HL one shots + asks

Ask: What if a male mc took the boys home for Christmas?

A Warmer Christmas

Sebastian was lonely.

Lonelier than the lone snowman who stood in the middle of his small village as the wind whipped the icy snow into its misshapen face.

Lonelier than that lone mongrel who howled outside his house every night, making him quake.

Lonelier than the new fifth year when Professor Fig died at the hand of Ranrok.

Lonelier than even Ominis from where he wrote grim letters from the eerie Gaunt Manor.

At least they still either had family or someone who cared.

Even the snowman.

Sebastian had no one, no one.

Anne hadn't spoken to him since the incident with his uncle months ago. Not even a letter. All that was left of her was that one small note that was now yellow and worn from how many times he read it by the light of the weak candle which flickered at his bedside during the many hours he lay awake, counting the beams on his ceiling so he wouldn't sink into the sleep where nightmares awaited him.

He didn't accept the invitation to dinner from Issac, or any of his other neighbors. No, none of them understood how he wanted the silence. It gave him time to think of his failures, his loss. And how he must change. He didn't forget about Anne either, no. Many books lay open, scattered on the floor. All the ones he had found in his uncle's shed that had stayed locked to him for so long until that special fifth year opened it after his uncle's death. He read them over and over, hoping to find answers. But none came. He just sat there, alone, in the silence. But now he knew Solomon hadn't given up, that Solomon had cared. That he had a loving uncle, just broken... like him.

Mc's letters had been coming lately by the droves, owls waiting outside his house for an answer, feathers flying as he shooed them away.

They all read a similar message but the last one bore a threat.

"Come join me for Christmas mate! It will be a great time!"

Ps: stop ignoring me or I'll have Om sick a snake down your pants.

Best,

Mc

Although it sounded great Sebastian didn't respond. He couldn't. He didn't deserve the love Mc had shown him. He had deserved Azkaban, no matter what they said.

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Ominis was lonely.

The big dark house had been cold and gloomy. Gloomier than the winds that made the windows rattle, more frigid and sharp than the hail that would make Marvolo swear and curse in parseltongue when he couldn't visit the nearby hamlets to find a new muggle to play with.

Worst of all he hadn't heard from his best friend in months. He was worried, worried sick about him. In his letters to Anne, he urged her to reach out to her brother, to check in on him. But she refused. And Sebastian called him stubborn. The Sallow family were the most bloody stubborn people he knew. Besides, Mc of course.

Ominis hadn't always liked Mc. Mc was reckless and encouraged Sebastian's dim-witted plans from day one. But as Ominis got to know him his opinion changed. Mc was brave, selfless, smart, and mature for a 15-year-old boy. Yes, he had his moments, like when he tried to ride his Graphorn into the school grounds to show off to the stuck-up Leander Prewett and nearly got expelled by Headmaster Black. That was one of the only occasions Ominis didn't mind his position as a Gaunt, for his threats had Phineas forgetting it ever even happened.