Mother's Day
Sirius' P.O.V.
Mother's Day. Back in Grimmauld Place, we celebrated with a stupid, sentimental gift from Reg, and a Gryffindor scarf from me. Then she screamed at me. Oh, the fun.
It's different at the Potter's. A couple of days before, Prongs made me buy a card, and some chocolate. He bought his own card, and a bracelet.
"How come I'm buying her a present?" I protest. "She's not my mum."
"Well, you're not sending one to your real mum, are you? And besides, my mum's as good as yours."
So I bought the present. That's it. She's not my mum, not matter how much Prongs likes to pretend she is.
So, understandably, I was annoyed – to say the very least – when Prongs woke me at seven in the morning.
"Come on Pads, we're making breakfast for Mum."
Sure. Wake me up ridiculously early for breakfast. But it was actually kinda worth it when Mum – um, I mean, Mrs Potter – came into the kitchen.
"This smells lovely," she gushes, taking an over-exaggerated sniff.
Prongs presses a plate into her hand, grinning. I hand her the gifts, smiling half-heartedly. She puts it all down, and gives us both a one-armed hug.
"My two favourite boys," she coos.
First time I've ever been called that.