Chapter 52: Truly Gifted

One dark-haired teenager named Sirius Black woke up with a yawn and roll that nearly had him falling out of bed. Those large, plush beds at Hogwarts truly spoiled his lanky form.

Swinging said dangerously-long legs to the side of the mattress, he rubbed at his grey eyes before peering down at the modest size stack of presents between his bare feet. He glanced over at James' own with a tear-jerking yawn and rolled his eyes at the huge pile. He narrowed his eyes and scoffed as he saw one labeled from 'Your Lily.' No way was he jealous of James finally having the only girl who'd caught his attention. It was probably something lame like handmade mittens. Full of love and care.

His spoiled best friend kept snoring, ignorant for what waited for him. Sirius resisted the urge to chuck a pillow at him.

Eager, Sirius picked up the gifts carefully and began looking at each, lining them up in preparation on the sheets. So there was the mandatory Remus', and then Peter's, and then-

Sirius blinked. No way. Was he still unconscious and dreaming? Because there was something from Hermione. Maybe Santa really did exist in their magical world.

Not waiting another second, he tore apart the wrapping to unveil- a sweater. A handmade one, with lumps and obviously not with true skill. But it still felt soft and already warm to the touch. Like she'd enchanted it; she probably had, that stupidly-smart girl.

In the middle was a giant 'S' in black, the rest was a rusty red. Sirius couldn't help but smile until his cheeks felt pinched.

After his (sure to have been creepy) smiling fest, Sirius immediately put it on. Then he went to jump on Jame's bed like the mature teenager he was.


Posted: 9.6.2012
Word Count: 300

A Still-Alive Note: I know - it's been months. And in that time FF deleted everything: all the outlines I had for all remaining 47 chapters. But alas, I've reimagined what I want, so hopefully I'll actually finish this little story. I hope you keep reading and thank you for your patience and continued attention. You're all wonderful and keep me typing.