𝐶𝑅𝐸𝑆𝐶𝐸𝑁𝑇 | Sirius Black

Holiday Blues and the Broken

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Just had I suspected, Grimmauld place During the holidays was well...Grim.

The tree that stood in their family room was hardly decorated and looked generally sad.

There were no family memories from what I could tell around the house or traditions of any sort, there was simply no Christmas Spirit here.

At least if I'd stayed at Hogwarts I'd be welcomed to several 10 foot trees every morning and I wouldn't be feeling so cut off from the world.

Sirius's family never talked to me.

Even Sirius.

He seemed miserable every time I saw him, I suspected his family had something to do with it.

I understood how hard it was knowing that this was the reality of what was supposed to be the season of hope and giving for us.

But he seemed really closed off, it was the same sadness I always felt from him.

I was now sure that it was sourced by his family.

He carried it with him around Hogwarts, but when he was here, he could make snarky comments to his parents all he wanted and act like a confident delinquent during meals but I knew it was draining him.

It really didn't help that Sirius's mother had announced she was hosting their closest family members for a Christmas dinner.

She looked at Sirius and I grudgingly after telling us that we were both expected to be there.

Regulus stared at me coldly every time I saw him, It was really begin to scare me, he looked almost as if he thought I were a puzzle that he was desperately trying to figure out.

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I wanted to seem strong, impenetrable, but I hated being home.

I wished greatly that I was at James's house.

He'd told me on the train that I was always welcome at his, which of course I'd already known, his parents loved me.

I missed Hogwarts more than ever, I wish I could be one of those kids who stayed for the holidays but Mum always insisted Regulus and I come home.

I missed hanging out with my mates in our dorm late at night, pranking unsuspecting students, my spot in the forbidden forest, quidditch games, the underground fight club that Juliet had no idea about and I especially missed full moons with Remus.

I even missed the homework. Because homework was nothing compared to what family dinners at my place were like.

Juliet seemed sad too, it was my fault.

She'd only come back to Grimmauld place for me, she likely didn't want me to be alone on Christmas, however I didn't think she'd anticipated exactly how deprived of happiness my house would be.

I suppose I understood her sadness, she was spending the holidays half the world away from her home.

Not only that but Juliet was alone here, in this darkly decorated house with a bunch of evil supremacists and myself, but even though I was there, I wasn't exactly being the best company.

Now she'd be forced to keep her mouth shut with me at a Black family function and one thing that Juliet and I had in common is that we were too opinionated to enjoy being quiet.

Even death sounded better than the idea of spending another holiday with my Voldemort loving family, along with my psychotic cousin and her rich married sister.