The Christmas dinner with the Potters has been going great until...

"Oh, yeah, I remember one time me and Theo accidentally made a love potion instead of a calming one," Fleamont laughed. Theo, Theodore, was your dad. He and your mom passed a long time ago; you don't remember much from that day. Still, weirdly, that sentence hurt. Someone knew your dad, and you never got the chance to.

You laughed it off, of course. You weren't the one to ruin a Christmas dinner.

"Hey. Those are not good for you," Sirius said quietly at the sight of you smoking out of the window in your guest room. He came up behind you and wrapped his hands around your waist.

"How are you feeling?" He asked quietly. "And don't try to deny it. I know what Fleamont said upset you."