Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor Yuri! on Ice and I don't earn any money with this story.

Author's note: So very AU (no Voldemort for starters) and pretty much my excuse to write VictorxHarry and lots of fluff.

Rating: T

Warning: None

„I think, it's time for presents!" Grinning widely, Sirius ushered his godson from the dining room, where they had just indulged in birthday cake, to the private sitting room and pushed him down on a Gryffindor red loveseat. Everyone else gathered around the birthday boy and rolled their eyes at the great Lord Black, who was more excited than Harry himself.

"Unwrap mine first!" With a flick of his wand, Sirius summoned a distinctive looking package and pressed it into the young man's hands.

"Padfoot, you didn't…" Harry uttered a sigh, but the anticipation in his eyes was unmistakeable as he tore the wrapping paper off the object. As expected, it turned out to be the newest Firebolt model, which had hit the stores about two month ago.

"Sirius, are you crazy? This broom is ridiculously expensive," the brunet complained (like every year when he got an extravagant present from his godfather), while his fingers were lovingly running over the smooth, dark wood.

"I know, I paid for it, but you're my only godson and that gives me the right to spoil you rotten," the older man countered as usual and smirked.

"That…- Well…, thank you very much, Padfoot. Let's try it out later." Smiling lopsidedly at his smug godfather, Harry carefully set his new broom aside to accept the next present from his uncle Peter and his wife Mary – A black suitcase with a muggle phoenix in mid-flight depicted on it.

"Your other one is pretty old and battered, so we thought you'd need a new one. It's got adjustable expansion and feather light charms on it and a few other spells to make it durable," Peter explained with an uncertain quirk of his lips, while Mary calmly patted his arm.

"It's awesome, thank you. I had planned to buy a new suitcase soon. My old one is just about ready to fall apart." Harry eyed the detailed firebird one more time, before sliding the suitcase next to the broom.

The following package was squishy and very neatly wrapped. Even without knowing beforehand whose present he held in his hands, Harry would have put all his money on Remus. At first the brunet tried to unknot the silver gift ribbon, but after two minutes of frustrating fiddling he gave up and cut through it with a severing charm. The wrapping paper quickly followed.

"It's feels a bit weird to gift you a winter coat in the middle of summer," Remus mused as Harry fingered the black fabric and the emerald swirls at the hems, before getting up and putting the coat on.

"Fits perfectly and I like the design. Thanks Moony." The brunet quickly took the coat off again though, because otherwise he might have started to melt.

"You're quite welcome. I'm glad you like it."

"Now meee." Grinning at least as much as Harry's slightly crazy godfather had done, Acacia, his fifteen year old baby sister, dropped a sloppily wrapped present into his lap. She couldn't wrap anything nicely to save her life, but her presents were usually very well thought out.

Just like this one. Perhaps…

For a moment Harry stared at the big book in his lap, especially the golden letters on the cover of it.

"'Chronicle of an Ice Fae'… really?" The brunet raised an unimpressed eyebrow at his sister, who didn't look sorry whatsoever. 'Ice Fae' was a nickname he had got at Hogwarts. Considering no such creatures existed and fairies ranged from well-meaning brownies to redcaps who soaked their caps in their victim's blood, he was still quite unsure what the name was supposed to even mean. But, well, it could have been worse. They could have dubbed him 'Ice Nymph' or something ridiculous like that and he in no way wanted to be associated with those antisocial, vicious creatures, thank you very much. Not to mention that all nymphs were female as a rule.

"Wow, is this the finished photo album?" Beaming from ear to ear, Harry's boyfriend Victor eagerly dropped onto the loveseat and wrapped both arms around the brunet's shoulders. "Open it! I want to see more photos of you, when you were small. You were a really cute child."

Harry apprehensively eyed his sister through narrowed eyes.

"Is there anything humiliating in this?" Because one never knew with Acacia, who had inherited their father's mischievous personality.

