Missed ya!
Heya! A Christmas fic with Remus/Sirius raising little Harry! It’s a welcome home for my darling friend el spamola (So happy I have you back hun!).
“I was thinking”
“I hate it when you start a sentence like that-prompts me to sweat with worry!” smirks Sirius, cheeky grin quickly wiped clean of his face, as Remus gives him the glare of doom.
Sighing, Padfoot relents, not that he has much choice.
“Sorry love, you were saying?”
“I was, before you rudely interrupted!” said Remus, scowling.
“Awwww, come on love. It’s Christmas! Grumpy Moony, are you playing Scrooge again?” Sirius barks out a laugh at his own (pathetic) attempt at a joke.
They’re both putting up the Christmas decorations while Harry is in bed, it’ll be a lovely surprise for him in the morning. At least that was the plan.
Remus is getting increasingly irritated, not only at the ‘easy to assemble-no hassle’ Christmas tree, (easy my arse, thought Remus) but also at his good-for-nothing husband, who believes himself helping by wrapping tinsel around his head (like a halo Moony!) and drinking Brandy. Bastard.
“Look Sirius, will you stop playing with the bloody Fairy, get your arse over here and hold these lights for me!”
Wandering over to Remus and taking the lights from his outstretched hands, Sirius plants a chaste kiss on Moonys lips. A sure way to calm a harassed Moony down.
Trying desperately hard not to and failing miserably, Moony feels a smile creep on to his face.
Damn him for being a charming git!
“Rocking around the christmas tree!” loud and clear, Sirius sings exuberantly, dropping the lights, grabbing Moony around the waist and twirling like a mad man on drugs.
“Shut up you idiot! You’ll wake the baby!” warns Remus, voice full of threat, but his eyes fail to conceal his amusement at the look on his crazy lover’s face.
Can’t help loving the twat!
“He’s asleep love”
“Won’t be for long with this racket. Sirius stop! If he wakes up, I’ll personally make sure you sleep for a very long time!”
Sirius stops dancing and looks at Remus with that wicked grin playing around his delicious full lips. With one arm still wrapped around Moonys waist, he leans in closer and whispers:
“Love it when you threaten me Moony, so sexy” he winks, prompting Remus to let go of the giggle he had been unaware he was holding in.
Wrapping his arms around the daft buggers neck, Remus thinks now he could at least say what was on his mind earlier, while he has the drunks attention.
“Do you think it would be nice to take Harry to see the muggle Santa in town tomorrow?”
Sirius looks surprised. Obviously discussing Santa was Not what he had in mind.
“Um… I guess so. Don’t they have one in Diagon Alley though?” asks a clearly distracted Sirius. Fair enough really, Moony has just run one hand down Sirius spine, settling his hand on that firm bum.
“Yes, but he attracts too much attention there. It’s not good for him”
Pressing firmly against Sirius, Remus can’t resist a naughty grin: Sirius is quite obviously hard and looking into his face, Remus notices that hungry ‘I want you now’ look glistening in Padfoot’s beautiful grey eyes.
“True. Okay. Um… We’ll take… Somewhere. Where again?” Padfoot asks, clearly beyond holding an innocent trail of thought, much to Remus’ delight.
“To the muggle toy store, to see Santa Claus” said Remus, determined to keep his voice even.
“Alright. Fine with me. Moony?”
“Yes Padfoot?” he asks, lightly stroking that firm arse, giving it a quick squeeze.
“Can you please stop teasing me now and just kiss me already?”
“Gladly”
It was half past three in the morning before the tree was properly assembled watching over a sleeping Moony and Padfoot on the couch.
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Well I suppose I only have myself to blame.
Sighing inwardly, from the exceptionally long cue he is standing in with the other parents who had thought taking their children to see a silly bugger dressed in red was a Clever Idea (bollocks!) Remus watched tiredly as an excited five year old Harry and an equally over excited twenty five year old Sirius, ran around the toy store, yelling at the top of their not-so-quiet lungs whenever they had made a new ‘discovery’.
“MOONY! Look, Moony look!” cried little Harry, running over to Remus, waving what appeared to be (disturbingly) some kind of doll above his head.
