The thing that I love the most out of all the Harry Potter books is the relationships between Godfathers and Godsons. Mainly because SIRIUS BLACK. HE IS THE BEST. THAT IS ALL.

Siriusly tho. *du dum tsssh* I solemnly swear that is the first and last time I do that pun.

I'm taking some liberties with cannon, especially about Teddy Remus, who will come in the next chapter, I promise. Well, actually, disregard "Nineteen Years Later" because in this universe, some crappy stuff happened between the Final Battle and that day. THERE SHALL BE ANGST. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

This has been done more times than I can count, but never to my satisfaction. Well you know what they say. If you want it done right…

Time period! Set between St. Mungos and Christmas. The gang's all at Grimmauld. Sirius is disgustingly cheerful. Harry is happy *gasp!*

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Tinsel spilled out of the box above him and covered his face. "Sirius!" he whined playfully, as his godfather laughed at the sight of his godson, covered in tinsel. Sirius hopped down off of the ladder and tried to help Harry untangle the silver mess from around his head. "Really, Sirius, my hair's ridiculous enough."

Sirius snorted. "Too right it is. The number of things I saw Lily do to try to make James look presentable…" Harry tried to flatten his hair again.

"Hey, but the tree looks nice, right? I mean, it's been a while since I decorated a tree and-"

"It looks great, Sirius. I mean it. I'm just glad I get to see you for Christmas." Harry blushed slightly and looked down at those words. It wasn't often that he said emotional things of that nature, but he knew how much Sirius appreciated it.

Sirius slung an arm around his godson's shoulders. "Come on, Harry, let's go get some lunch, it's noon, and I'm starving!"

They walked to the kitchen, where the Weasley children were all congregated, and Harry said, "You're always starving, Sirius. I swear, between you and Ron-"

"Oi! Watch it, you!" Sirius mock shoved at Harry, who dashed in amongst the red heads to escape.

Lunch was a long, noisy, messy affair, with everyone present gorging on leftovers from the week's Order meetings. Ginny and Hermione were off a little to themselves, talking about girly things, Fred and George were brainstorming about how to make the most money possible by making Umbridge the most miserable possible, and Ron was building a house of cards with a pack of Exploding Snap cards, trying to build it as tall as possible before the whole thing blew up. Sirius and Harry were leaning back in their chairs, full and sleepy and having no plans to move in the nearby future. Harry looked at his guardian. It was so strange, their relationship—the oddest mix of father, brother, and friend. But Harry wouldn't have it any other way.

Sirius and Harry fell into a companionable silence. It was nice, just being there, with him, no pressure, no Order, no Umbrige to get in the way. Harry wondered if this was what it was going to be like if—when—Sirius's name was cleared. Moving in with Sirius wou—Harry squashed that thought quickly. No need getting his hopes up over something that would not probably not happen until he left Hogwarts. Staying at Grimmauld Place was nice, but he kept it firmly in his mind that he would definitely be returning to the Dursley's house in the summer. Yay.

Hermione stood and asked, "Sirius?"

Sirius raised his sleepy eyelids to look at the fifth year girl. "Yeah?"

"I was just wondering, is the library safe to use?" Everone stared at her disbelievingly. " I just have this translation for Ancient Runes to do over the Christmas hols, and when we first cleaned, I saw this book in there and it looked lovely and there's probably so much to see in there, you know old pure-blood families, and-"

Sirius cut her off with a snort. "D'you know, that's the first thing that Remus did when we all went to the Potter home?"

Harry's ears pricked up at the name Potter. "Really? My grandparents had a library?"

Everyone was listening now. "Oh yeah," Sirius said with a far-away expression on his face, "most old families did, the Blacks, the Potters, the Malfoys. Anyway, when your dad let out that little piece to half-blooded Remus, you should have seen it. He was more excited than a goblin in a gold mine. So what were we supposed to do, if not to booby-trap every book about Defense in there during dinner the first night of summer?"

Harry leaned forward. "What happened?"

"Well, the poor, innocent, Remus wasn't too happy when he opened the first book on his list—the guy made a list!—and all he could see was-" Sirius was grinning openly now, relishing in the kids' obvious enjoyment at their ex-Professor's expense.

But he was cut off by a glowering "Finish that story Sirius; I'll enlist Severus to curse you."

