Disclaimer: Buffy and associated characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. Harry Potter and associated characters belong to J. K. Rowling, etc.
Author Notes: Inspired piece of sappy sweetness in response to TexasAries's cute manip (http://www.tthfanfic.org/Story-16196-8/TexasAries+Infinite+Possibilities.htm) in Infinite Possibilities
Word Count: 465 Words (per MS Word)
The full moon shone brilliantly in the sky over head, the snow lay about deep and crisp over the forest, as the two wolves danced back and forth gracefully darting and running here and there, playing a wild game of chase or tag.
The wind sang it's soft song through the mostly empty woods, while an owl hooted softly from a tree branch overhead as she watched the two wolves in their playful games.
After a good hour or two of chasing one another the two wolves at last came to rest in a clearing, a small simple appearing cottage standing in the clear glade, a plot of earth standing off to one side of the cottage, marked off by a simple wooden fence.
Suddenly the two wolves seemed to shimmer briefly, and then in their place stood two silent men, panting hard to catch their breath. The older red head smiled, as the dark haired younger man at last leaned up against him.
"That was a lot of fun Harry. It's been a long while since I dared let that side of me out to play," Oz offered softly.
"Why do you think I spent so much time working with McGonagall trying to master the animagus transformation then," Harry shot back a smile upon his face. "Not that it's not a bad idea in the first place, but this definitely makes it much more worth while."
Oz just smiled at that and nodded in silent agreement. The years had seen him grow slightly more talkative, but not that much more so. Still Harry managed to fill in for the both of them in that department.
"So what do you think of this place?"
Glancing around Harry took in the sylvan beauty of the forest, under it's coat of winter snow and smiled. "Well it's certainly isolated, but it is lovely here Oz."
"It's ours, if you like it," Oz offered with a small smile.
Taking Harry's hand in his own, he lead him towards the door and gestured for him to open it.
As Harry did, he felt the subtle feel of the wards wash over him and recognize him, and smiled as he turned to face Oz one more. "You had this all planned out didn't you?"
Oz just nodded at that. "Bill helped as well."
Harry sighed and shook his head. "Well I suppose I should be grateful, to the both of you. It's rather obvious that you both know me too well."
Oz just chuckled a little at that. "So shall we check it out to make sure it fits just right," the older man offered with a wink, as he led Harry back towards the bedroom that he'd laid out to both of their tastes and had seen decorated personally.