“It’s called a Barbie doll Moony! She’s lovely, can I keep her, can I?” grinning, Harry places Barbie into a very shocked Moonys hand.
“Can I?” repeats Harry.
“Um…”
“Nah Harry, you want This!” Sirius said, stepping into line beside Remus, who turns to look into Sirius delighted face, to the c.d player in his hand.
“Wow. What’s that Padfoot?” asks an interested Harry, eyes wide as saucers at Sirius ‘discovery’.
“It’s something to do with music” he replies brightly.
“Not much gets past you” mutters Remus, dryly.
Sirius throws him a scathing look.
“Harry, it is called a c.d player, it plays music for you to listen to, but it’s also easily breakable and not something for a five year old” said Remus, putting particular emphasis on not!
“But I want one Moony!”
“Thought you wanted a Barbie?”
“You’re not seriously encouraging him on getting that thing are you Moony?”
“But I want one of those instead!”
“No Harry and yes Sirius! I’d much rather he wanted a plastic not so easily damaged blonde doll, than an overly expensive music player thing, of which he will eventually grow tired of, just like the unfortunate Barbie and all his other toys!” stopping for breath, Remus looked into the shocked faces of Harry and Sirius, who had scooped Harry up into his arms and immediately felt guilty for his outburst.
It’s Christmas Eve and I’m scolding? I should be jolly and merry and all those other cheerful words. My poor boys didn’t deserve that!
“Harry go and play with the other children in the play pit, until it’s your turn to see Santa” said Sirius, placing a nervous Harry to the ground. Excitement flaring once more, Harry eagerly bounces off over to the play pit and begins demolishing the building block castle, built earlier by some other bored youngster.
“What’s wrong love?”
Guilt squirmed deep in Remus’ tummy, it might be near the full moon, but his perfect little family deserve better treatment than having him ranting at them!
And Sirius, my lovely Sirius, always caring, always concerned.
“I’m sorry love, with it being Christmas Eve, nearing the full moon and the store is packed, so much noise. Kind of getting to me I guess. I’m sorry” mumbled Remus, bowing his head in shame.
“Love, it’s alright. I understand. Look, we’re nearly at the front of the line. Harry can meet Santa, then we can go home, get you comfy cosy on the couch, I’ll get Harry to bed, then wrap Santa’s many gifts. Sound good to you?” he asks gently, lowering his voice in the hope it’ll ease Remus’ sensitive ears.
God, I love this man so much.
Remus wanted to kiss this man, this brilliant man, whom he adored. Sadly it was to open, so he settled for giving Sirius his special smile, the one that Sirius claims makes him Moonys puppy dog sex slave.
“Sounds perfect love”
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“Finally! Harry come here, it’s your turn to see Santa” said Remus, relieved to be leaving the cue and soon to be home. Tea was needed, badly!
“YAY!” this came from Harry.
“Thank fuck” this from Sirius.
“Sirius will you please watch your language! Harry is standing right next to you!” scolded Remus, most displeased.
“Sorry love” muttered Sirius.
Leading little Harry in to Santa’s grotto, Remus could not suppress the bubbles of happiness that glowed inside him at the look of awe of Harry’s face. The wait was worth it!
Not waiting for any invite whatsoever, Harry leapt onto Santa’s knee and began babbling his endless Christmas list, trying to speak without vital oxygen.
“It’s called a c.d player- Daddy” he points directly at Remus for good measure “says I can’t get one- he says they’re not for five year olds- but I’ll be six in July” he adds, hopefully.
Santa, who had earlier been reduced to giggles, laughs loudly at this; Sirius chuckles appreciatively, even Remus smiles despite himself.
“Well I’ll see what I can do young man” said Santa, eyes twinkling as he looks at Harry.
“Thanks Santa. But Santa, shouldn’t you be at the north pole right now? You need to feed the reindeer!” said Harry, panic evident in his voice.
“Don’t you worry yourself Harry, my elves are taking care of everything” giggles Santa.
“Phew. Don’t want them to get hungry… I’ll leave them some carrots, I promise!” he adds, as an afterthought.
“Well thank you Harry, they love carrots! May I have some cookies too?” whispers Santa, conspiratorially.
