Title: Anything for Harry
Author: mindfunk
Rating: G
Category: One-shot
Pairings: Nada - this is just a fluffy genfic
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything HP related, and I'm not making any money off of nicking HP people, places or things and writing a story about them.

Remus stood in front of the mirror, eyeing his reflection critically as he straightened his robes. Frowning at a small stain on the front, he cast a quick cleaning charm on the spot and then glanced at the clock on the mantle. If they didn't hurry, they were going to be late.

"Come on, Padfoot!" he called down the hall as he bent to get a handful of floo powder from the battered school cauldron sitting on the floor next to the fireplace. "We swore to Lily that we'd be on time for once..."

His voice trailed off as he turned to see his friend striding across the room, resplendent in a bright red suit and heavy black boots. A matching red hat was perched on top of long, curly white hair, and Sirius was sporting a thick white beard that rivaled Dumbledore's.

"What on earth are you wearing?" Remus finally managed to sputter.

"What, you don't like it?" asked Sirius distractedly as he looked around the room. His eyes settled on the sofa, and he strode over and began stuffing throw pillows up the front of his suit.

"D'you think this looks like a real belly?" he asked anxiously, looking to Remus for approval.

All Remus could do was stand there and stare at his friend, floo powder trickling out from between his fingers onto the floor as his mouth moved wordlessly.

"Well," Sirius asked, frowning."Does it?" He poked a bit at the large lump under his jacket, trying to make it more round and less pillow-like.

Finally realizing that he was spilling floo powder everywhere, Remus dumped what was left of his handful back into the cauldron and slowly approached his friend. He eyed the oddly dressed man from head to toe and back up again, before saying, "Once again, I ask: what on earth are you wearing?"

"It's a Santa suit, Moony. Don't you recognize one when you see it?"

"I know what a Santa suit is, but that still doesn't explain why you're wearing one." Remus answered, crossing his arms and mentally settling in for the explanation. Sirius' explanations were always amusing, but this one ought to be especially good.

"It's for Harry," Sirius said matter-of-factly, as if Remus should have figured that out on his own.

"For Harry?" Remus repeated, trying not to laugh out loud. "Harry is less than 5 months old. He doesn't even know that Santa Claus exists, let alone what he looks like. I don't think he's going, to be impressed."

"I know that, Moony. I'm not a complete idiot, you know," Sirius mumbled, turning red under his snowy beard. "I just wanted to be there the first time he saw Santa. What better way to make sure I'm there than by playing the part of Father Christmas myself?"

Remus couldn't help but smile at his friend's utter devotion to his tiny godson. It may have been a typical Padfoot scheme, rather silly and completely over the top, but it was obvious that his affection for Harry knew no bounds.

Slinging his arm across his friend's shoulder, he led him toward the fireplace.

"Come on, Mr. Claus. Perhaps you can hold the baby while James and I help Lily in the kitchen."

"Do you really think she'll let me hold him?" Sirius said eagerly, as they each threw down a handful of floo powder and stepped into the fireplace

"Well, if you promise not to levitate him again, I'm sure Lily will give you a second chance," Remus answered. "Godric's Hollow!" He called out loudly, and the two men disappeared in a flash of green flames.