Disclaimer: Harry Potter and related stuff isn't mine.
Author Notes: If it isn't obvious it went from a day after Thanksgiving to Christmas Eve. Also, once again thanks for the reviews and I love you all!
Time Slip
Chapter Twenty-Two
Christmas Madness
"Christmas is coming, the phoenix is getting fat. Please put a sickle in the old wizard's hat. If you haven't got a sickle, a knut will do. If you haven't got a knut that Merlin bless you!" a boy of seventeen with long black hair and ice blue eyes sang as he danced around the enormous kitchen with a hug mixing bowl. He was wearing an apron and covered from head to toe in flour. "Christmas is coming! Christmas is coming! Santa is coming! Woohoo!"
"Sirius, will you please come back here with that cookie dough!" a boy of about the same age with short spiky black hair and hazel eyes said with a slight laugh. He was also covered from head to toe with flour.
Sirius stopped spinning next to the only other person in the room. He looked almost like the other boy in the room, only with emerald green eyes and other few minor differences. He was no cleaner then the other two boys. "Harry!" he whined. "James' being mean to me!"
Harry started to laugh. "Well, if you'd just give him the cookie dough, we wouldn't be having this conversation would we?"
"See, the boy agrees with me!" James said and snatched the bowl from Sirius' hands.
Sirius pouted. "You two are mean, you know that?"
"Yes, actually, I do." James said as he spooned dough onto cookie sheets.
Harry looked out the window of the Potter's house to see that it was getting dark. "Sirius, if you want any cookies for Santa, you better not complain."
Sirius also looked out the window. "Fine, you're right." He smiled and kissed Harry on the cheek. "This is going to be a great Christmas, you know that?"
Harry looked up at him and smiled too. "Yeah, I know. You're here aren't you?" He turned at looked at James' back. "And you to Dad."
James turned around and smiled back. "Yeah, this will be a great Christmas. But you two should start to clean up. I'm almost done with these and I'll let you two have the bowl and spoon if you clean." This statement got them motivated. By the time they got the place cleaned, the cookies were done and the bowl and spoon licked cleaned.
"Do we get to frost and sprinkle them Papa Prongs?" Sirius asked with an innocent smile.
"Sure my boy. We'll have a field day with it." James answered and summoned frosting and sprinkles.
By the end of it, the boys were covered in more frosting and sprinkles then the cookies. "Woohoo!" Sirius shouted. "I made cookies of you two!"
"Really?" James asked in a slightly scared voice.
Harry looked at him. "What's wrong?"
James grimaced. "Have you ever seen his artist skills?" Harry shook his head. "That's because he has none."
"Hey! That is so not true! I am very artist!" Sirius shouted and held up two cookies. One was of a boy with blue hair and green candied eyes and licorice glasses. His shirt was bulky and a weird shade of green and the pants were…well, let's just say he looked like he was wearing a circus tent. The other one was of a reindeer with a bright red nose; outrageously hideous colored fur and they weren't quite sure what type of sprinkles lay underneath that all. "See, aren't they beautiful?"
"Well…their…unique." Harry said slowly.
Sirius looked at James triumphantly. "See, he likes them."
"That's because he's snogging you and since I'm not, I can tell you the truth. They're hideous! I'm not even quite sure those things are edible." James replied, taking a bit out of a cookie.
Sirius pouted and turned to Harry. "He's mean to me."
"Yes, he is." Harry replied and glared at James. "That was very rude."
"Hey, you try one of his cookies." James replied.
"Fine, maybe I will." Harry said and took one of Sirius' cookies. He took a huge bite and started to chew.
"Good aren't they?" Sirius asked.
Harry's eyes went wide and his face turned slightly green. After a moment, he swallowed. He then grabbed a frosting tube and poured about half of that in his mouth and swallowed. Finally he looked at Sirius. "Darling I love you and everything…but please, don't ever make me eat one of those cookies again. I'm not quite sure what you put in that and I really think that should be on the most radioactive list if they have one ever existed."
Sirius looked hurt. "Oh, that's mean! My cookies are delicious!"
"Have you ever eaten one?" Harry asked.
"Of course! I'm the one who always finish off my cookies." Sirius replied.
"Ah."
"'Ah' what?" Sirius asked suspiciously.
Harry looked at Sirius through his bangs. "Ah that explains a lot."
Sirius and James looked at him opened mouth, shocked that he said that. But soon enough James burst out laughing. "Oh Merlin! That was brilliant Harry!"
"Well, I thought it was mean." Sirius said.
Harry patted him on the head. "Oh, I'm sorry pookie, but it was too easy."
"Pookie?" Sirius and James asked at the same time.
Harry looked surprised. "I have no idea where that came from."
James and Sirius looked at each other with raised eyebrows. "He's your son." Sirius said.
"He's your lover." James replied.
"He gets it from your genes."
"He gets it from your spit."
Harry sighed and threw a handful of sprinkles at them both. "Let's just say hanging with both of you made me this way."
"Oh, so it's our faults now?" James asked.
"It's not our faults…let's blame Lily." Sirius replied.
