I know this is slightly late but it has been sat in my save box since before the festive season. I may or may not turn it into a broader fic with glimpses of the marauders later school years. It all depends on how well it does. Well that's enough from me. Enjoy!
I do not own HP or any of the characters.
The sandy haired boy gazed out of the frost covered window, down onto the grounds below. The entire school was coated with a blanket of white that was sparkling in the early winter light. With clear skies and a low mist rising from the lake, the yellow sky was hued with a tinge of pink as the watery sun gently rose. He huddled his head down further into his turtle necked sweater and once again took up his reading. He valued these rare moments of serenity before his other two dorm mates awoke. The pair had decided to stay at school over the festive season to keep him company while their fourth roommate had been given no choice but to travel home on the school train.
Remus glanced up from his book as Sirius turned over in his bed with a loud snore. The Marauders had started their sixth year at Hogwarts and were taking every opportunity to have fun between their O.W.L and N.E.W.T exam years. Remus had excelled in his O.W.L.S and was now studying hard for his last year of school, which is more than could be said for the rest of the small group of friends. So far that year alone they had pulled 36 pranks, breaking the record of 34 that the Prewitt twins had set the year before.
The dormitory fire cracked and Remus reluctantly started to move from his seat in the window when a house elf appeared with a crack of apparition. Even after five and a half years he still hadn't got used to having the elves there to everything for him. He settled back in his window ledge and watched with a smile as the elf added more logs to the small wood burner before disappearing with another crack. Remus started slightly when Sirius sat bolt upright in bed at the sudden sound.
"It's just a house elf." Remus said softly. Sirius whipped his head around to see his bookworm friend sat up on one of the large window ledges with a large tome in his lap. "The fire was getting low." Sirius sighed and ran a hand down his face and back through his long hair. "Go back to sleep if you like. It's still early and James isn't up yet."
"What time is it?" Sirius asked sleepily.
"Eight thirty. It's going to be a really nice day too. The sky looks quite clear this morning, although there may be a chill in the air." Remus's soothingly low voice drifted over to the older boy's bed, making him sleepy once more.
"Come here?" The Black asked softly; holding out his hand to his best friend. Remus smiled at the softly spoken request and closed his book, placing it on the window as he slid from his seat. He padded over to the older boy's bed, across the wooden floor in his socked feet and climbed under the covers, next to the boy. Sirius lay back down and wrapped his arms around Remus; relishing in the smaller boy's warmth and curling into his side. Remus chuckled as he felt the young Black snuggle close to him and snake his arms around his waist.
"Sleepy Padfoot." He soothed; running his hand through Sirius's long hair and allowing his long, nimble fingers to softly massage the boy's head. Sirius hummed in content and started to doze off again. Remus rested his head against his best friend's and allowed himself to drift off.