A/N: Finally! I've updated! NaNoWriMo really got in the way of my fanfiction writing...But I hope to have more regular updates now that it's over.

And now...drumroll pleeeeeeassssse...THE HOLIDAYS!

Last year, I opened the floor for 10 people to choose holiday prompts on my other story, Discovery (not a plug for that. It's not Harry Potter). I would like to offer the same thing here! I know, we're not up to the holidays in the story yet, but I really want to write some. These stories will probably be put in a separate story that will be a series of oneshots, which I will post here when I do that. BUT I need you! So leave a review, or PM me, with the prompt of your choice. First ten people are guaranteed oneshots, after that...depends on if I find it interesting or have a great idea!

Thank you all for bearing with me during the long break between chapters, and thank you everyone who reviewed, followed, and favorited!

Enjoy!


"Good morning," Remus greeted as Sirius stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Food is ready for you."

"And that's why we're friends." He collapsed into the seat and gratefully accepted the mug of coffee the other man handed him. Taking a deep sip of the hot liquid, he looked across the table at Harry, who was happily digging into a bowl of oatmeal. "Did he actually sleep the entire night?"

"It seems like it. I didn't wake up with him." Patting Harry's head, Remus pushed a plate of bacon and eggs towards Sirius. "Don't forget about that letter to Andromeda."

"Of course not. I also want to look into neutral families." At Remus's raised eyebrow, he continued, "We have Light families. There's nothing to worry about there. Now that we have the Malfoys on our side as well, that takes care of Dark. Our problem is the Gray, or neutral, families."

Remus propped his chin on his hand, sipping his tea thoughtfully. "And what's the difference?"

"It's...complicated." Sirius took a bite of eggs before continuing, "Technically there's no difference. It's really a tradition thing. Light families refuse to do anything with blood, Dark families are considered violent, and Gray families can be anywhere in between. It has nothing to do with the kind of magic you have. It's based on what you use your magic for."

"What do you mean?" the werewolf asked, his eyes wide.

"Based on what my mother told me – and I wouldn't believe it if not for the fact that I found it in some of the Black histories – Light families are the ones who have mostly used their magic for healing and building. Dark families use their magic for fighting and destruction. Not - " He held up a hand, seeing his friend open his mouth. " - for evil. Light witches and wizards are usually found as healers or even teachers. Dark witches and wizards are the ones who become aurors or curse breakers. That's why you're more likely to find a Dark Lord than a Light one."

"Explain Dumbledore, then."

Sirius shook his head. "Unusual, but not unheard of. Think about it. Part of healing is Mindhealing, right? And one of the characteristics of a Dark or Light Lord or Lady is that he or she is convinced that what they're doing is the right thing. I'm sure Dumbledore thinks that what he was doing is right. Voldemort is evil, no question about that, so Dumbledore is doing what he thinks is necessary to combat that threat. It's not completely insane. The problem is that he's meddling in our lives and no one gave him permission."

"I see." Remus set his cup on the table, his face thoughtful. "Then who do you want to go to?"

"I don't know. I don't know any Gray families," Sirius admitted. "Or at least, I'm pretty sure I don't. I'll owl Andy - "

"Amelia!" Seeing Harry jump at his shout, Remus rubbed his head gently. "Not you. I'm not yelling at you. But Padfoot, what about Amelia?"

The other man nodded slowly. "That makes sense. I mean, I'm not sure she's Gray, but I do know that she is known to be completely impartial. If we can get her on our side..."

"Other people will follow," Remus finished. "That sounds good. What's our plan for today, then?"

"I'm going to owl Andy now, to find out if we can meet today. Then I'll send one to Amelia. We had some great times together in Hogwarts." A dreamy look passed over Sirius's face before he abruptly shook his head. "Anyway. I'll take care of that. What do you want to do with Harry?"

"I suppose I'll take him to Prince Manor. Severus does not have enough time to teach, spy on Dumbledore, and work on making the Manor liveable. I volunteered to do so." He looked down at Harry, who gazed back up at him with wide emerald eyes. "Looks like we're going to go visit Uncle Sev's house, Prongslet. We'll set up your new room, maybe. How does that sound?"

Harry gave him a toothy grin and went back to eating. Sirius shook his head. "I thought he was talking more."

"He is. But not that much more. If he can answer with a nod, he will. We need to break that habit." Remus stood up and set his cup in the sink. "He definitely has the vocabulary, though. There's nothing to worry about there. I'll work on it with him."

"Sounds good. I'll go owl Andy." Taking his plate, Sirius headed over to the office at the back of the flat. Normally it was used by Remus for research, but it had somehow become the center of their operations. The desk was stocked with parchment, quills, and ink, making it an ideal workstation. The only flaw was that there was no wax for his seal. Andy would know that it was truly him by that seal, as it was hard to fake.

"Hey, Moony?" Sirius called down the hall.

"Yes?"

"Do you have wax, by any chance?" He poked his head out the door to find Remus standing there, holding Harry in his arms. "For my seal?"

The other man raised an eyebrow. "Your seal?"

"Best way for Andy to know that it's me. It's nearly impossible to counterfeit a true seal." Sirius took Harry in his arms as Remus rummaged through the desk in search of some sort of wax. "It's the Seal of the House of Black. There's a glamor on it that makes it hard to fake and Andromeda will know that I have it and it's really me sending the letter. She never replied to my letter from a few days ago, maybe she doesn't realize that it's me."

"Good reasoning." Handing a small stick of wax over to his friend, Remus took back Harry and watched Sirius with interest. The dog animagus lit a fire with his wand and heated the wax before carefully dripping some of the hot, red liquid onto a spare piece of parchment. Pulling a thin chain over his head, Sirius murmured a spell and pressed an ornate ring into the puddle of wax. "Is that all?"

"Yes." Sirius removed the seal and set it on the side, allowing the image to be seen. The Black coat of arms, with its three ravens and sword, appeared to rise up off the parchment. It glittered slightly, as if the red wax had been infused with gold. "Now that I know I can still do that and the magic works, I'll get that letter off to Andy. When are you going to the Manor?"

Remus shrugged the shoulder that was not currently supporting Harry's head. "As soon as I get Harry dressed and ready to go. I want to have everything ready as soon as possible. This flat is going to get very tight very fast."

"True. Harry needs room to play." The boy in question lifted his head and Sirius ruffled his hair gently. "We're going to get you a new home to live in, one where you can ride a toy broom and become the Quidditch star your dad and I began training you to be. Oh, and one that's big enough for pranks."

"He is a year and a half, Padfoot, you are not corrupting him at this age!" Remus turned to Harry. "You are going to get very good grades and then you can go on to do whatever insanity your godfather gets you into. Understood?"

Harry nodded, messy hair bouncing. "'Kay."

"Good. At least someone listens to me." The werewolf turned to exit the room. "I'm going to go get Harry ready to go. Enjoy your day."

"You too." Sirius sat down at the desk to get started on the letter, letting out a quiet sigh. Time to get to work.