The air at the Potter household felt different that night. Cozy, relaxed. The group of friends sat scattered around the living room, the faint sound of a record playing in the background. There was no wild music, no reckless antics—just the soft hum of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter.

Lily Evans, ever the keen observer, had brought her camera along. She wandered around, snapping candid photos of her friends. James, never one to shy away from attention, immediately struck a pose—fingers pointed like a gunslinger, a wink aimed directly at the camera. Peter chuckled at the sight but remained engrossed in his conversation with a couple of Ravenclaws who had tagged along.

Lily’s camera turned to the couch, where Sirius and Remus sat close together, the glow of the fire casting a warm light on their features. Remus, caught off guard by the lens aimed in his direction, instinctively turned his head away, his hand reaching up to cover his scars.

Sirius, however, wouldn’t have it. “Oi,” he whispered, gently grabbing Remus by the chin and turning his face back toward the camera. “None of that.”

“Don’t,” Remus murmured, his cheeks flushing.

But Sirius only grinned, pressing a kiss to Remus’s temple before holding his face in his hands. “I want the world to see how beautiful you are,” he said softly, his voice loud enough for only Remus to hear.

Click.

Lily snapped the picture, capturing a rare moment of vulnerability and affection between the two boys. She smiled behind the camera, knowing that this image would become one of her favorites.