A/N: Thanks for reading & reviewing! I'm hoping this part's slightly better than the last one!

Sirius wrote to Remus first thing in the morning. They hadn't gone to bed, he had made Harry toast for breakfast, and had made a mental note to buy a cookbook, then they had played exploding snap until the sun began to rise. Harry, who had been insistent he wasn't tired, had asked to go out and play, Sirius, however, could tell that he was dead on his feet and told him they would go out after lunch. They had spent an hour or so playing catch in the drawing room with James' quaffle, destroying a number of Black family heirlooms. Sirius had thoroughly enjoyed the experience, although Kreacher had appeared every time something was smashed and burst into tears. Eventually Sirius had sent the house elf upstairs, telling him they didn't want to be disturbed. Harry had sat down at a large desk in the corner of the room whilst Sirius went to get them something to drink, and when his godfather returned the small boy had fallen asleep, his head resting on the dark wooden bureau in front of him.

Sirius had waited impatiently for Remus' reply, he had put Harry to bed and had been wandering around the house aimlessly since sending Prongs the owl out with the letter. He had found Kreacher in what had been his mother's bedroom, lying under the bed and mumbling insults. Sirius had pulled him out by his leg and told him to stay out of the bedrooms. He wished he could get rid of him, and in fact he probably could have, were it not that Kreacher would probably die of shock at the presentation of clothes, he would have handed them to him the second he arrived. He thought perhaps one day he might find some use for him, maybe having Harry about would soften him slightly. Although he severely doubted it; Kreacher had been just as vile when Sirius was a child.

Suddenly there was a loud bang from downstairs, followed by his mother's screams. Sirius raced down the staircases, two steps at a time, and jumped over the balcony at the bottom, forcing the curtain across his mother as quickly as possible, desperate not to wake Harry. When the portrait had silenced he looked around to see what had caused the noise. He jumped when he heard a voice behind him.

"Is he okay Padfoot?"

"Moony! You scared the life out of me!"

"I don't think I did, Sirius, you're still here. Still ugly as ever."

"Looked in a mirror lately have you, Mr Moony?"

"Not quite as often as you, Mr Padfoot." Sirius laughed. They had taunted him at school for his vanity. He was so carelessly handsome that he couldn't help knowing it, and as a teenager his head often needed deflating. James, of course, was just as bad, but even he didn't spend hours in front of the mirror, nor did he take over half an hour to choose what clothes to wear under his robes on weekends.

Remus, who had never been remotely vain, continued to tease Sirius now, even though his obsession with his appearance had faded. He still looked handsome with little or no effort, but it didn't matter to him as much any more. His eyes still bore the darkness they had four years ago, giving the impression they belonged to a man much older than Sirius' twenty five years, his hair was slightly longer than it had been when he was younger, it had been cropped short for many years but was now far past his ears, Sirius found little time to concentrate on his appearance with a five year old running round, he often said it was like having a blender without a lid. Remus always laughed at this, it brought back memories.

The marauders had visited Remus in the summer after their fourth year, and as his mother was a muggle the house was filled with muggle appliances, all of which his friends found fascinating. Sirius and James had particularly loved the blender, the concept of which they described as nothing less than brilliant, and had, just to see what would happen, filled it with strawberries and turned it on without the lid. Needless to say Remus' mother wasn't best pleased and the marauders were never invited to stay again. "So, is he okay?"

"What're you doing here?"

"I got your owl. I shouldn't have let you leave until Christmas, I should have known Harry wouldn't settle. Now answer me."

"He's fine. He's asleep." Remus nodded at sat on a large armchair beside the fire. His gaze drifting towards the hearth, where ash and soot were covering a light coloured rug, Remus had obviously travelled by floo powder. This was not, Sirius knew, Remus' favourite way to travel either, although he found it considerably more bearable than Sirius, and certainly more so than Harry, who despised it so much that he would begin to cry if they so much as mentioned the idea. "Don't worry about it Moony. I'll clean it later."

"I'll do it. I'm staying. For Christmas. Term's almost over, Dumbledore said I could go early, the full moon's just after Christmas so I won't be taking any time off then…" Sirius grinned, although he knew Remus shouldn't really abandon his job, or his students, he knew how much having him here would mean to Harry, and he also knew that it would make his life altogether easier.

"Harry'll be ecstatic. I'm taking him to a park later, do you want to come?"

"And watch you two chuck that quaffle around all afternoon? I think I'll stay here." Sirius laughed. Remus had always disliked it quidditch. Or rather, he had disliked his friends' obsessions with it. Peter was obsessed with anything James and Sirius were and James was quidditch match. Sirius himself was a huge fan, and loved to play, but he always said he couldn't be bothered to try out for the team, and that the scarlet robes the Gryffindor team played in wouldn't look good on him. He had, in fact, preferred to watch, preferred to be the one the girls crowded round to ask what was going on during a match. Remus, however, would spend most of the matches with his head buried in a book, only looking up when the crowd cheered. Afterwards he would, of course, tell James that yes, he had seen that spectacular shot into the central hoop from the other side of the pitch and yes, he had caught his amazing one handed whack of the quaffle which sent the ball flying past Michael Avery's ear and into the goal, but Sirius was sure James knew Remus hadn't paid any attention, and just asked him questions to torture him.

"I thought I'd take him to a play park actually, there used to be one nearby. Swings and stuff. He'll enjoy it." Remus didn't get a chance to answer however because a human tornado came flying through the living room door and threw itself at Remus, jumping up on the arm chair and hugging him tightly. "Uncle Moony! Uncle Moony! Uncle Moony's here!"

A/N: Another shortish one, sorry, I had an idea but if I put it on the end of this one it'll be really long, so I've decided to put it in two separate chapters instead and I'll update with that shortly!

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