“Are you sure you need them Santa?” asks Harry, innocently, eyeing Santa’s waistline.
Remus blushes, mortified! Not only at Harry’s blatantly cheeky question, but also at Sirius, who is currently wheezing with laughter, shoulders shaking up and down.
Santa is simply stunned.
“Harry! You don’t say things like that to Santa!” came Remus reproving voice.
“But I didn’t say anything bad!” huffs Harry, clearly confused at the adults different responses to his simply question.
“No, no, it’s quite alright” said Santa, recovering from his initial shock at having his weight surmised by a five year old kid.
Remus decided now would be the best time to evacuate the premises. Glancing briefly at Sirius, making sure he had regained composure, Remus walked over to pick Harry up and save Santa and himself from further embarrassment.
Poor old sod, needs to find a job where excited kids are not involved!
“Time to go now Harry, Santa has other boys and girls to see, say thank you to Santa luv” he say’s, looking down at his little boy, who cocks his head to the side, apparently thinking, then looks up to meet Remus’ eyes.
“But he hasn’t got me my toys yet Daddy. I think I’ll thank him tomorrow, when I get them” Harry replies, decided.
Both Santa and Sirius find this statement highly amusing, but apparently Remus does not.
“Manners Harry Potter? He asks, annoyance etched firmly in his voice. Clever Harry decides to play it safe…
“Sorry Daddy- thanks Santa!” he says, huggling Santa around his jolly (fat) belly.
“No problem at all lad, now you be a good boy alright?” amusement still ringing clear in Santa’s voice.
“I promise” Harry replies, looking like an angel- all innocence and sweetness. Remus crumbles. He’s just too cute to stay angry with!
“Bye Harry-Merry Christmas”
Picking Harry up, Remus reaches out a hand to shake Santa’s. Edging out of the grotto, Harry calls back over Remus’ shoulder:
“Don’t forget my c.d player!”
“Harry!”
“Sorry…”
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After a lovely dinner, curtsy of the Master Chef Sirius Black; some much needed tea and a one too many mince pies; a once tired Moony, had developed into an all new exhausted Moony- though apparently his fatigue was nothing compared to Harry’s, who as Remus watched, was flopped out on top of Sirius chest, today’s excitement finally burnt out, making whuffling noises as he slept soundly.
Standing in the doorway between the dining room and the living room, Remus admired his lovely little family bathed in the twinkling fairly lights decorating the Christmas tree.
I’m one lucky man! And also a grumpy git! They’re mine and oh how I adore them.
Noticing that he is being watched, Sirius looks up into Moony’s face and smiles.
“Still have one arm free love- if you want it?” said Sirius, raising his arm for proof.
Smiling back at the man he loves in all the world, Remus wanders wearily over to the couch and gently-so as not to wake the baby-lowers himself into Sirius arm, rests his aching head on that beloved shoulder, and receives a tender kiss on top of his golden brown hair.
“Sorry for being such a misery guts today darling” mumbles Remus, sleepily.
“Don’t mention it love. I understand, and believe it or not, Harry does too” Sirius squeezes his shoulder comfortingly.
“I’m so lucky” whispers Remus, burrowing deeper into Sirius arm.
“Me too love, me too”
Drifting off into sleep, Remus is rudely jerked awake by a worrying thought… Presents!
“Sirius, we’ve forgot to wrap the pressies!” panic rippling through him, Harry will be awake no doubt in a few hours.
“Relax love, all taken care of, they’re wrapping, elegantly I might add, as we speak in our bedroom” Remus can feel Sirius cocky smirk.
“Well done” he admits, proudly.
Almost asleep once more, Remus, suddenly groans loudly.
“What now love?” asks Sirius, voice hazy with tiredness.
“The bloody c.d player. I forgot it!” whines Remus.
“Ahh… And you thought I’d forget? Nope. It’s probably wrapped neatly by now too. They don’t call me a genius for nothing you know!”
“Yes love, but you named yourself a genius.” Said Remus, relaxing back into what was hopefully his last and successful attempt at peaceful sleep.
“Same difference. They all think it.” Sirius replies, knowingly.
“Sirius?”
