Harry woke up, yawned and got out of bed. He was quite happily free from any nightmares for the moment and he was grateful for the peaceful nights rest. Quietly he changed into everyday wear, a blue long sleeve with jeans, and slipped into the living room. He knew it was early- probably seven or so, but it was still a habit he had. He looked at the calendar and grinned widely.

It. Was. Christmas.

Seeing how he didn't have any presents for either of his love-struck uncles, he wondered what Christmas-Spirit-Present he could give them. He had to think of something, it was Christmas after all and they'd already given him the best he had ever asked for- a family. They weren't much, they didn't have much, but they were still a family and it was all Harry could ask for and want.

Uncle Moony had taken him in and he'd believed him when half the wizarding population didn't. It took sharing the memories he had to the government of the wizarding world, the Ministry he believed they called it, to even get Sirius Black a trial. The past two weeks had been very emotionally confusing for Harry.

He'd watched Remus in shock, joy, rage, sorrow, regret, and multiple other emotions. He'd watched his uncle sob in tears of joy, rage, and pain. He'd watched both of them jump around for joy and collapse to the ground in tears.

Harry huffed quietly and turned around to head back down the hall. Whatever the case was with their emotions he would make something. Now just what that something was going to be- was the question he had to answer quickly. Slipping silently down the hall he peered into their shared bedroom to find both of them sound asleep next to each other.

Hadn't Remus said something about Sirius? What was it… Always thinking of something when he got up…

Food!

He'd make them breakfast in bed! He knew how to cook so it wouldn't be hard. Just what to make though? As silently as possible he slipped to the kitchen, grinning all the while. Maybe waffles or pancakes. They had the stuff for pancake batter.

Wait did they have chocolate chips? Yes. Yes they did. Chocolate Chip pancakes and milk for Christmas breakfast. Maybe if they had paper he could make them Christmas cards too!


As quietly as possible Harry brought the tray full off pancakes and two glasses of milk into their room, carefully trying to balance both plates and glasses without spilling or waking either of them up. They were, luckily, still both passed out. Eagerly Harry left the Pancakes and glasses on the dresser, placing both cards with their breakfast. He made sure both were still sleeping before he tiptoed to the door. Now how to wake them up before their food was cold? He could just say Merry Christmas and flee? Wouldn't that be a surprise!

Harry bit his lip to keep from giggling as he kept the door open a little bit. "Merry Christmas Uncle Moony! Merry Christmas Uncle Padfoot!" He shouted and shut the door, fleeing the room and shutting the door, racing into his bedroom, shutting the door, and flying into his bed. Giggling he hid under the covers to pretend he was asleep.


"Merry Christmas Uncle Moony! Merry Christmas Uncle Padfoot!" Remus woke with a start, blinking to adjust to the light. He noticed Sirius lying next to him, chuckling. Remus tilted his head. He stared at Sirius for a second before his brain woke up more and registered there was warm Chocolate chip pancakes somewhere. He looked about and found two plates of exactly that next to two glasses of milk and two hand-made Christmas cards that were obviously child's work.

"Moony, how exactly does Prongslet know how to cook?" Sirius asked, turning an amused gaze to him.

"Dursley's. The amusing thing is how I didn't wake up to any of that. He must have made some sort of sound or something doing that. I can wake up at barely any sound and yet I slept through all of that?" Remus chuckled and shook his head.

"I was just wondering that. I woke up to Prongslet sneaking in with the tray of food. He seemed quite proud of his work. We should go and find him."


Harry lay still giggling, curled into his blankets, waiting. He knew it would take a little while for his uncles to wake up so he was patiently hiding. He could only imagine their reactions to seeing their breakfast sitting right there for them! He was really proud of his work- he'd made their breakfast and hadn't burned anything and poured the milk, not spilling a single drop either. He'd made their cards and carried all of it on his own down the hall without spilling anything and managed to not wake them up and surprise them!

He heard the door open and he bit his lip to keep from giggling. He heard two sets of feet making their way towards the bed. He bit his lip harder, quivering as he tried his best to keep his laughter silent.

"Hmm. That breakfast looked good. Moony, do you suppose that the secret person who made the breakfast is even tastier then the pancakes?" He heard Padfoot say, sitting on the bed. He could hear his uncle's laughter from nearby.

"I suppose. How about we find out?"

Harry giggled as his cover was thrown away to reveal a grinning Padfoot and Remus.

"I'd say we should." With that remark Harry was sent into gales of laughter as their fingers attacked his stomach, ribs, feet, and knees.

"Paddy! Moony! Stop!"

The pair stopped and grinned at them. "Let's go enjoy Breakfast. Did you make yourself some Harry?"

"It's sitting in the kitchen, Uncle Moony. I was gonna eat when you guys woke up."