The fire of the fireplace crackled and the warm colors illuminated the room. The stone walls kept the heat and protected from the coolness of the Toussaint holidays.

The soft breaths of Sirius and you filled the quiet room. Rolled in the red covers with golden embroidery, you were against his torso, enjoying the feeling of comfort.

His hand wandered through your hair with a softness that he would surely not assume in front of everyone.

He had made the right choice to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays at the place returned to Grimmauld Place with his horrible parents. Here, even if James, Remus and Peter were not there for two weeks, he had you.