"You'll just have to find out, brother dear. Just know that a lot of people chipped in to create it."

Grumbling quietly, the brunet flipped the scrapbook open and had to promptly cover his ear when Victor squealed. Sometimes he was quite amazed by the man's vocal range.

The first two pages featured four moving photographs of the lake behind Potter Manor in winter with a bunch of colourful comments written around them. The first showed a four year old Harry trying and failing to stay standing on a pair of skates. On the second photograph his usually self-assured dad and even cockier godfather were clinging to each other in a futile effort to remain upright, while Remus was leisurely skating around in the background. The third featured Lily holding Harry's hands and slowly gliding over the ice, while on the fourth the brunet skated forwards on his own, albeit a bit shakily.

"Like I said, very cute. This is your first time skating, right?" Victor wondered and rested his head against Harry's to get more comfortable. The brunet happily leant farther into the embrace and hummed in agreement.

"The comments say so. I can't actually remember this, though."

"It's no surprise, dear, it happened more than twenty years ago, after all," Lily chimed in. "It's unfortunate. It was a pretty hilarious day in general and an important one for you."

"Lily, are you really sure this is safe?" James wondered for the sixth time in about ten minutes and tapped the frozen water once again with the toe of his shoe. Lily determinedly suppressed the urge to strangle him, rolled her eyes instead and finished lacing her son's ice skates.

"It's a lot less dangerous than the toy broom he got for his birthday."

"But what if the ice breaks and he falls into the lake? Or if he breaks his arm or leg or both?"

"The ice is thick enough, I checked, it won't break and you put cushioning charms on every inch of his body." Not to mention her son's fluffy, blue coat that was excellent padding on its own. "Even when he falls, Harry will barely feel it. Now put on your skates."

"Can't I just-"

"No, Peter will take the photographs, so hurry up, James. Sirius, stop poking your skates and put. Them. On!"

Both brunets grumbled but did as they were told.

Uttering a longsuffering sigh, the redhead turned back to her son, who looked up at her with big, sparkling eyes, while bouncing around on the chair she had conjured to put his skates on.

"Mummy, can we start now? Pretty please?"

"Sure, sweety, come on."

Beaming, Harry got up and quickly latched onto his mother's coat when he started to lose his balance. Lily took his tiny, gloved hands into hers and carefully led him onto the frozen lake. The little brunet wobbled some more, but managed to stay upright without clutching her hands too much.

"You're doing very well, Harry," Lily praised with a proud smile and deliberately ignored the muttered swearing from her husband and Sirius, who were both trying and failing to get off the ground. "Let's try to skate to uncle Remus, okay?" Said man stopped a couple of feet away from them and offered Harry an encouraging smile.

The brunet nodded and obviously concentrated very hard on keeping his balance, while his mother pulled him farther onto the ice. When they reached the tawny-haired werewolf, Harry nibbled on his bottom lip, his contemplative gaze locked on his skates and the ice. Finally he looked up, a determined gleam shining in his eyes.

"I want to do it alone."

"Are you sure? I can hold your hands for a bit longer, if you want," Lily offered, even though she knew it was a moot question.

"Nu-uh, want to try it on my own!" Harry refused stubbornly and tried to get his hands out of his mother's grip.

"Alright, but be careful, okay?" There might be a myriad of cushioning charms on him, but it was still a good idea to caution him. Her little darling was pretty adventurous, after all. Lily carefully relinquished her grip and within seconds Harry landed on his bottom. He blinked in surprise, but instead of crying or asking for her help, he quickly tried to get back on his feet.

And tried over and over, until he finally managed to stand relatively steady on the ice.

By the time the sun went down, Harry was even capable of skating in a straight line without falling once; therefore he quickly started tearing up when it was finally time to return indoors.

James, never able to refuse his son anything when the floodgates opened, promised another trip to the lake on the following day.

And it wouldn't be the last.