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Sorry this is a bit short, I'm literally on the verge of just falling asleep rn so....

It had been five years since that fateful Halloween, the day that Harry Potter had lost his parents, his family. In the meantime, however, he had been well taken care of. Who by, you may ask? Well, his Moony and Pads, of course.

Though it had been hard at first, Remus and Sirius had, even when they were struggling with their own grief, raised Harry as best they could. This chapter brings us to 5 AM on Christmas Day, snow gathered on the windowsill as Harry ran downstairs.
"Moony! Pads! It's Christmas! Come on! It's present time!"

Only half a second later, Sirius came bounding round the corner, followed by Remus. The werewolf was nursing a cup of coffee in his hands, trying to stay awake. Sirius wore his favourite jumper, an oversized one that went to his knees. On the front of the rust-coloured knitting were the words:

'You are my sunshine.'

Harry grinned. He loved that song. Remus sang it to him sometimes when he couldn't sleep. He always fell asleep halfway through anyway. Harry turned his attention back to the pair in front of him and the large Christmas tree. Sirius had gone all out this year, buying ornaments galore, as well as an unhealthy amount of tinsel. Seriously, that man was insane...

Remus sat on the sofa, the cushions' crimson colours matching the warm fire burning brightly in the hearth. Sirius leant against his fiancé, his head on the other man's shoulder. Harry smiled. They really were perfect for each other.

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If you liked this, it'd mean the world to me if you checked out my other book 'Bound By Scales: A Dark Trio Story'