The most festive day of the year finally graced Grimmauld Place. And it couldn't have been at a better time. Sirius had been convinced by the Weasleys that Christmas was not a time to be scowling at Kreacher and drinking wine until he couldn't walk straight. For Harry's sake, the man decided that he would get into the Christmas spirit. His godson hadn't been particularly happy since the snake attack he was sure he caused somehow. Sirius decided that he'd work his Marauder magic. And what better way than to do that by wearing an amusing Christmas hat that had Father Christmas's head on it. He even switched out his wine for a glass of eggnog. He sung carols in a jolly tone to which had caused Kreacher to curl up in his den under the sink in the kitchen. Sirius had never been so jolly and it gave the cold and dark home that extra piece of festivity.

Everyone gathered at the dining table in the kitchen in their dressing gowns and slippers. The snow had layered the streets of London and the chill flowed into the house regardless of its disillusion charm. Luckily, Molly had cast a heating charm over the room and the combination of the hot chocolate and waffles made everyone forget that it was minus twenty degrees outside.

"We'll do presents first and then we'll head off to discharge Arthur from the hospital," Molly announced as she grabbed the gifts from under the tiny Christmas tree that sat in the corner. She had been in much happier mood since the news of Arthur being able to come home for Christmas. "Oh and Blair, I've got yours upstairs so you can come up with me to get it."

"Why isn't hers under the tree?" George asked suspiciously, taking the orange-papered gift from his mother.

"I just..." Molly started but then waved her hand dismissively when she gave Ginny her present. "Don't worry yourself, Fred-"

"George."

"Don't wait for us! Blair, come with me upstairs," the woman motioned for the girl to follow her and she stood from her chair while being partially suspicious. Blair stuffed her hands into the pockets of her black dressing gown and left the kitchen with Mrs Weasley.

The stairs were in sight and Blair was under the impression that they'd climb them to reach the next floor, but Molly stopped her by smiling and crouching down to take the package that was sitting in the corner of the hallway. She held it in both hands and turned to the girl, her eyes suddenly teary and her smile tight.

"This is yours," her voice cracked and Blair was now confused and worried.

"Is it that awful that it's worth tears?" she joked, taking the surprisingly soft gift into her hands. But she stopped her giggles when Molly continued to display her watery smile. "What's wrong, Molly? Have I done something?"

"You've done nothing bad, dear," she spluttered."Nothing bad at all."

The sound of Blair's slippers shuffling against the floorboard filled the hallway that was otherwise silent, the faint voices of everyone in the kitchen slipping into the combination. The faint padding of Jasper's paws could be heard from the floors above, randomly zooming from spotting a mouse or trying to run Kreacher out of the room. Blair was starting to hear a faint ring from the silence and the tears that had slipped out of Molly's eyes were causing a deep ache in her chest.

"Your potion... your potion, Blair, I presented it at the last Order meeting," the woman started, reaching out to put her hand against the girl's arm. She wasn't sure if it was to keep her standing or if she was trying to be intimate during her words. Regardless of these possibilities, it caused Blair to be even more worried. The thought of the Order hearing about her spontaneous concoction and finding that it was worthy of a cell in Azkaban, was corrupting Blair's mind and causing her to prepare to grab Jasper and sprint out of the house.

"You saved Arthur, Blair. Your potion healed him completely. T-There's not even a scratch on him!"

"O-Oh. That's a-amazing!"

"Isn't it just?! The nurses were astonished and asked what Arthur had done! We were able to say that those blasted Muggle stitches he begged for actually worked! Even Severus said it was a miracle that such a potion could have been made!"

"Severus?! You mean Professor Snape?!" Blair cried and gripped the present in her tense fingers. Surely the man wouldn't be ecstatic from hearing about the potion his stolen ingredients had made.

"Oh yes, he wanted me to tell you that you should have asked to use his ingredients from his office," Molly rushed, wiping at her tears. "But he says that such a potion couldn't have been made without his-oh what was it he said? Elite ingredients?"

"Y-Yes, that sounds like him," she gulped and shifted her gaze to a mouldy corner of the hall.

"I just wanted to say thank you," Molly squeezed her arm with a choke in her throat. Blair's nerves relaxed at the firm grip Molly had on her arm but it wasn't intended to hurt. "I-I don't think Arthur would have survived if I hadn't given him your potion. The Order wants to talk to you about it and everything! I can't thank you enough, dear. You truly are our saviour. You and Harry alike."

She was pulled into a tight hug from the Weasley and felt her dressing gown become sodden with tears. Blair had lost count on how many times she had been caught in one of Molly's famous hugs that she knew had been passed down to all of her children. Every time Blair embraced one of the Weasleys, a burst of warmth spread through her body and had somehow changed her view on not being the embracing type. She now longed for those hugs that George was known for dishing out and she liked to refer to him as 'cuddly', no matter how feminine and cute the word was.

