The following Christmas, we see Harry putting on a new leg, which has been decorated by his baby sibling to look like a christmas tree. Smiling, he reverently touches the image on the side just as he hears the door open. Looking up, he smiles seeing Peter doing the book tok husband lean that had been all over his for you page for the last few months.
“Good morning.” The spiderling drawled.
“Morning sweetheart. You been busy this morning or something? I woke up and your side of the bed was cold.”
“You shall see later bright eyes. Now are you coming down for breakfast some time today or what?”
“Dad tell you to say that?” Harry chuckled as he pulled on his Christmas jumper for the year. This year they went with the theme of ugliest jumpers they could find. Harry, knowing he would have difficulty beating his dad, brought one and then added stuff to it, creating a festive nightmare. The front of the sweater is a chaotic tableau of holiday chaos. Enormous, misshapen snowflakes of clashing colours dominate the scene, creating a dizzying effect. A crew of googly-eyed reindeer pulling Santa's sleigh covers the top of his shoulders and chest, the reindeer’s bodies contorted into awkward positions with legs sticking in every direction adds to the overall absurdity. Oversized candy canes and disproportionate gingerbread men are scattered about his arms and the back of the jumper, contributing to the visual cacophony of colour and mess.
Gold and silver tinsel, as gaudy as it gets, in the hope that it would annoy his dad of course, is woven into the fabric around the base, allowing for him to hang bells to dangle along the top of his thighs, creating an audible jingle with every movement. To make matters even worse, Harry cut the sleeves so they are a mismatched length, one too long and the other short, creating a sense of asymmetry and adding an extra layer of comedic awkwardness. However, this asymmetry is then lessened by the jeans he finally pulls on, where the legs are different lengths. One being shorts to show off his newly decorated fake leg, and the other ankle length to keep himself warmer.
Seeing his boyfriend get dressed, Peter’s mouth drops. When Harry eventually turns to him and asks what he thinks, he doesn’t know what to say about the monstrosity of the clothing in front of him.
“You do not like it?” Harry mumbles, upset that Peter didn’t have a positive reaction like he was hoping to see.
“Honestly,” Peter started, “I hate it, but as that is what you are going for it is perfect. You are definitely going to cause some nose bleeds today and if you do not win, I will eat that jumper.”
Smiling, Harry looked up at Peter through his fringe. “You really mean that?”
“Without a doubt.”
Stepping forward, Harry wrapped his arms around the taller boy. Just holding each other close. They stand together for a minute before a voice clears and JARVIS speaks over the mainframe.
“Excuse me, you boys are running dangerously late.”
“Crap! Thanks J. We are leaving now.” Peter exclaims as he pulled away. “Sorry Bright eyes, but we have to go.”
Puting slightly, Harry slips into his slippers before walking out the bedroom. Immediately, a big black dog came bounding down the corridor causing Harry to burst into laughter.
“Seriously? You couldn’t even wait for us to walk downstairs Padfoot?” Harry says as he bends down to stroke the excited animagus.
“WOOF!” The dark shaggy dog said in response.
Standing up again, Harry takes Peter's hand before the trio head downstairs. Walking into the kitchen, the trio sees all of their family standing making breakfast or drinking coffee. Immediately, the dog bounds away towards the god of mischief, who sits down beside the panting beast to run a hand along his fur.
Whilst the two mischief makers greet each other, Harry and Peter turn to the two billionaires.
“Mum, Dad, Merry Christmas.” Harry says as he goes for a hug.
Wrapping their arms around their first born son, the duo wish him a merry christmas too.
Peter, on the other hand, had bent down to hug the excitable child that was trying to run away towards the tree rather than staying in the kitchen. Seeing him struggling, Sirius turned back into himself and went to grab his second godchild.
“You need to calm down, little monster.” He says with a smile before blowing a raspberry on the kids stomach.
Seeing all this as he pulled away from his parents arms, Harry smiled. Everyone was once again happy, safe and smiling. This is what life is for. These little beautiful moments you want to save a picture of in your mind. The ones that you know you will never beat. The happy little moments that you do not want anyone to take away.
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Oh, and for those wondering, Harry wanted you to know he won this year. Tony stopped the rest of the night after Pepper had announced the winner. He knew the motor oil spill from Dum-E would cause him to lose.