Disclaimer: Thanks to the bad vibe surrounding the fine art of kidnapping,
I do not own Harry Potter. Why would you think so? Is it because my talent
matches J.k. Rowling's? No? Well, damn you then...
Before you read: This is a weird layout for a story. I wanted it to be a
short story, thus made the chapters short. Sorry!
Chapter One.
A sudden snort was the first tell-tale sign that someone was awake. They sat up from the duvet they had been entangled in, shook their head sleepily and crossed to the window. It was still dark. He reached out and flung open the window, shivering as the snow outside got whirled onto his bare chest. Someone else yelped. "Hey! Close the window!" squeaked Peter Pettigrew, ducking his head beneath his pillow. Sirius stretched and grinned, his eyes settling on the hulk of blankets that was James Potter. "Oh, hello Lily!" said Sirius loudly in James' ear. James sat bolt upright, his hand flying to his hair and hitting Sirius in the process. "Bloody hell, James!" growled Sirius, rubbing his nose. James rolled his eyes and stepped over Sirius to close the window, Peter in silent fits of laughter. It was Christmas Day and yet again, Remus was the first one up. Sirius, James and Peter grabbed their presents from the foot of their beds and went down to the common room. Infront of the fire, munching on what looked like fruitcake, was Remus. He was pale, with dark circles beneath his eyes, but he had some of his colour back; full moon wasn't for another two days. "'Lo," he said cheerily as everyone found seats near to the fire, "Sirius, do you really have to walk around like that?" Sirius shrugged and folded his arms across his chest huffily. "Merry Christmas guys!" Everyone spread their gifts among each other, as was their tradition, which started when James and Peter realised that they were the only ones getting more than two presents. Remus opened his first and looked at the card. "Pete, this is from you mum. She says that this was your dad's idea, not hers...oh. It's a model car..." "He's trying to make me into a "proper man"," replied Peter resentfully, and then tore his one open, "I got one from someone called Annabelle." Sirius yelped and snatched the present, half unwrapped, from Peter, who was looking very sly. Remus cocked an eyebrow. Sirius, who was attempting to cover up whatever was inside the present, looked innocent, "What?" he asked. James laughed. "Who's Annabelle?" Something cracked beneath Sirius' weight. He sighed and shook his head. Everyone laughed. Sirius' late-night escapades were well known to the others, though Sirius modestly always tried to deny it. They continued to open presents and swap them for others until the sun was well up and the smell of breakfast alerted their stomachs. James was the first to go up and get dressed, soon followed by Peter. Sirius got up, Remus didn't move, but stared transfixed into the fire. "Don't tell me that fruitcake filled you up?" joked Sirius, waving a hand infront of his friends weary face. Remus smiled. "Don't feel like eating. Go on! Annabelle might be waiting for y-ouch!" Sirius had punched Remus in the knee. He gave his friend a nasty grin, grabbed the remains of Annabelle's present and went upstairs. Remus returned to staring into the fire, his shoulders sagging beneath the weight he carried around all by himself every time his friends left the room...
A sudden snort was the first tell-tale sign that someone was awake. They sat up from the duvet they had been entangled in, shook their head sleepily and crossed to the window. It was still dark. He reached out and flung open the window, shivering as the snow outside got whirled onto his bare chest. Someone else yelped. "Hey! Close the window!" squeaked Peter Pettigrew, ducking his head beneath his pillow. Sirius stretched and grinned, his eyes settling on the hulk of blankets that was James Potter. "Oh, hello Lily!" said Sirius loudly in James' ear. James sat bolt upright, his hand flying to his hair and hitting Sirius in the process. "Bloody hell, James!" growled Sirius, rubbing his nose. James rolled his eyes and stepped over Sirius to close the window, Peter in silent fits of laughter. It was Christmas Day and yet again, Remus was the first one up. Sirius, James and Peter grabbed their presents from the foot of their beds and went down to the common room. Infront of the fire, munching on what looked like fruitcake, was Remus. He was pale, with dark circles beneath his eyes, but he had some of his colour back; full moon wasn't for another two days. "'Lo," he said cheerily as everyone found seats near to the fire, "Sirius, do you really have to walk around like that?" Sirius shrugged and folded his arms across his chest huffily. "Merry Christmas guys!" Everyone spread their gifts among each other, as was their tradition, which started when James and Peter realised that they were the only ones getting more than two presents. Remus opened his first and looked at the card. "Pete, this is from you mum. She says that this was your dad's idea, not hers...oh. It's a model car..." "He's trying to make me into a "proper man"," replied Peter resentfully, and then tore his one open, "I got one from someone called Annabelle." Sirius yelped and snatched the present, half unwrapped, from Peter, who was looking very sly. Remus cocked an eyebrow. Sirius, who was attempting to cover up whatever was inside the present, looked innocent, "What?" he asked. James laughed. "Who's Annabelle?" Something cracked beneath Sirius' weight. He sighed and shook his head. Everyone laughed. Sirius' late-night escapades were well known to the others, though Sirius modestly always tried to deny it. They continued to open presents and swap them for others until the sun was well up and the smell of breakfast alerted their stomachs. James was the first to go up and get dressed, soon followed by Peter. Sirius got up, Remus didn't move, but stared transfixed into the fire. "Don't tell me that fruitcake filled you up?" joked Sirius, waving a hand infront of his friends weary face. Remus smiled. "Don't feel like eating. Go on! Annabelle might be waiting for y-ouch!" Sirius had punched Remus in the knee. He gave his friend a nasty grin, grabbed the remains of Annabelle's present and went upstairs. Remus returned to staring into the fire, his shoulders sagging beneath the weight he carried around all by himself every time his friends left the room...