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Christmas at the Potters; Harry's first.

The joy in the room was infectious. Wrapping paper lay strewn about the floor surrounding the many gifts exchanged. James had received that new Quidditch book from Sirius, a new pair of glasses from his wife along with a watch with her and Harry's picture in it (which was by far his favorite), a photo album from Remus, and a cloak from Peter. Lily had received a locket from James with his and Harry's picture in it which she wore around her neck, an advanced book of charms from Remus, a similar cloak to which James had gotten from Peter, and from Sirius she had gotten a necklace with the letter M on the chain for Marauders, since it had been decided that she was officially a Marauder now. But as much as James and Lily appreciated their gifts from their friends, it was Harry who'd been spoiled.

Harry had received a My First Flying Broomstick as well as a plushy quaffle since everyone had agreed that he was going to be a chaser. He had gotten several Quidditch bedtime stories and also one about a friendly werewolf from Remus since James and Lily eventually had to tell Harry about his uncle Moony's "furry little problem." He'd also gotten a plushy dog, stag, rat and wolf, all of which were sitting at his feet as he was playing with the wrapping paper. At five months, he was just starting to sit up, but with all of these toys around, no one could fathom why he was choosing to play with the wrapping paper. He was also given a My First Wand that just blew brightly colored sparks when it was shaken and a basic spell book for when he was older from Remus.

It had been a very successful Christmas at the Potters. Sirius and Peter had both shown up wearing a Santa Claus costume with their bag of gifts slung over their shoulder, and were both surprised when they came in and saw the other one wearing it, much to everyone else's amusement. Now, all four best friends were trying to win Harry's attention with dazzling shows of their wands, but Harry was content just playing with the wrapping paper, and gave neither his father, nor his friends, any of his attention, which was just making them try harder.

Lily stood in the kitchen watching and laughing at her boys and starting to prepare Christmas dinner, which knowing her cooking was sure to be a feast. She fingered her locket as she cooked, occasionally opening it all the way in order to look at her husband and son smiling back at her; the two most important people in her world.

Around three thirty, Harry started whining a little bit, wanting to be fed. So, Lily took him and sat in the dining room to give him his bottle while James, Sirius, Remus and Peter stayed in the living room to talk.

"Remember all of the Christmas' at Hogwarts?" asked Sirius. James grinned wildly.

"How could we forget," he exclaimed. "Our seventh year you almost blew up the Christmas tree."

"And in our third year, during the feast you managed to sneak those snakes onto all of the Slytherin's plates," Remus chimed in, and shook his head. "How did you manage to get that past the house elves, anyway?" James laughed loudly.

"That, Moony," he explained, "is a secret that cannot be divulged, for Sirius and I made a pact. Didn't we, Padfoot? Or should I start calling you Padfoo' now, seeing as how Harry likes it so much?"

"That is Harry's special nickname for me, and no one but him may call me by that name," Sirius growled, completely serious. "And yes Moony, Jamsey and I did make a pact that we must never give that information to anyone, not even a fellow marauder. Tis one of our greatest accomplishments, and we wish for it to remain a mystery." Remus rolled his eyes as Lily walked into the room with a smiling Harry in her arms.

"You guys are so weird," she said, smacking Sirius lightly on the back of the head.

"Oy!" Sirius exclaimed. "What was that for?"

"Don't you know?" James exclaimed. "That's how she shows affection." That earned him a glare and a smack from his wife. Wincing, James held up his arms and said, "See!"

Lily sighed and handed Harry off to James, who immediately began to make faces at his son to try and make him laugh. However it was Sirius, Remus and Peter who were laughing.

"You know, James," Sirius chuckled. "One of these days, your face is going to freeze like that, and then it won't be just Harry who's laughing." James apparently didn't hear what Sirius had said and looked up at him, still making a face for Harry.

"What?" he asked. His eyes were wide open, he was cross-eyed, and his lips were puckered with his mouth rounded into an O. The other three men were rolling on the floor laughing, and Lily's hand was covering her mouth as she was failing to suppress her own laughter. James' face returned to normal.

"What was so funny?" he asked. Lily patted his shoulder.

"Nothing sweetheart," she said. "Nothing at all.

At 5 o'clock, dinner was ready. Lily and the boys made their way into the extravagant dining room and sat at the table. Harry was sitting in his highchair, which had been brought in from the kitchen.

Dinner was much quieter than earlier that day. There wasn't much talk, and when they were talking, it was complimenting Lily's cooking or business about the order and the upcoming war.

After dinner, the four best friends said goodbye to each other and to Harry and Lily and each of them flooed out, each promising they'd be back in a few days for the new year. As soon as they were gone, and Harry was put to bed, James wrapped his arms around Lily from behind and kissed her neck, pulling her onto the couch.

"Merry Christmas Lily," James said, now kissing her hair. Lily nestled up against him.

"Merry Christmas James," Lily whispered back.