The parlour had been lavishly decorated for Christmas. It was a tradition of the Potter's that Sirius Black had gladly adopted to decorate the house as a family, something his mother would have never comprehended. Christmases at Grimmauld Place had been a dull affair when he was a boy, just an excuse for the various pureblood families to flaunt their wealth and status, as he attempted to stay far away from any 'festivities'. Though the year he left, his first Christmas with the Potters, he had suddenly realised what all his friends at Hogwarts had been raving on about in the weeks leading up to Christmas. Mrs Potter would make mince pies while he and James hung wreaths and decorated the tree. Then once James and Lily met, he would join their Christmas celebrations, happy at the addition of little Harry who seemed so full of Christmas cheer it was a wonder he hadn't exploded.

It was now mid-January however and Sirius, despite the omens of bad luck associated with it, had not yet taken down any decorations. It was as if Christmas hadn't happened, in fact he felt as if nothing good had happened since that dark October night. All the light in his life had vanished along with Harry when he had arrived in Godrics Hollow to find the bodies of the people he had considered his only family, dead. Harry had not been found, and despite efforts from the Order to locate him, no sightings had been made. Sirius Black thought of Harry as he sipped his small tumbler of fire whiskey, the Christmas decorations long forgotten and the fire almost out. He thought also of Dumbledore, who had given him strict instructions to not contact the order for fear of a spy, and the even stricter instructions to not leave Grimmauld Place. The Daily Prophet lay open and forgotten on the arm of his chair, like every other day he had fruitlessly scanned the paper for any news of his godson, but there was no such luck. Thus it was a surprise to him when Molly Weasley appeared, quite dishevelled in his parlour.

"Sirius, I'm so sorry to come through unannounced" Molly offered as she stumbled out of the fireplace despite years of practice. She had clearly not planned the visit as she stood, apron-clad, a few small specs of flour on her face, clutching what appeared to be a story-book.

After months of no visitors, save Remus who he had not seen for a few weeks now, Sirius was at a bit of a loss for words. He stood, inviting Molly to sit down as he replied "It's no problem at all Molly, though I must say I'm surprised to hear from you". He quickly used his wand to levitate two mugs to where they both sat, pouring a cup of tea for them both.

Molly thanked him and took a large sip of tea, unsure about whether or not she should have risked a visit now that the order was virtually lost. She knew however, that this visit was important, and despite the risks it was fair that Sirius know the truth. "Yes, Dumbledore gave me and Arthur strict instructions not to contact anyone" she informed him, and added more sadly "but I'm so sorry Sirius, I can't imagine anyone is as upset as you are".

"It's been difficult for everyone, Molly" Sirius offered, knowing she had certainly had her share of torment throughout the war "I only wish I could be doing more to find Harry".

"Well that's actually why I came Sirius" she began hesitantly for she knew how damaging false hope could be, she had experienced it enough with her brothers. "Fred and George, well they recently overheard Arthur and I speaking of little Harry" she choked out, close to tears "and of him being missing" she added as she accepted the handkerchief Sirius kindly offered.

"I know its hard Molly, but we don't even know where to begin, he could be absolutely anywhere" Sirius replied sadly for he worried that Harry may not even be alive.

"I don't know how best to say this Sirius, but Fred and George think they know where he might be" said Molly knowing full-well Sirius would think her barmy, and perhaps she was.

"Aren't they 4 years old Molly?" Sirius responded, thinking the woman must have gone barmy. She had always been quite level-headed, but of course the war had affected everyone in different ways. Perhaps she had been hit by a bad memory jinx in the last death eater attack.

"Yes I know it sounds mad, but you see Dumbledore isn't quite adept at watching young children" she smiled smugly for she had learnt quite early with the twins that constant vigilance was necessary "and they managed to obtain a substantial amount of information from his office" she added slightly embarrassed "which I of course caught them with later."

"Well I must say I'm impressed with their resourcefulness" Sirius responded, nostalgia returning at the antics which reminded him so much of the marauders in their prime. "But what does any of this have to do with Harry?" he asked more seriously (pardon the pun ;)).

"There was a note, with an address" Molly began "it was a muggle residency but above it a clearly written name: Harry Potter" she answered as she passed Sirius the small clipping she had taken from Dumbledore's notebook.

Sirius read the note a few times before looking up again at Molly "this doesn't make any sense, Dumbledore said himself that Harry was missing".

"I don't know what it means Sirius, I just thought it worth a try" she responded, a hint of scepticism in her voice at the trust Sirius had in Dumbledore.

"No Molly you're right" he responded as he jumped quickly to his feet "thank you so much for bringing this to me". It had been over two months and he had not received a single clue as to where Harry could be, he certainly wasn't about to pass up this chance even if he was putting his faith in a pair of four year olds. "4 Privet Drive, Surrey" he read as he pulled on his outer robe "reckon I can apparate?" he directed towards Molly.

"I don't see why not, though I would suggest keeping this away from Dumbledore, at least for now" she added hesitantly as she walked over to the floo.

"I can't say I disagree Molly, I'll keep you informed if I find anything" he replied as he gently shook her hand. After a brief goodbye and many promises to visit the Burrow, Molly returned home and Sirius apparated to Surrey.