Four broken boys

Christmas

The first week of their Christmas holidays a thick white blanket was over Hogwarts, so their days were of everything snow related. Each day would start with carefully rolling enough to snow to make a lumpy snowman vaguely resembling it's human counterpart. James and Sirius always wanted to have a competition to see who could make the best Sirius, Remus, James and Peter. There was no winner because they'd always argue over who's snowman was the best, which resulted in demolishing everything. They made a total of fifty nine snowmen all together, yet only five survived. This was since Sirius insisted on kicking over Snivellus and Evans the snowmen. On one of the nights it seemed a blizzard had resided on top of Hogwarts, and all footprints were now replaced with two feet of fresh snow. James had charged outside and demanded to have a snow fight.

"But I want to make a snow angel first!" Sirius whined.

"You said yesterday that snow angels were stupid." Peter said.

"Forget the past, I want to make snow angels."

"But I want to have a-" James started, but stopped talking as Remus fell back into the snow with a contented smile.

"It's so deep you can sink in it." He said to them, eyes closed and limbs outstretched.

James whooped and jumped in next to Remus. Peter flopped in face first, as Remus said a silent prayer that he didn't hit a rock or anything. Peter turned over with his face covered in snow and teeth chattering.

"Regrets?" Asked Remus.

"None." Peter managed with a smile.

Meanwhile, James was watching Sirius. Sirius seemed to be making a very valiant attempt at getting down on the snow. At first he crouched, ready to carefully fall onto his knees and acquire the same position as Remus.

"You can't do it like that!" James exclaimed. "You'll put footprints in your snowangel."

Sirius looked uncharacteristically uncomfortable. "Errm, ok." He said, crouching down again, but back onto his hands.

"Mate, you're doing it wrong." Remus sighed. "Just, fall."

Sirius quickly stood up again, and did as Remus said, falling awkwardly on his back. "So ummm, how do you make a snowangel?" He asked.

They all have him identical looks of shock. "You've never made a snowangel?" Peter said. "But everyone's made one."

"Well-I haven't, ok?" Sirius said quietly. "Can you just show me?"

Remus grinned, despite taking pity on him. "Just put your arms and legs out, like a star," he started, doing what he said. "then move your legs in and out, and your arms up and down." Sirius watched as Remus' arms and legs make tracks in the snow.

"But your angel has a skirt, I don't want mine to have a skirt."

"Merlin." Remus muttered under his breath. "Just don't let your legs meet." He said with an incredible amount of patience.

Sirius did as told and once done, he stood up, careful not to trample his angel, and admired his artwork. He grinned. "Where have these been all my life?" He sighed, and set about making another one.

They spent another hour making various snowangels with different clothes and body parts. Although fun arose when James rolled down the large snowy hill that went down to the forbidden forest.

"You know I never noticed that hut over there." Sirius said, as James rolled down at an alarming speed.

"That's Hagrid's." Peter answered, coming to stand next to him, both looking at the hut. "The gamekeeper."