Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
Dedication: To polynesia, who gave me an idea for this 'chapter'.
Day Five
There were always beautiful Christmas trees in the Great Hall. Massive things that sparkled with different decorations each year. The First Years were always impressed, but then so were the Seventh Years, they were that gorgeous.
I had the idea that we should put up a mini tree in our dorm, only a foot or so high. But make it nice, a Marauder tree never to be rivalled. I could also be a surprise for the others when they came back from lessons. I had a free lesson while they had Care Of Magical Creatures. Perfect.
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Trust Sirius to get sick on the one day I wanted them all out of the dorm. He's sitting in his bed coughing and hacking away, but all the while watching me with bright blue eyes. Stupid boy. I'll have to let him in on my plan.
"Sirius, I want to put a tree up in here before Prongs and Wormtail get back." I say it all in one breath but rather loudly. Damn, now he thinks I'm mad.
"O.K." He manages after a series of particularly violent coughs.
"Good." I say, rather redundantly, because he was never going to stop me or anything. I suddenly realise I don't have a tree.
"Umm, Sirius..?" I ask tentatively. He looks tired and pale, he should really sleep this off…
"Yes?" His eyes have bags. Big bags.
"How do you transfigure chairs into trees?" It sounds like such a stupid question.
"The spell is-" Hacking coughs ensue.
"The spell is-" More coughing.
"The spell is-" Yet more coughing.
"Sod it." he says, before pointing his wand at a chair, mumbling some Latin. A palm tree appears.
"Best I can do." He says, sounding but not looking apologetic.
"Thanks…" I murmur. I then realise I have no decorations. I turn around quietly to look at Sirius. We lock eyes and he points up. I see many decorations. With a quick flick of his wrist, about twenty ornaments fall on me.
"Merry Fifth." He says, before falling asleep.