“Hmmm?”
“I love you”
“Love you Remus- Merry Christmas”
“I was thinking”
“I hate it when you start a sentence like that-prompts me to sweat with worry!” smirks Sirius, cheeky grin quickly wiped clean of his face, as Remus gives him the glare of doom.
Sighing, Padfoot relents, not that he has much choice.
“Sorry love, you were saying?”
“I was, before you rudely interrupted!” said Remus, scowling.
“Awwww, come on love. It’s Christmas! Grumpy Moony, are you playing Scrooge again?” Sirius barks out a laugh at his own (pathetic) attempt at a joke.
They’re both putting up the Christmas decorations while Harry is in bed, it’ll be a lovely surprise for him in the morning. At least that was the plan.
Remus is getting increasingly irritated, not only at the ‘easy to assemble-no hassle’ Christmas tree, (easy my arse, thought Remus) but also at his good-for-nothing husband, who believes himself helping by wrapping tinsel around his head (like a halo Moony!) and drinking Brandy. Bastard.
“Look Sirius, will you stop playing with the bloody Fairy, get your arse over here and hold these lights for me!”
Wandering over to Remus and taking the lights from his outstretched hands, Sirius plants a chaste kiss on Moonys lips. A sure way to calm a harassed Moony down.
Trying desperately hard not to and failing miserably, Moony feels a smile creep on to his face.
Damn him for being a charming git!
“Rocking around the christmas tree!” loud and clear, Sirius sings exuberantly, dropping the lights, grabbing Moony around the waist and twirling like a mad man on drugs.
“Shut up you idiot! You’ll wake the baby!” warns Remus, voice full of threat, but his eyes fail to conceal his amusement at the look on his crazy lover’s face.
Can’t help loving the twat!
“He’s asleep love”
“Won’t be for long with this racket. Sirius stop! If he wakes up, I’ll personally make sure you sleep for a very long time!”
Sirius stops dancing and looks at Remus with that wicked grin playing around his delicious full lips. With one arm still wrapped around Moonys waist, he leans in closer and whispers:
“Love it when you threaten me Moony, so sexy” he winks, prompting Remus to let go of the giggle he had been unaware he was holding in.
Wrapping his arms around the daft buggers neck, Remus thinks now he could at least say what was on his mind earlier, while he has the drunks attention.
“Do you think it would be nice to take Harry to see the muggle Santa in town tomorrow?”
Sirius looks surprised. Obviously discussing Santa was Not what he had in mind.
“Um… I guess so. Don’t they have one in Diagon Alley though?” asks a clearly distracted Sirius. Fair enough really, Moony has just run one hand down Sirius spine, settling his hand on that firm bum.
“Yes, but he attracts too much attention there. It’s not good for him”
Pressing firmly against Sirius, Remus can’t resist a naughty grin: Sirius is quite obviously hard and looking into his face, Remus notices that hungry ‘I want you now’ look glistening in Padfoot’s beautiful grey eyes.
“True. Okay. Um… We’ll take… Somewhere. Where again?” Padfoot asks, clearly beyond holding an innocent trail of thought, much to Remus’ delight.
“To the muggle toy store, to see Santa Claus” said Remus, determined to keep his voice even.
“Alright. Fine with me. Moony?”
“Yes Padfoot?” he asks, lightly stroking that firm arse, giving it a quick squeeze.
“Can you please stop teasing me now and just kiss me already?”
“Gladly”
It was half past three in the morning before the tree was properly assembled watching over a sleeping Moony and Padfoot on the couch.
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Well I suppose I only have myself to blame.
Sighing inwardly, from the exceptionally long cue he is standing in with the other parents who had thought taking their children to see a silly bugger dressed in red was a Clever Idea (bollocks!) Remus watched tiredly as an excited five year old Harry and an equally over excited twenty five year old Sirius, ran around the toy store, yelling at the top of their not-so-quiet lungs whenever they had made a new ‘discovery’.
“MOONY! Look, Moony look!” cried little Harry, running over to Remus, waving what appeared to be (disturbingly) some kind of doll above his head.
“It’s called a Barbie doll Moony! She’s lovely, can I keep her, can I?” grinning, Harry places Barbie into a very shocked Moonys hand.
