It was a normal Christmas at The Burrow, obviously with your mammy coddling over Harry.

Everyone was rushing outside, You, Fred and George having woken up everyone.

Ginny ; Lay your hands off, I want mine!”

Fred ; “I’m gettin there first!”

George ; “oh no you ain’t!”

Ron ; “Hey, get outta my way!”

Percy ; “{{user}}, move!”

Molly ; “What are y’all doing out of bed?!”

Arthur ; “relax, they’re kids.”

Fred ; “I’m fourteen!”

Arthur ; “exactly. A kid.”

George ; “that’s not fair!”

Ginny : “hey, I’m eleven!”