Sirius Black was nothing if not brave. He had to be, to survive the type of life he had led. Very few things ever scared him, and most of them involved Harry and danger (which meant he was scared quite often, but still). To his greatest shame, when he turned to face the doorway and was met with the sight of an angry, glowering werewolf, he might have maybe been just a little bit terrified.

Not that he would ever show it, of course. Sirius quickly tamped it down, and cried "Remus! Don't you want to tell them what happened next? Or about how red your poor little face got when Dorea Potter caught you with a stack of The Wicked Witch?"

All the kids in the room were laughing uproariously, and none more than Fred and George Weasley. Remus looked a bit embarrassed for a moment, but then smoothly slid into a seat next to Sirius. "Oh, yes, that was a bit of an embarrassing moment, but after I explained what happened, you and James had to explain to Mr. Charlus where you got them in the first place."

Sirius flushed dark red at that, and, seeing his godson laughing in his face, cuffed Harry lightly around the ear, muttering about "bratty godsons who need to show some respect."

"Anyway," Hermione said loudly with an air of long-suffering, "do you think I could use the library?"

Sirius stopped messing about for a moment. "Sure, just be careful. Use common sense, and anything that looks too Dark, don't touch it and call me or Remus."

"Thanks, Sirius!" And with that, she dashed out of the room.

"Blimey," Ron said, "she never lays off, does she."

"Any moment not spent learning, is a moment wasted, in her opinion," Harry said.

Sirius nudged Remus in the ribs sharply, and they began to swap stories of their Hogwarts days, with the current students hanging from their words.

"Good times, right Moony?" Sirius said with a sigh.

"Mr. Moony concurs with Mr. Padfoot's astute observation," agreed Remus.

The twins gaped. "Did they-?"

"I think-"

"But it can't-"

"No-"

"They're not-"

Remus raised an eyebrow at the pair. "What are we not, now?"

"The Marauders!" they exclaimed in tandem.

Sirius and Remus looked at each other for a long moment, and then burst into laughter. "I'm sorry, Fred, George," said Sirius, wiping his eyes, "We were meaning to tell you both about that a long time ago."

Fred cried, "So you actually are?"

The older men both bowed in their chairs. "Mr. Padfoot, at your service."

"And Mr. Moony, at your service."

And here they spoke together. "Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief Makers. We solemnly swear we are up to no good." Sirius and Remus began to laugh again from the looks on the twins' faces.

They rounded on Harry. "You knew about this!"

"We gave you the map!" cried Fred.

George looked agonized, "You've betrayed us."

Harry held up a hand against the assault. "Hey, when I found out, Sirius was still a murderer to you two! It's not like I could have very well have told you then."

With glowering looks, they said together, "You are dead to us." They two red-headed twins, ignoring Harry's spluttering excuses, turned to the two Marauders, and, with stars in their eyes, they said "Teach us!"

And they did.

Almost an hour later, the residents of Number 12, Grimmauld Place were still in the kitchen listening to the Marauder's Greatest Hits. There were some moments where Sirius or Remus would get overwhelmed in the memories, and get a bit lost in their grief for James and Lily, and there were times when Harry would ask questions about his dad in a small quiet voice that made everyone in the room pause for a moment, but the majority of the conversation was spent in fits of mirth.

Harry just sat back in his chair, thinking, Today is a good day. He could imagine his life like this with Sirius, once they finally cleared his name.

Of course that's when, upstairs, Hermione let out a blood curdling scream.

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Cliffhanger mwahaha!

Do you think I made Sirius and Harry a bit too mushy? Because this is how I see them, if they ever got some quality bonding time. CURSE YOU JK ROWLING!

Also, if there are any British Betas out there who would be willing to Brit-Pick my stuffs, I would be grateful. I tried to be British (like 'Christmas hols' instead of 'Christmas vacation') but it's hard to catch all the stuff. And I KNOW I screwed some of the spellings up. I still don't understand why there is a 'u' in color. Completely unnecessary. Lol.

I LOOOOOOVE reader ideas and requests! Maybe if you want some little cute thing between Future!Harry and Teddy, or something angsty from Sirius, or whatever, leave it in a review and I'll seriously consider it. Good Lord, I never knew how exhausting it was to avoid that stupid pun!