“Can I?” repeats Harry.
“Um…”
“Nah Harry, you want This!” Sirius said, stepping into line beside Remus, who turns to look into Sirius delighted face, to the c.d player in his hand.
“Wow. What’s that Padfoot?” asks an interested Harry, eyes wide as saucers at Sirius ‘discovery’.
“It’s something to do with music” he replies brightly.
“Not much gets past you” mutters Remus, dryly.
Sirius throws him a scathing look.
“Harry, it is called a c.d player, it plays music for you to listen to, but it’s also easily breakable and not something for a five year old” said Remus, putting particular emphasis on not!
“But I want one Moony!”
“Thought you wanted a Barbie?”
“You’re not seriously encouraging him on getting that thing are you Moony?”
“But I want one of those instead!”
“No Harry and yes Sirius! I’d much rather he wanted a plastic not so easily damaged blonde doll, than an overly expensive music player thing, of which he will eventually grow tired of, just like the unfortunate Barbie and all his other toys!” stopping for breath, Remus looked into the shocked faces of Harry and Sirius, who had scooped Harry up into his arms and immediately felt guilty for his outburst.
It’s Christmas Eve and I’m scolding? I should be jolly and merry and all those other cheerful words. My poor boys didn’t deserve that!
“Harry go and play with the other children in the play pit, until it’s your turn to see Santa” said Sirius, placing a nervous Harry to the ground. Excitement flaring once more, Harry eagerly bounces off over to the play pit and begins demolishing the building block castle, built earlier by some other bored youngster.
“What’s wrong love?”
Guilt squirmed deep in Remus’ tummy, it might be near the full moon, but his perfect little family deserve better treatment than having him ranting at them!
And Sirius, my lovely Sirius, always caring, always concerned.
“I’m sorry love, with it being Christmas Eve, nearing the full moon and the store is packed, so much noise. Kind of getting to me I guess. I’m sorry” mumbled Remus, bowing his head in shame.
“Love, it’s alright. I understand. Look, we’re nearly at the front of the line. Harry can meet Santa, then we can go home, get you comfy cosy on the couch, I’ll get Harry to bed, then wrap Santa’s many gifts. Sound good to you?” he asks gently, lowering his voice in the hope it’ll ease Remus’ sensitive ears.
God, I love this man so much.
Remus wanted to kiss this man, this brilliant man, whom he adored. Sadly it was to open, so he settled for giving Sirius his special smile, the one that Sirius claims makes him Moonys puppy dog sex slave.
“Sounds perfect love”
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“Finally! Harry come here, it’s your turn to see Santa” said Remus, relieved to be leaving the cue and soon to be home. Tea was needed, badly!
“YAY!” this came from Harry.
“Thank fuck” this from Sirius.
“Sirius will you please watch your language! Harry is standing right next to you!” scolded Remus, most displeased.
“Sorry love” muttered Sirius.
Leading little Harry in to Santa’s grotto, Remus could not suppress the bubbles of happiness that glowed inside him at the look of awe of Harry’s face. The wait was worth it!
Not waiting for any invite whatsoever, Harry leapt onto Santa’s knee and began babbling his endless Christmas list, trying to speak without vital oxygen.
“It’s called a c.d player- Daddy” he points directly at Remus for good measure “says I can’t get one- he says they’re not for five year olds- but I’ll be six in July” he adds, hopefully.
Santa, who had earlier been reduced to giggles, laughs loudly at this; Sirius chuckles appreciatively, even Remus smiles despite himself.
“Well I’ll see what I can do young man” said Santa, eyes twinkling as he looks at Harry.
“Thanks Santa. But Santa, shouldn’t you be at the north pole right now? You need to feed the reindeer!” said Harry, panic evident in his voice.
“Don’t you worry yourself Harry, my elves are taking care of everything” giggles Santa.
“Phew. Don’t want them to get hungry… I’ll leave them some carrots, I promise!” he adds, as an afterthought.
“Well thank you Harry, they love carrots! May I have some cookies too?” whispers Santa, conspiratorially.
“Are you sure you need them Santa?” asks Harry, innocently, eyeing Santa’s waistline.