"And Snape…he always has a hand in these types of things." James added.
"Oh, shut up." Harry said and stood up. "I'm going to go shower."
As Harry was heading out the door, he heard Sirius shout, "Bye Snookums!"
"Hope you have a wonderful shower Sugar Booger!" James added.
"Idiots." Harry muttered as he shut the door on their laughter.
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Harry took his time showering. He wasn't mad at them or anything; he just wanted to be alone for a while. He hadn't had any time to himself that day seeing as everyone was over that morning but only briefly to drop off gifts and whatnot. Harry smiled as he remembered what Sirius did to him that morning to wake him up…
Flashback
Harry woke up to having something sitting on top of him. When he managed to open his eyes, he saw that it was Sirius straddling him…all clothed and if he wanted Sirius straddling him this early in the morning he would prefer that he was wearing…less. Harry muttered something unintelligible and finally said, "Sirius, what the hell are you doing on top of me?"
Sirius smiled and kissed him. When he pulled back, he was smiling more. "Guess what?"
"What?" Harry asked trying really hard to wake up but Sirius wasn't helping any.
"IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE!" he shouted.
Harry blinked at him. "And?"
"And what? It's Christmas Eve! You can't stay in bed!" Sirius replied, starting to bounce slightly. Harry growled and pushed him off him. Sirius landed on his butt at the end of the bed. He watched as Harry rolled over and covered his head with a blanket. "HARRY!" Sirius whined. Harry muttered some very not nice words. "IT'S CHRISTMAS EVE! WAKE UP!" Harry replied by trying to kick him. Sirius pouted. Suddenly he got an evil look in his eyes and smiled evilly. He gripped the blankets and ripped the off.
Harry sat up and glared at Sirius, who chucked the blanket into the corner. "Sirius, if you want to keep some of your parts in tack, you better give me that blanket back."
"Nope."
"Siri-" Harry said but was cut off be Sirius kissing him again. When Sirius pulled back, he grabbed Harry's wrist and started to tug him towards the bathroom. When they got there Sirius took off Harry's t-shirt and long pants, leaving him with boxers. Harry was still slightly sleepy, but this was definitely waking him up. Sirius smiled, kissed him again andslowly walked them towards the shower stall. Harry didn't even mind that Sirius was lifting him into the tub. Suddenly Sirius pulled away and pulled a tab. Freezing cold water drenched Harry. Harry shouted and Sirius snickered. Harry quickly turned off the water and watched as Sirius dashed out the door. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU BLOODY MUTT!"
"I LOVE YOU TOO!" Sirius shouted from somewhere outside his bedroom.
End of flashback
Harry smiled as he turned off the shower and got out. He wrapped a towel around himself and realized that he hadn't gotten Sirius back. 'Oh well…there's more then enough time to do that.' Harry thought. He grabbed another towel and started dry his hair.
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Harry got changed and headed towards the living room which they decorated that morning with the help of the others, though it seemed that Sirius was the one to do most of it. He really did love Christmas.
He stopped at the entrance to the living room and took it all in. There was a tree that reached a little below the ceiling and decorated in shining garland, bead, ornaments and fairy lights. On top of the tree was a brilliant star with a picture of Karen and Michael in the middle of it. Underneath it was oodles of gifts of every shape and size in every kind of wrapping paper. The rest of the room was covered in fake snow and bright other decorations. Harry turned his head to see Sirius and James both sitting in a comfy chair playing a game of wizard chess. He smiled and that's when James looked up. "Hey Harry!" James said with a grin. "We were wondering where you went to."
Sirius turned around in his seat and looked at Harry. "Yeah, you take longer in the shower then any boy or girl for that matter that I know of."
Harry narrowed his eyes at him. "You."
"Me?" Sirius asked.
"Yes you."
"What about me?"
"It's your fault."
"My fault? For what?"
"For the whole pookie thing."
Sirius looked shocked. "And how is that my fault?"
"It's your fault because I never said anything like that before I ate your cookie. SEE! They even rhyme! Pookie, cookie!"
Sirius looked at him oddly. "Is that what you were thinking about the whole time in the shower?"
"No."
"Okay, then don't tell us." James said.
Sirius and Harry both looked at him. "Well, I want to know what he was thinking about." Sirius said.
James shook his head and covered his ears. "Okay, go ahead."
Harry rolled his eyes. "It's nothing nasty." As James started to pull his hands away, Harry continued, "I was just thinking about what Sirius did to me this morning."
"Oh Merlin, what did he do to you?" James asked.
"Threw me in the shower." Harry replied.
James looked at Sirius, who was smirking. "That was rude Paddy."
"Hey, he wouldn't get up so it was the only way I could think of." Sirius replied, looking smug.
"I could've thought of some better ones…" Harry muttered under his breath.
"What?" James asked.
"Nothing."
"Oh." Everything went quiet. Harry turned his gaze away from his friends and looked at the tree and the gifts.
"OH! I almost forgot!" shouted Sirius. He got up and ran towards the tree. He plopped down on his butt and rummaged through the gifts.
