire’s presents. Harry and Ginny are bringing Teddy, and Harry wanted to try and persuade Andromeda to come. She should really not be alone on a day like this. No, no one should.”

A little thump could be heard from the doorway, and Percy and his mother turned their heads toward it. Percy freed himself from the embrace, and stood straight again.

“Mum, this is Audrey, my …”

Molly Weasley needed to hear no more. She advanced on the young woman, and pulled her in for a hug, too.

“Welcome, Audrey! This is the first time Percy brought someone home! Come with me, I want to know everything! Percy, go outside and make sure your father is not in that shed again!”

Percy did as he was told, going through the events of the past days again.

He had woken up in his bed, alone. This would not have been unusual only some months ago, but now, Audrey was part of his life. That reminded him he would have to introduce her into the madhouse that was his family soon.

He caught a muffled sob from the direction of the bathroom in his tiny apartment.

Percy jumped up to look what was going on. Cursing, as he had almost collided with his desk and send his latest report on wizard demographics flying and hit his foot on the chair instead, he hobbled on one foot toward the bathroom.

And yes, he could hear her inside. He would have liked nothing better than to go back and pretend he hadn’t heard, but this was Audrey.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Go away!” she told him between sobs.

“Audrey, I’m coming in.”

He did, and found her with tears in her eyes. When he learned what had happened he took her into his arms, promising her everything would be alright.


“Are you sure about this?” the brown-haired girl asked. She had only a short white dress on, kept warm by a heating charm.

“Yes of course! If I’ve ever felt like being spontaneous, it’s now!”

“Okay, okay,” the girl answered him, now longer struggling to suppress her nervousness and excitement. “It’s so unlike you, but I’m certainly not complaining. Let’s go through with this.”

“Let’s,” he told her, before nicking a kiss, an open and happy smile on his face as he led her into the building.

Percy stopped short as he caught sight of his father, but Arthur Weasley was not inside the shed puttering away on some Muggle appliances, he was on his way back to the Burrow, his arms stacked high with presents.

“Hey Dad, Merry Christmas. Why didn’t you just levitate or banish them to the living room?” Percy greeted, turning on his heel to go beside his father. He quickly moved his wand, and the presents disappeared into thin air.

Arthur had an amused expression on his face. “Percy, the fact that I can use magic, is not reason enough to use it all the time. Besides, this is more fun.”

Percy rolled his eyes, but decided to let it slide for now. “Dad, could I just talk to …”

“Dad, Percy! Hurry up! Mum’s said we’re going to exchange gifts now!” Ron hollered from the backdoor, still in his coat and his hair covered in soot.

“And a Merry Christmas to you too, Ron,” Arthur chuckled to himself.

The next hours were filled with so much noise and talking and laughing that Percy found no opportunity to tell his great news.

Percy did not know whether to be annoyed at his siblings’ teasing, or just take it in stride. Bill had told him that he must have jinxed Audrey for her to give him the time of day. Even George had cracked some clever jokes.

As he looked around, Percy was struck with how much had changed in a few short years. It had been another Christmas, years ago, from what now seemed like another life, where he had stood there, arrogant and haughty, feeling so superior to this simple home and positive that he was doing the right thing.

He searched for a particular pair of eyes. Audrey seemed to connect well with everyone; he had no trouble imagining her as a part of it all. Victoire, a mere toddler, was sitting on her lap and telling stories only she could understand.


Audrey had the sweetest little girl on her lap; Victoire talked a mile per hour, and Audrey tried to follow what she said. She felt a pair of eyes on her. If she had known all those years ago that she would end up with him of all people …

It had been her first year. She had been to the library to look up some facts, without paying attention to the time. When finally Madam Pince shooed everyone out, she had been the only Hufflepuff left, and that meant she had to find back her way to the common room alone. Despite the fact that she had been at Hogwarts for three months already, she felt safer in company of others.

She was strolling along the corridor, recalling her schedule for the next day while at the same time keeping an eye out for her surroundings. Suddenly, she could not move anymore. Her bag and wand went flying and clattered noisily to the floor, and she would have fallen herself, but something kept her from hitting the ground. She just sank to the ground, as if sliding down a wall. By the dim light in this hall, she could not make out much, but as she was still in the middle of the hall, and no one else was around, she could not think of a reason. She tried to crawl over to where her things were scattered, but invisible bounds seemed to hold her in place.

“What the …?” she wondered aloud, her head swinging around as she tried to determine the reason for this.

She doubted anyone would come her way anytime soon, safe for maybe one of the professors. Or the ghosts. Finally, her eyes locked on something above her head. There, inconspicuous and innocent, hung a bunch of mistletoe. She blinked up at it. Of course she knew what supposedly broke a mistletoe’s spell, the girls of her house had gone on about that endlessly, while the boys had either scoffed about the whole deal or bragged about their ‘conquests’. But she didn’t want to kiss anyone. And who knew who would come along, and when.

She once again strained against the invisible bonds, trying to reach her wand. She gave up soon, for even if she had it back, she did not know a spell that could help.

She pricked her ears. Were those footsteps? Someone came in her direction.

“Don’t come closer,” she tried to warn whoever it was.

“Who’s there? It’s already past curfew!” a stiff voice answered her.

“Stop, you’re going to … get stuck.” She had tried to warn the stranger, but too late. A boy with short curly red hair was now close enough so she could see him. He also seemed to receive a shock, and patted himself to see what had caused it.

