Gifts and Graveyards.

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Christmas is supposed to be a happy time...filled with family traditions and decorations. Family and friends gathered together around a tall evergreen tree decorated in tinsel and ornaments with a gentle angel on top. There would be presents in a mound underneath it and people exchanging thank you's and gushing over the random non sense they received. At least that's what my Christmas's' were always like...

My mother would make a delicious Christmas lunch with all of me and my sisters favorite foods. My father would be watching Christmas movies on the television, while me and nymph baked cookies in the shapes of Santa clauses and Christmas trees. We would exchange our presents that night, and would rarely go to sleep early due to everyone messing with the gifts they had gotten. I had always loved Christmas...

This year was different...at least last year I had my mother, but she wasnt exactly in the right frame of mind...and she died two months later. But this year, all I felt was grief... Today was Christmas morning, and instead of being excited and running out or my room like I had so many years before...I was standing in a graveyard, with two white roses in my hand.

I wore the simple black dress that I wore to my fathers memorial service..My hair was blowing freely in the wind behind me. My knee high boots were now covered in the wet snow that gracefully fell from the sky's. And on any other day I would have appreciated its beauty, but not today...

There was moisture falling against my cheek, but it wasn't snow...it was my tears. Tears freely fell from my brown eyes as I stared upon the ivory gravestones of Ted Tonks and Andromeda Black...

"Hi Daddy..." I said as I fell to my knees and gently brushed the snow flakes off of his name plate. I placed a single rose under his name and sat back against my heels. "I know you cant hear me...But I miss you so much" I said as I sniffed and wiped away the salty tears. "I promise you...If I ever meet the mangy werewolf who did that to you....ill make him regret it" I said and let out a quiet sob. I ran my fingers through my hair and kissed the bottom of his headstone before standing. "Merry Christmas Daddy" I whispered.

Before I reached the grave beside his belonging to my mother, I felt a patch of fur rubbing against my leg. I looked down and there was a short scruffy black dog rubbing its snout against my thigh. "Hey Sirius" I said with a sad smile and reached out a gently pat his head. He ran forward and layed down beside my mothers headstone, he gave a slight whimper before resting his head on his front paws.

I shook my head at my cousin before letting out a sigh. I bent down and placed the second rose beside her head stone and just silently stared at it. There were so many different things I wish I could say to my mother, so many questions I wish I could ask..But I know I would never get to. I wish I could ask her why she decided to leave me and my sister...leaving me practically orphaned. "You know there isn't anyone around, Sirius.." I said with a slight chuckle. "Padfoot" looked at me before leaping back into his human form.

"That's better" I whispered as he stood by my side. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and kissed the side of my head. "You ok?" he asked quietly. I just shook my head, "No...I don't think I will ever be ok with this..." I said as I wiped the snow off of her grave. "It will get easier over time.. you have me, and your sister. You have all of the Weasley's who think of you as family, you even have Draco...you aren't alone baby cousin"

"I know, i just hate that she chose to leave me like that" I said sniffling as more tears fell from my eyes. Sirius just took me in a tight embrace, being much shorter than him he just rested his head on top of mine. "Everyone's waiting for you.. your sister said you would be here" he said kissing the top of my head. I nodded my head and we pulled away, and we linked hands ready to apperate back to Grimmauld place. "Thanks Sirius" I said smiling, he returned it before we turned on the spot and I soon felt like I was being sucked through a tube...

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