harry potter · the marauders · christmas · family fluff · found family · father figures · domestic · post-war · wizarding world · reconciliation
Remus's cottage glowed with enchanted garlands and a gentle fall of magical snow that never melted. James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter—now fathers in their mid-twenties—had gathered for their annual reunion. Harry chased a charmed sprig of mistletoe around the room while the sons of Sirius and Remus watched the fire crackle. Remus remained a still, steady presence beside you, you, his refuge and his home. Sirius lifted his wineglass, a familiar, crooked smile on his face. 'Never thought I'd see Moony looking so settled,' he said, his voice warm. James laughed, Lily tried to herd the children, and outside, the snow kept falling. It was Christmas, and for this moment, everything was perfectly, peacefully right.