Title: Christmas Time Alone
Author: Perca alannalover
Feedback: Yes please
Summary: Sirius thinks of the last Christmas he had with Lily and James. Harry looks at a photo of his parents on Christmas.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters
Spoilers: Nope.
Pairing: Hinted Sirius/Remus and James/Lily
Warnings: Hinted Slash
Beta'd: IndigoNight
Author's Note: This is the first of hopefully twelve oneshots by me for the twelve days leading up to Christmas each one will be with a different fandom and on Christmas Eve I'll be posting a fic with a Christmas song in it or as a songfic for each fandom.
ENJOY!
It must have been about that time again, the time for merry making, for family and friends. But not in the wizard prison. In Azkaban it was agony as always. But one prisoner, Sirius Black, was more miserable than normal.
Sirius was thinking of the Christmas before he had been imprisoned, when he had friends to spend it with. Lily's high laughter still rang in his head, James' happy smile as he watched his wife, and of course the newest Potter, Harry how tiny he was. Then there was Remus, how happy they had been, but now his lover though he had betrayed their friends and would most likely never want to talk to him again.
But Sirius tried to focus on the happy things. How half way through dinner Harry had apparently decided that the adults were boring and had started throwing his baby food at them. At first they had all been mad but after a minute had realized just how funny it was and had started laughing.
Sirius smiled remembering how they had all smelled of that stuff for days after.
And there was how clear the love bond between James and Lily had been, in the way they looked at each other, the way they looked at Harry, it had said more then their words ever could. Of course all the photos of that day had been destroyed when James and Lily had died, all but one that Sirius had had where he had been living then. But that was lost to, if anybody ever found it they would throw it away, and if it never was found it would just gather dust where Sirius had hidden under his mattress.
Thousands of miles away a tiny, black haired boy sat alone on his makeshift bed in the cupboard he called a room. Harry Potter clutched in his hand the one picture he had of his parents. There were two other men in the picture that Harry didn't know. One was skinny with straggly hair, the other was tall and handsome he was holding a baby that Harry was sure was him.
The group was cover in what looked like baby food and there was a Christmas tree in the back round the only thing that told Harry that this picture was taken around Christmas time.
'Maybe one of the other men,' Harry always used to think, 'will find me and take me away from this place.' But they never came and never would.