Sirius couldn't help the soft smile that formed on his face. He had always adored the idea of having a perfect Christmas. Sure, it wasn't completely perfect, but Sirius believed that this was the closest he was going to get and he'd take it with stride.

This year it was him and Remus...along with the addition of a three year old Harry. The toddler was babbling about and playing with a bauble, oblivious to any harm or hurt the world could bring. And Sirius was determined to keep it that way for as long as possible.

The idea of being a parent was dumbfounding, especially being a parent with Remus. The two had gladly taken Harry in after the...unfortunate incident with James and Lily. Luckily, Sirius had been found innocent and was let free by the Ministry.

He and Remus had decided to make it official and gotten married a year later. Now it was Black-Lupin, although Sirius preferred to only being called 'Mr. Lupin.' The two had renovated a small cottage in France, although they often made trips to Remus's parents in Wales.

Right then, Sirius was sat on the floor, keeping Harry entertained. They had decorated their home festively, respectfully putting up stockings for James and Lily, because the two didn't want Harry to forget his origins.