Nem (Host)

James and Sirius spent the rest of the morning showing off, and Remus spent it hovering, just skimming the ground with his toes, trying to read his book and look like he was enjoying the broom.

He hoped Peter had received his gifts from them and wasn't having too bad of a time with his own family.

They were called in by the potter's house-elf, Gully, who was dressed in a festive tea towel and had a sprig of holly tucked behind one ear.

it was almost lunch time and the house smelled deliciously of roast beef with all the trimmings upstairs washed and changed the lot of you mrs potter shook her wooden spoon at them i've had goalie set your things out they washed and dressed quickly stomachs growling as the wonderful smells from the kitchen wafted up the stairs

Just as they began to make their way down, there was the telltale crack of apparition outside the front door.

Sirius tensed again, and Remus, one step behind him on the staircase, gripped his shoulder in a way that he hoped was comforting.

Sirius turned around and looked Remus in the eye, giving him a gentle smile of appreciation.

It was quite unserious-like, but it felt good.

The bell rang and they both turned back to it, James running forward to open the door.

A couple stood in the entranceway, a young man and a woman holding a bundle in her arms.

He had a mop of fair curly hair and was rather stalkily billed.

She was taller and more slender.

As they stepped into the light of the hallway, Remus sucked in his breath.

She was the spitting image of Sirius's cousin Bellatrix.

No, Sirius gasped, starting forward, a smile bursting on his face.

Sirius, the young woman grinned back, and Remus relaxed, seeing that it was not Bellatrix at all.

This woman had the same wildly curly hair as her sister, though it was a much lighter shade of brown.

It had to be Andromeda.

She passed the baby in her arms over to the man next to her, presumably her husband, Ted, and stretched out her arms to pull Sirius into a huge hug.

Remus watched with fierce jealousy and not a little guilt.