"This is - it's too much - " said Remus, because when was the last time anyone had gotten him a Christmas gift at all? The Christmas before they all died, surely.

But he didn't protest further, because with all of this, the least he could do was show his sincere appreciation, which he did with each gift. All things he remembered, and that he'd had no idea Willy had noticed his attention to. A book, a warm coat that was far more stylish than anything he owned, a box of handmade chocolate truffles...

Eventually there were only two gifts left under the tree, the one wrapped in silver, and one neatly wrapped in brown paper with a bow carefully tied in red ribbon.

Remus looked a touch embarrassed as he handed it to Willy. "It's just something that I made, nothing really compared to all this..."

Inside the box were sheafs of parchment. They had all started blank, but some had hand-drawn, perfectly straight lines for writing; some were mostly blank; some were for sheet music, with lines and carefully drawn musical staffs; some had all three. And each had written in Remus' neat, cursive handwriting: from the soul of Willy Silver.