Remus blushes, mortified! Not only at Harry’s blatantly cheeky question, but also at Sirius, who is currently wheezing with laughter, shoulders shaking up and down.
Santa is simply stunned.
“Harry! You don’t say things like that to Santa!” came Remus reproving voice.
“But I didn’t say anything bad!” huffs Harry, clearly confused at the adults different responses to his simply question.
“No, no, it’s quite alright” said Santa, recovering from his initial shock at having his weight surmised by a five year old kid.
Remus decided now would be the best time to evacuate the premises. Glancing briefly at Sirius, making sure he had regained composure, Remus walked over to pick Harry up and save Santa and himself from further embarrassment.
Poor old sod, needs to find a job where excited kids are not involved!
“Time to go now Harry, Santa has other boys and girls to see, say thank you to Santa luv” he say’s, looking down at his little boy, who cocks his head to the side, apparently thinking, then looks up to meet Remus’ eyes.
“But he hasn’t got me my toys yet Daddy. I think I’ll thank him tomorrow, when I get them” Harry replies, decided.
Both Santa and Sirius find this statement highly amusing, but apparently Remus does not.
“Manners Harry Potter? He asks, annoyance etched firmly in his voice. Clever Harry decides to play it safe…
“Sorry Daddy- thanks Santa!” he says, huggling Santa around his jolly (fat) belly.
“No problem at all lad, now you be a good boy alright?” amusement still ringing clear in Santa’s voice.
“I promise” Harry replies, looking like an angel- all innocence and sweetness. Remus crumbles. He’s just too cute to stay angry with!
“Bye Harry-Merry Christmas”
Picking Harry up, Remus reaches out a hand to shake Santa’s. Edging out of the grotto, Harry calls back over Remus’ shoulder:
“Don’t forget my c.d player!”
“Harry!”
“Sorry…”
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After a lovely dinner, curtsy of the Master Chef Sirius Black; some much needed tea and a one too many mince pies; a once tired Moony, had developed into an all new exhausted Moony- though apparently his fatigue was nothing compared to Harry’s, who as Remus watched, was flopped out on top of Sirius chest, today’s excitement finally burnt out, making whuffling noises as he slept soundly.
Standing in the doorway between the dining room and the living room, Remus admired his lovely little family bathed in the twinkling fairly lights decorating the Christmas tree.
I’m one lucky man! And also a grumpy git! They’re mine and oh how I adore them.
Noticing that he is being watched, Sirius looks up into Moony’s face and smiles.
“Still have one arm free love- if you want it?” said Sirius, raising his arm for proof.
Smiling back at the man he loves in all the world, Remus wanders wearily over to the couch and gently-so as not to wake the baby-lowers himself into Sirius arm, rests his aching head on that beloved shoulder, and receives a tender kiss on top of his golden brown hair.
“Sorry for being such a misery guts today darling” mumbles Remus, sleepily.
“Don’t mention it love. I understand, and believe it or not, Harry does too” Sirius squeezes his shoulder comfortingly.
“I’m so lucky” whispers Remus, burrowing deeper into Sirius arm.
“Me too love, me too”
Drifting off into sleep, Remus is rudely jerked awake by a worrying thought… Presents!
“Sirius, we’ve forgot to wrap the pressies!” panic rippling through him, Harry will be awake no doubt in a few hours.
“Relax love, all taken care of, they’re wrapping, elegantly I might add, as we speak in our bedroom” Remus can feel Sirius cocky smirk.
“Well done” he admits, proudly.
Almost asleep once more, Remus, suddenly groans loudly.
“What now love?” asks Sirius, voice hazy with tiredness.
“The bloody c.d player. I forgot it!” whines Remus.
“Ahh… And you thought I’d forget? Nope. It’s probably wrapped neatly by now too. They don’t call me a genius for nothing you know!”
“Yes love, but you named yourself a genius.” Said Remus, relaxing back into what was hopefully his last and successful attempt at peaceful sleep.
“Same difference. They all think it.” Sirius replies, knowingly.
“Sirius?”
“Hmmm?”
“I love you”
“Love you Remus- Merry Christmas”