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@wolfstarmicrofic January 3, word count 616

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Within seconds, Sirius was covered by his teammates, all skating over and hugging him. He could hear Effie and Monty cheering in the crowd over everyone else, and they were still contenders for the cup. He’d done it.

Once his teammates were done suffocating him, he had time to look across the rink at the other team. The first thing he saw was Lupin, who towered over the rest of his team, even taller than Greyback, but right now he seemed small somehow. Greyback was laying into him. Sirius could make out Lupin repeating, ‘I’m sorry,’ by reading his lips. He felt sorry for the guy; he was basically a rookie, and he’d played an amazing game. He’d stolen a puck from Sirius that was less than an inch away from going across the goal line. If Sirius had been any less of a player, the Wolves would have won tonight. But even a loss as close as there’s didn’t warrant the amount of animosity he was seeing Greyback display.

He was about to go over there and give Greyback what for when he was suddenly spun around and enveloped in Effie Potter’s warm embrace.

“You were utterly magical, darling.”

“It honestly looked like you were flying,” Monty added, clapping him on the shoulder. They weren’t supposed to be on the ice; they’d only won the game. Family members weren’t usually permitted on the ice unless a cup was won, but no one could say no to the Potters. They were rays of sunshine, that, and Sirius was sure that Effie bribed all the officials with baked goods to keep them sweet.

“Thanks, but I couldn’t have done it without the rest of the team,” he said, the words sounding flat. He’d said them so often over the years they we automatic at this point.

“Good lad,” Monty clapped him on the shoulder again.

James skated over, his arms crossed over his broad chest. “You know I’m your actual son, right?” He joked.

“Sirius is my son, too,” Effie harrumphed, patting Sirius fondly on his cheek.

“Yeah, yeah, I know he’s your favourite,” James sighed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “But at least I’m still Dad’s favourite. Right, Dad?”

“Sorry, kiddo. Regulus is my favourite,” Monty grinned, the same twinkle in his eyes as his son.

“Uncle Alphard loves you,” Sirius offered.

“I will take that,” James declared happily and turned to the crowd. “Oh, Alphard! I’m your favourite, right?!” Sirius turned to watch his uncle’s reaction. Uncle Alphard winced and lifted the tiny black puppy off his lap and held him up. “Oh, come on!” James grumped. “I’m below the damn dog!”

“Well, he is rather cute,” Effie said with Monty nodding in agreement by her side.

“I love you,” Peter said as he skated over, wrapping a padded arm around James’s waist.

“Thank you, Peter. At least somebody does.” With that, James kissed both his parents on their cheeks and skated off to the locker room with Peter.

“He is just so much fun to tease,” Monty laughed as he winked at Sirius and moved off the ice to go pet Padfoot.

“Are you coming home tonight, darling? Celebration dinner?” Effie asked. He nodded.

“Yes, can’t not have an Effie celebration dinner. We won’t win next time otherwise.”

“You and your silly superstitions,” Effie smiled warmly and booped him on the nose before following Monty. It was only then that Sirius remembered Lupin. He turned to where Greyback had been berating him, but the Wolves had left the ice. He sighed and followed the last few members of his team into their own locker room for a quick shower and a change of clothes.