Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
Dedication: To thequeeneb, who gave me the idea for this part.
Day Three
As always, it snowed in Scotland. It snowed. And snowed. And… snowed. The grounds are covered with at least six inches of fluffy white snow. It's beautiful. But bloody cold.
I am sitting here wondering what to do for Moony today. Who knew it was so hard to come up with ways of delighting people. That damn snow is too distracting. I wish Prongs were in on this, his brain is full of mushy ideas for Lily… Not that I want mushy! I mean, I don't like Remus that way. Most of the time.
Wait! Prongs!
I am sitting here, in the cold waiting for Sirius to show up and show me today's gift. It's freezing here by the lake, and the poor Giant Squid is unlucky enough to have caught one of it's tentacles in the frozen water of the lake.
Ah, here comes Sirius. A large black shape against all the white around him. He scowls (yes, I can tell when he's scowling even from a distance, it's all in the body language) as some Slytherin throws a snowball at him. With a quick movement of the wrist, and I suppose of the lips, there is a massive weight of snow flying at the poor Slytherin.
As he approaches, I stand, and when he gets even closer, he simply grabs my wrist an carries on walking toward the Forbidden Forest.
We move towards the looming forest in silence, Sirius is still scowling and seems to be limping slightly (from a hex I assume). I see yet another white object, a stag actually, attached to a large brown object, a sleigh.
We sit in the sleigh and Sirius hit's the white stag. It's a beautiful twelve-pointer, like James, it seems a shame to make it haul us around. In fact, it's white, like James.
"Prongs?" I whisper to Sirius
"Yes," he says as he nods "the things we do for you Moony."