Harry looked at him weirdly. "What is he doing?" Harry asked, turning to James who was getting up.
"It's a tradition Harry. We each get to open one gift today on Christmas Eve and the rest tomorrow." James walked over to the tree and sat next to Sirius. Harry followed and sat on the other side of Sirius.
Sirius was smiling and pulled out three gifts. He handed a large, square box with red wrapping paper and a gold bow to James and a small, square box with silver wrapping paper and a blue bow for Harry. For himself was a little black bag with a green bow. "This is from Alice and those two are from me! Prongsie, you can open your first."
"Okay." James said and started to take off the wrapping. When that was all off, he took out another wrapped box. He started to unwrap that one. Soon that was off and he was taking out another box. He turned and glared at Sirius. "How many times did you wrap it?"
"Five." He replied.
James groaned and unwrapped the next one. Finally he got to the final one which was a slim white box. He took off the lid and moved tissue paper. James lifted up a framed picture. He smiled. It was of Lily and him on Halloween and they were dancing. He watched and smiled more when he saw that it showed them kissing. James turned to Sirius and hugged him. "Thanks."
"You're welcomed." Sirius replied and turned to Harry. "Your turn."
Harry smiled and unwrapped his. After all the wrapping was off, there laid a white box. He took off the lid and moved the tissue paper. There laid a pile of pictures. He took them out and saw that they were on top of something else. He set down the pictures and took out a black and silver flames dog collar. There was a bone shaped tag hanging down. On the front it read 'Harry'. When he flipped it over it read, 'Answers to: Harry. Owner: Sirius Black. If found please send him home to me, I'll be missing him.' Harry looked up at Sirius and smiled. "I love it."
"I was hoping so." Sirius replied and accepted the kiss Harry gave him. "And those pictures are of Halloween, so you can add them to the Black Mail book."
"Thanks."
"No problem. You better wear that." Sirius said, pointing to the collar. Harry handed it to him and Sirius put it on. "Very becoming."
James smiled. "Shouldn't you be the on wearing that?"
"But I already have so many! I thought Harry would want one." Sirius replied with a grand smile. "Now," he said, untying the ribbon on his bag, "my turn." He undid the ribbon and opened the bag. He lifted out a black leash. He looked at it oddly and took the note that was attached to the clicky part. It read, in Alice's handwriting, 'Merry Christmas Sirius! Hope you like the leash! Remus told me that you bought Harry a dog collar and I decided that you need a leash to complete the look! Have fun!'
Sirius started laughing. "Alice…you're too good." James and Harry started laughing after they read the note.
Soon it was very late and they all decided it was time to head to bed. Outside the doors, Sirius kissed Harry on the cheek. "Put those pictures away soon. And have sweet dreams."
"Same to you." Harry replied. He turned to his door. "Night James. Night Sirius."
"Nighty night Harry." James and Sirius said as they headed to their separate rooms.
When Harry got into his bedroom, he got changed and then brushed his teeth. Before Harry crawled into bed, he put his new photos away…
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Harry woke up with a start. He was having a pleasant dream until some noise woke him up. He grabbed his glasses and looked at the clock. It read 11:54p.m. Harry groaned and looked for the source of the noise, which was still there. He turned to the window to see there was a black owl pecking at his window. Harry rolled his eyes and got out of bed. He opened the window and the owl flew in, dropping a piece of parchment in his hands. When the owl flew back out and Harry closed the window, he got a bad feeling. He slowly opened the note, which he could read from the half full moon. It read, in hurried handwriting, 'Harry, please come! They got him…I don't know how but they managed to get him here and I can't do anything! They locked me in my room! Please, help him! -R.A.B.'
Harry knew who that was but he really couldn't understand it. 'How the bloody hell could they get Sirius? The house was protected…the only way is if he came winningly, but why would he do that?' The answer came. 'They must've threatened someone…anyone Sirius loves and he would go there to save them…' Harry threw the piece of paper and tore through his room, crossed the hall and ran into Sirius'.
He saw that the bed was empty and that there was a piece of parchment on his bed. Harry ran to his bed and read the note. The four short words on the parchmentterrified him. 'Do you love him?' You'd never think those words as scary, but you had no idea the way the Blacks could make them.
Harry got angry. They weren't going to hurt Sirius. He closed his eyes and willed himself to go to Grimmauld Place. When he opened his eyes, he was in the semi-familiar place of Sirius' old home. He didn't think that this was way too easy or anything else…all he thought about was saving Sirius.
He started running down random halls and corridors, trying to find his Sirius. He didn't notice the chime that marked the beginning of midnight. He didn't notice that the clock struck the fourth chime as he turned down a hall and saw a door with a light coming through the cracks. He didn't notice that with each heart beat, a chime went off. All he knew was that was the door he needed to go through. As he got to the door, the clock struck the tenth chime and as he grabbed the door handles and ripped it open, the clock struck the eleventh time. As he opened the door wide and ran in, on that twelfth strike, just like before, a blazing bright white light blinded him and he dashed into oblivion…