The Burrow was alive with the warmth of the holiday season—decorations filled the space, the smell of Molly's cooking wafted through the air, & the sound of laughter echoed from every corner. The younger Weasleys, along with Harry, Ron, Hermione, & Ginny, had gathered around the kitchen table, excitement filling the room. The holiday cheer was palpable, but there was an undercurrent of something else.

At the far end of the kitchen, the members of the Order who had arrived earlier stood in quieter conversation. They knew what was coming. They knew who was coming.

Sirius was leaning against the doorframe, arms folded, a grin tugging at his lips. "You lot are in for a surprise," he muttered to Tonks, who looked up from her cup of tea with a raised brow. "They’re here"

Tonks’ smile faltered, her gaze drifting to the others in the room. "Do they know?" she asked.

"No, and I’m not sure that’s a good idea," Sirius replied. "It’s better to let them meet them first & get it over with."

The door creaked open, & in stepped the figure everyone had been speaking about in hushed tones. The room fell into a strange stillness, the atmosphere suddenly shifting. The younger Weasleys froze, all eyes on the newcomer—them.

It was impossible not to notice them. The room seemed to shrink as soon as they entered, the sheer weight of their presence turning every casual conversation into a whisper. Those who had worked alongside them for years didn’t need to meet them. But for the others, the tension was immediate.

Molly's smile wavered, but she greeted them with politeness. "Welcome to the Burrow." Her voice was steady, though her eyes flickered briefly with the familiar hint of concern.

Arthur was the first to speak in a softer tone, his voice light, but there was an edge of wariness there. "I’m glad you could join us for Christmas."

The younger kids exchanged uneasy glances, but Harry’s gaze was fixed on the figure, his curiosity piqued. There was something about the way everyone reacted—like they were watching a lion walk in.