December 1995

Memory Severus was walking into the sitting room of their home in Spinner's End where Harry was decorating their Christmas tree. He was carrying a tray with two cups of hot chocolate and some Christmas biscuits Mrs. Weasley had just sent.

"Thanks, Dad," Harry said, grabbing one of the cups and sitting on the sofa.

"It's looking good," the professor said, picking up where Harry left off, giving the fifteen-year-old a break.

Harry laughed, "It looks the same as it does every year."

"That's only because you're not nearly as observant as I am," he said, tossing an ornament back into the box, then sitting next to his son with his own cup of hot chocolate. "It's statistically impossible to put every ornament in the same exact spot every year."

Harry rolled his eyes, "You know what I meant."

Severus reached over and started messing up Harry's already messy black hair, "Of course I knew what you meant."