Day six and I'm still going! Please let me know what you think! And give me some more ideas!

Sirius rested his head against the wall and waited a beat before James let out a long breath and let his head fall onto Sirius' shoulders.

"What do you want for Christmas Sirius?"

"I don't know." He answered, voice soft and quiet in the shadows of the Quidditch locker room. "What do you want James?"

James doesn't answer, but Sirius feels him shift, their bodies are knee to knee, hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder.

"I don't know."

They slip back into silence, both just glad to be in the warmth of the locker room after a crisp and cold winter flight.

"I used to know what I wanted." James says finally and wiggles closer to Sirius, his skin cold as Sirius' shirt rides up a bit. "When I was a kid."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, always used to have this list. It seemed like it was miles long of toys, and brooms and everything."

"And now?"

"I don't know…I mean there's stuff I want in life." He swallows and Sirius suppressed a smile at the sound it makes. "Like I want Evans to talk to me, not scream at me. And I want Remus to be better, and I want Peter's dad to stop being a dick."

"And I want you to be happy."

Sirius moved, resting his head ontop of James'.

"I am happy Prongs."

"I know…but you say that. And then you go back home, and I know something happens there Sirius, and you come back and say you're alright, that your happy, but I…"

He tugs his hand out of his leather gloves and graps rather despretely at Sirius', cold fingers intertwining and after a moment Sirius' thumb rubs out a small comforting circle on James.

"I just worry about you Sirius. You're not the same as Remus and Peter. You're not the same as me, and I worry."

"You don't have to worry James. I can take care of myself."

"I know, I know you can, but just because you can doesn't mean you should have too."

Sirius' thumb paused and James sighed and continued, "we're kids Sirius, we're just bloody children and we're not supposed to deal with stuff like this, my Christmas list shouldn't be made up of wanting Peter's dad to come back, and Remus to be human, and you to not get the shit beat out of you!"

Sirius stiffened and he made to move away but James gripped his hand tight.

"James…"

"Come on you fucker, we put together that Remus was a werewolf in less than a year. You don't think after five I wouldn't have put this together."

"I didn't-"

James shook his head, "I know you didn't mean to keep it from me."

Giving his hand a squeeze Sirius sighed, "It's not something people talk about really."

"I know…I just…the one thing I want most in the world is for you to be okay Sirius. I just want you to know that, because I can't lose you."

"I'm okay James." His voice wavered only slightly, "I'm okay right now, and I'll be okay over Christmas too. I'm okay."

"Okay…okay. Sure."

Neither boy said anything for a long time, they just sat there in the dark, hands intertwined watching their breath form white clouds in the crisp air.

"You're my best friend Sirius." James whispered, because it wasn't something that he normally said outloud, "I love you."

Sirius awkwardly pulled James into a half hug, "I love you too James, come on, my toes are about ready to fall off here."

Standing in the train compartment James watched Sirius peering nervously out the window at the platform, searching for his parents.

"Shit." He hissed as he spotted them and turned around to see James blocking his way. "James."

"Sirius." Raising an eyebrow, demanding an explanation James just shrugged and pulled his friend into a tight hug, fingers curling into the thick fabric of Sirius' robes, as if he never wanted to let go.

"James…James come on mate."

"Just…be careful."

Sirius rolled his eyes, but promised all the same, digging something out of his pocket he pressed it into James' hand.

"What?"

"It's your Christmas present, open it."

Unwrapping the heavy parchment paper and badly done ribbon James pulled out a small but ornate pocket mirror.

"The fuck?"

Sirius chuckled and pulled out an identical mirror, "watch and learn Potter." He said, perring into his mirror.

After a moment his face appeared suddenly in James' who jumped.

"Merlin!"

Sirius laughed again, "they're two way mirrors, so you can check that I'm okay over break."

James looked from his mirror to Sirius, unable to find the words to describe what he was feeling.

"Thanks mate." He said finally, "Come on, we'd better get a move on."

"Yeah," they stood on the platform, ready to part ways. "Merry Christmas mate."

"Same to you."

They shared a smile before loosing sight of one another in the crowd.

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