"I'm a mess," Molly sniffled as she pulled away, wiping at her cheeks and eyes. She sighed before putting on her usual smile and pointed down at the gift still unopened in Blair's hands. "I do hope you like that. I know it's not much but I hope you know that we are so grateful for all you've done for this family. Even if you might not realise it, but you are so appreciated here, dear."

She was left in the hallway after Molly headed back into the kitchen and could be heard telling her children to clean up their plates as if she hadn't just been balling down Blair's back. The paper around the squishy object rustled as she started to mindlessly pull at it, still thinking about the absurdity that had just happened. Her potion had gotten far more attention than she could have ever imagined. The entirety of Hogwarts seemed to praise her as some heroic potioneer while the Order of the Phoenix wanted to speak to her about it. When had she become so relevant?

The rustling of wrapping paper stopped and the feeling of wool touched her fingers. She looked down and saw a black knitted jumper with a large capital 'B' on the front. The lining around the sleeves and the neck hole were of a beige tint, matching the colour of the letter that stood out against the black. The jumper blurred as tears glazed her irises and she sniffled loudly to stop them from leaking down her cheeks. She had never received a Christmas present before and the first being one that had been knitted personally by Molly Weasley made the world blur around her.

"It's a strange feeling, isn't it?"

Blair lifted her head and met the gaze of Harry, who stood in front of the kitchen door with a burnt orange scarf in his hands. The boy stood with a small smile on his lips and stared at her with a look in his eyes that was identical to the one in Molly's. Harry knew what it was like to be alone, only then to be accepted wholesomely by these redheads he had only ever seen from afar.

"Suddenly being cared for and included, I mean," he continued, glancing down at the black jumper.

"It is. But I like it. I love it..." Blair nodded and held the material close to her chest, feeling every stitch and piece of wool that had been made especially for her.

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St. Mungos had a strong smell of antiseptic and the earthy stench of wormwood. The halls were white yet bustling with patients, nursers and healers heading to and from rooms. The Weasleys, Harry and Blair stuck out as the swarm of ginger and dashes of black made a loud commotion as they headed to Arthur's room. Fred and George were continuously pushing each other and Tonks was changing her features to rouse a laugh from Ron and Ginny. Bill, who had come home for Christmas and to look into getting a desk job, chatted with Harry. Molly fussed over Blair's new jumper that fit her perfectly and continuously pulled at the collar that she was sure was itching her.

"I knew you'd only like black. George suggested blue but I thought it'd be safer," Molly rambled, the clan moving to the animal attack vicinity behind her.

"I love it, Molly. Thank you," she beamed and successfully kept her returning tears at bay, making Molly leave the collar alone.

"It looks cute on you," George butted in, stumbling away from his twin who had just pushed him across the hall. "So cute, I even wore mine so we could match!"

He lifted his coat from the hem and underneath sat the royal blue sweater with the classic 'G' in the middle. Blair held in her laugh as Fred groaned in embarrassment, some of the nurses giggling at the sight of the adorable matching attire. George grinned and lowered his coat, his arm sliding around Blair's middle and pulling her close to his side. He had been thrilled to see Blair walk down the stairs back at Grimmauld Place with his classic family emblem covering her torso. He had at least six sitting in his trunk from previous Christmases and always wanted to introduce her into the tradition of Weasley sweater. Although, he'd much prefer lending one of his to Blair instead.

"Now no overwhelming him. Your father is still quite weak," Molly shushed her children as they stopped in front of her husband's room. "One of you might need to get a wheelchair for him-"

"No need for a chair with wheels, my dear Molly!"

Arthur Weasley stood in the doorway wearing his green robes and looking as good as new. The bandages that once covered his body were gone and replaced with unmarked skin. He stood tall with his fists on his hips and smiling widely at his wife who pressed her lips together in an attempt to silence the retort that was brewing inside of her.

"Dad! You look... great!" Ginny cried and hugged his torso, being enveloped by her father's arms that had no issue with stretching around her.

"I've never felt better! All because of that splendid potion you made, Blair!" Arthur cheered, grinning wide that was seen frequently in Ron, George and Charlie specifically. He walked forward and nodded down at the girl, his eyes flickering down to the jumper that meant more than meets the eye.

"Welcome to the family, dear!"

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The rest of Christmas Day was spent in the living room with a warm welcoming for Arthur. Sirius greeted the man like he was a brother and made sure that he was comfortable in an armchair. The fireplace was lit and the Christmas lights were glowing from every corner of the room. Kreacher had been sent to his den by Sirius after he had tried to wrap the tinsel around Jasper's neck, only just being saved by Harry who handed the feline to Blair. The cat was now settled on the window sill against the snow that had piled up against the glass, snoozing away the holiday undisturbed.

"This is delicious, dear!" Arthur mumbled through his mouthful of apple pie.

"Isn't it just?" the woman beamed, putting another slice on to Sirius's plate who thanked her excitedly.

"I've never had a Christmas like this before," Harry mumbled from next to Blair. She turned to him with a grin.

"Me neither."