“What’s this? What did you do?” he accused her.

Audrey spluttered a little, indignant. Instead, she only pointed upwards.

“Uhuh,” his words mirrored her thoughts.

An awkward silence spread between them.

Finally, the boy, who she had seen around and whose badge indicated him as a Gryffindor, spoke again.

“Do you know what that means?” he asked stiffly. Audrey thought she could detect a hint of embarrassment, but she couldn’t be sure.

Audrey shuffled around a bit. Of course she did, but she didn’t especially feel eager. He was tall and spindly, and had a lot of freckles on his face. He looked flustered at the moment.

“Let’s just get this over with,” she rolled her eyes, stood on her tiptoes and gave him a peck on the cheek.

She turned to scoop up her things, and heard the boy stutter something about it being way after curfew, and then hurried footsteps that moved away from her.

She did not stop to wonder what he had done out after curfew for he was no older than a second year herself, and decided to put that awkward moment out of her mind. For the following years, she did just that, and made a point to stay away from who she found out was Percy Weasley.

She could still see that boy in him now, but he had certainly grown up. She smiled at him, missing Molly Weasley’s sharp eyes that went between her son and his companion.

But Percy noticed. He motioned for Audrey to come with him; she excused herself and joined him at the back window, from where they could overlook the snow-covered orchard.

“Are you ok? Sorry for them, that’s just how they are.”

“It’s ok. I wouldn’t expect anything less. When do you want to tell them?”

Percy started to reply, but he was cut off.

“Tell us what?” Ginny slipped in between them, and looked demandingly at her brother.

“Tell … uh, Ginny, how’s your training going? I wanted to take Audrey to one of your next games.

“You are trying to distract me,” Ginny said accusingly, but turned to Audrey to invite to her to the next Holyhead Harpies game.

Percy felt an arm drape over his head, and found himself in a headlock. “So, Percy, you can come clean now. How did you land that girl?” Charlie’s voice sounded muffled in his ears, but he could clearly hear Bill’s laughter.

They dragged him off outside, and while he struggled to free himself, the door opened and closed again.

“Did he confess already? I wanted to try out some new ideas!”

As much as Percy appreciated that George’s eyes held a resemblance to their old mischievousness, he would have preferred to get rid of the arm that strangled him.

“No he hasn’t,” Charlie answered his brother.

“Maybe you should let loose a little, give him the opportunity to answer,” Bill interjected, dryly.

Percy hastily gurgled his agreement, and gasped for air as he felt fresh air fill his lungs.

“So, how come you bring home a girl? And don’t think we didn’t hear Ginny just now!” Charlie nettled on.

“Yes, what did you want to tell us? Did you get promoted to big-head again?”

“William, Charles and George! Don’t annoy your brother! And now come in and wash your hands, dinner’s ready!” Molly called from the house.

Percy made a beeline for the door, still throwing glances over his shoulder to make sure he was not ambushed again. But he needn’t have worried, George packed his things up again and they skulked back to the Burrow on the trail through the snow.

Percy straightened his clothes and hair before he entered.

“What did you find out?” he heard Ron question his brothers. Ron was already sitting at the table, directing Harry and Ginny, who had just finished setting it up.

“Ron!” Ginny hissed.

Harry and Ron exchanged a look, but both of them looked expectantly behind him.

Percy rolled his eyes, flustered again. Would they ever change?

Audrey, Angelina and Hermione entered with Arthur Weasley in tow.

Dinner was lively and Percy was spared from any more pestering questions. Though, the teasing continued, as did the subtle and not so subtle questions and looks from his mother.

Finally, they had finished dessert.

Percy reached for Audrey’s hand, and felt her squeeze his hand.

He cleared his throat. “Mum, Dad, everyone. We need to tell you something.”

“We guessed as much. What is it, Percy?” his father asked.

“I – we … we’re married.”

Audrey averted her eyes, but took out her wand to disillusion the wedding band on her finger.

They were met with a round of surprised faces; that was definitely not what they had expected.

George audibly closed his mouth, reached over to lay a hand on Percy’s brow. “Seems normal. So no delusions there.”

“George!” Molly exclaimed. “You are married? What is that supposed to mean? You married, and no one was even there? Did I not raise you better?”

“Molly, let him explain. I’m sure he has his reasons. Don’t you, Percy?” Percy had to draw a breath to carry on. His father had talked sensibly with his mother, but the last question had a steely undertone he had come to fear. He opened his mouth to answer the question, but was interrupted.

“Why? Ouch!” Ron asked stupidly, then scowled at Hermione who was watching everything like a tennis match.

Percy felt his cheeks grow red. He looked to Audrey, but her eyes only told him that this was his job. He gulped once, then answered the question, that was not actually a question.

“Because you’re going to be aunts and uncles, and grandparents.”

This was met with yet another round of “What?”

Charlie composed himself first. “That’s classic! Percy would be the one to get a girl pregnant!”

Molly blew her nose. “Oh Percy! Why didn’t you … We would have come! Oh Audrey, welcome to the family!” Molly seemed to be torn between joy and offence, but hurried to hug her new daughter-in-law nonetheless. Percy let out a sigh of relief as his new wife was squeezed by his overzealous mother. Though he had been worried, he should have known better – Molly Weasley was never one to turn down one of her own.