|Hearts of Ten
Author: My Dear Professor McGonagall PM
24 couples; 1 day; 10 years; 10 drabbles. First place in Addicted-to-Sugar-Quills' One Day Competition.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 24 - Words: 26,296 - Reviews: 473 - Favs: 92 - Follows: 41 - Updated: 10-31-11 - Published: 09-29-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7423898
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"Oh, dear, I've forgotten the drinks."
"I'll go, Mum," Oliver said quickly, giving Alicia a significant look. "Al, come help?"
"Sure," said Alicia, glancing at her parents, who were laughing with Mr. and Mrs. Wood by the Christmas tree.
As soon as they were alone, Oliver hugged Alicia close, kissing her forehead. "How bad is it, really?"
Alicia sighed. "She's ruined Hogwarts, Oliver, honestly—I don't know what I'm going to do about N.E.W.T.s, I can't stop worrying that Fred and George are about to be thrown out…if it weren't for Quidditch…" She hugged him tighter. "I'm glad I'm home."
"I know we said no gifts," said Alicia. "But I really wanted to get you this—since yours got broken in…in the war." She thrust a package into Oliver's lap. His jaw dropped.
"Alicia," he said, picking it up.
"Just open it, Oliver!" Alicia said excitedly, beaming.
Oliver laughed, untying the ribbons around the present, and lifted the lid to reveal a handsome gold watch, ornately decorated with silver stars and moons. "Oh, Al," he said.
"Do you like it?" she asked, her eyes shining with tears.
Oliver swallowed a lump in his throat. "It's wonderful. And you're even better."
"You don't have to get me anything," Alicia insisted, shivering. Oliver had dragged her out onto her parents' porch, though it was beginning to snow.
"No, I…I needed this for you," Oliver told her. He held up a tiny silver envelope. "Hold out your hand."
Alicia smiled confusedly, but complied. Oliver opened the envelope and turned it upside down over the fingers of her left hand. A fine, silvery dust spilled out.
Alicia frowned. "Oliver, what…?"
"Your mum taught me this charm. Look," he said gently.
Alicia looked down, and gasped. On her finger sat a beautiful, sparkling diamond ring.
"First Christmas, Andrew," Alicia cooed, cuddling her seven-week-old son.
"Let's see what you've got, mister," Oliver said, unwrapping a box to reveal a plushy, fluffy Quaffle.
Alicia laughed. "Where did you find that?"
"Quality Quidditch Supplies," Oliver said matter-of-factly. He held up the ball, grinning, and Andrew reached one tiny hand for it.
"It's bigger than he is," Alicia said, shaking her head. "Oh, he likes it…" She sighed. "Three years, it took. And here he is."
Oliver nodded, stroking Andrew's soft hair as he slobbered on his toy. "He was worth the wait."
"Absolutely," Alicia whispered, blinking back tears.
"Wow!" Andrew said, utterly shocked as he unwrapped a toy broomstick.
Oliver laughed, putting an arm around Alicia. "You excited, Andrew?" he asked. All Andrew could do was gape at the box. Oliver snorted, shaking his head.
"My turn," Alicia said, smiling nervously. "I have a present for Daddy…but the Healer says it won't be here until July…"
"July?" Oliver frowned.
"I've been tired for a reason," Alicia said softly, moving a hand to her stomach. "They don't know how it's possible…but…I'm going to have another baby, Oliver."
Until that day, Alicia had never seen her husband burst into tears.
Oliver helped Alicia onto the couch, where she waved her wand to Summon a blanket, while he went to fetch Alivia. Alicia had very nearly died having their daughter, and though her health was improving slowly, she still wasn't quite back to herself.
"There she is," Alicia chirped, as Oliver brought her the baby.
"Incoming," he warned, as Andrew came scrambling onto the sofa.
"Happy Kwissmas!" he cried jubilantly, snuggling down between his parents.
Alicia laughed. "Happy Christmas, baby."
"Happy Kwissmas, Alivia," Andrew said, very gently patting the baby's head and beaming up at Alicia, whose eyes filled with tears.
"Liv, come help me in the kitchen," Alicia called to the sitting room. Alivia, thirteen years old now, walked in, watching as Alicia pointed her wand at a cauldron on the stove, which immediately began to bubble.
"What d'you need?" Alivia asked, washing her hands.
"Peel those potatoes, then mash them, okay?" Alicia asked, kissing the top of her head. She stopped, looking at Alivia's face. "Something wrong?"
"I'm okay," Alivia said defensively.
Alicia nodded, turning her back slightly. "All right," she said casually. She waited for the space of a few heartbeats.
"Alexander hasn't written," Alivia mumbled at last.
Alicia lay on the sofa beneath a blanket; she'd caught the flu, as she often did this time of year, though it bothered her to be sick for Christmas. She smiled as Alivia and Andrew sat down.
"One present each, tonight," Alicia said hoarsely, as Oliver sat beside her.
"Wait," Alivia said. "Mum, Daddy and Andrew and I have something for you, first."
Oliver helped Alicia sit up so that she could open the small green box. Inside was a necklace, with three engraved charms: Oliver, Andrew, and Alivia.
"Oh, Merlin." Alicia put a hand to her chest. "It's beautiful."
One of Alicia's increasingly frequent stays in St. Mungo's happened on Christmas Eve, and although she would be discharged the next day, Alicia was quite upset. Oliver stayed with her all day, trying to make her feel better, with little success.
"Al," he said finally, releasing her hand and reaching into his pocket, "I think you should have your one special Christmas Eve gift. It's for your necklace." He placed something small and silver in her hand. "There's no name, yet, but…a spell can fix that."
"Who—whose baby?" Alicia asked breathlessly.
"Jane's," Oliver said. "We're going to be great-grandparents."
Alicia held her sleeping great-granddaughter—named Alicia—as she lay against Oliver on the sofa in their parlor.
"Merlin, she's beautiful," Angelina said, admiring the baby. Alicia beamed; in addition to her children and grandchildren, George, Angelina, Seamus, and Katie had come for Christmas.
"She looks like Oliver," Alicia laughed, stroking the baby's soft cheek.
"Poor kid," Oliver said, kissing the top of his wife's head gently. She smiled, resting against him, and gazed fondly at the crowd of people she loved.
It was her last Christmas, but it stayed in Alicia's heart as the most magical she ever had.
That's it everybody! Happy Halloween (with a Christmas set...)
Battle of Hogwarts fic is upcoming. If I forgot anyone with all these pairings, or you just want to see one, let me know! (Canon or widely-accepted fanon only, though!)
Love you all!