It's Christmas! I had to write something to celebrate!
Disclaimer: Nope, in a sudden bout of Christmas spirits JKR didn't spontaneously decide to hand over the rights to Harry Potter to me.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light.
From now on,
Our troubles will be out of sight
The Wizarding Wireless played the merry little Muggle tune loudly in the room shared by the Marauders and Frank Longbottom, who were all dancing and singing to it, badly, in a fit of Christmas spirit. Sirius Black was screaming the lyrics like a maniac.
"Merlin, Padfoot, you sound like a banshee!" His best friend, James Potter, laughed.
Remus Lupin had dropped his usually calm demeanor for that of a small child and was swaying to the tune with James as he, too, sang the Christmas song merrily with no particular talent. The room the five shared was littered with present wrappings and empty butterbeer bottles, the beds covered in the gifts received by their respective owners.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yuletide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.
Ignored were the presents on Peter Pettigrew's bed as the boy who slept there and Frank Longbottom danced wildly in a manner that didn't match the song at all. It was an amusing yet heartwarming scene-- five friends enjoying Christmas, throwing aside their troubles for the day. Indeed, looking at them, it was impossible to tell they had troubles at all as they screamed or sang or dance together.
Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.
Later that day the same five friends were outside, bundled up in warmer clothing and charming snowballs to hit each other. With a magnificent flourish of his wand, Remus built a sturdy fort. He soon vanished inside it and quickly beat his friends down with a flurry of snowballs.
"I give in! I give in!" shrieked Sirius as snow pelted his head. It stopped and he lowered his arms, snow crusting his hair.
James and Peter were still valiantly attempting to take Remus down, hiding behind a small wall and chucking snow towards their well-protected werewolf friend. All of the boy's efforts were focused on Peter and James, so he failed to notice Frank and Sirius sneaking up on him with a net they had conjured.
Soon they were all lying in the snow and laughing, the kind of laughing that comes from genuinely enjoying yourself with people you sincerely like.
"I'm c-cold," shivered Peter. They were all covered in snow, which had seeped into their clothes.
"H-hot chocolate," said Frank, rubbing his arms and shuddering.
"The f-fire in the common r-room." Remus said desperately to his friends.
"Warm," moaned Sirius.
"I'll never be w-warm again!" muttered a soaked James.
A mere ten minutes later the five could be found in front of a joyfully crackling fire, sipping hot cocoa and sighing contentedly.
Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough,
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.
James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and Frank Longbottom were sleeping peacefully in their owns beds. From the blissful looks on their young faces, no one could have guessed that they were in the middle of a war that had been tearing friends and families apart for six years now. No one could have told that soon their problems would return.
But none of this mattered to the friends.
They had each other.
Have a very Merry Christmas, my friends. The best to you all.