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It hadn't stopped snowing in days. Sirius hadn't slept all night, he just sat by the cold fireplace. Eyes empty and skin pale, mind screaming. He wasn't just scared, he was terrified. It was the Christmas eve morning, and the train to London would leave at noon.
Everyone else had waited for this day, to see their families. They were excited, smiling. Happy. But Sirius would have done anything to stay at Hogwarts.

Regulus wasn't feeling that jolly either, as he sat on the edge of his bed in the Slytherin dorms. He had a terrible headache, and he hadn't even heard his mother's annoyed and mean screeching yet. Malfoy had threatened him the other day, saying that Regulus would have to pay for his brother's little act. By that, Lucius had meant the fight. Regulus had tried his best not to smile as he saw the bruise that made Malfoy's fair skin look quite terrible, but later on he realized how bad things would get.
Orion would most likely to hear about the scandal of his disappointment of a son hitting Lucius Malfoy. He would hear it from Abraxas Malfoy, because Lucius was a chicken shit who ran to owl his daddy the moment Pomfrey got the nosebleed to dry up.
Malfoys and Blacks, along with Lestranges, were the three most powerful and respected british pure-blood families. Orion would be furious, he would lose his shit, and obivously punish Sirius for the "mistake" he had made. It wasn't a bloody mistake what the dark haired boy had done though, it was pure justice.

There were lazy thuds in the stairs. Sirius woke up from his thoughts, ones that were so horrible that he almost wanted to cry. It was James in the stairs, in his red pajama pants and quidditch tee (he slept in it, wore it under his school uniform, probably even shovered with it. The smell was disgusting.).
"No sleep, huh?"
The boy asked as he collapsed on the sofa. Sirius looked at him with a dour expression.
"Merry Christmas eve Pads. I know it's gonna be all but merry, actually, but you know what I mean. You can get trough this."
James spoke, still half asleep. And he obivously had no idea what he was talking about. Going home wasn't just mental abuse anymore. It was also physical. And Sirius was in such a fraigle state already, he was almost certain that he would completely break down during those few weeks of holidays.

On the breakfast table, Remus' hand kept wandering under the table. His fingers tangled together with Sirius' cold ones, but they kept quiet. Remus felt like his heart was stuck in his throat. He was afraid of the weeks to come. The shorter boy's plate was empty. Remus only ate the chocolate pudding that was for dessert, he never really enjoyed Hogwarts' Christmas eve breakfasts. The great hall was a mess full of screaming and excited kids.
Pete, obivously, was in his element. Sitting in a table filled with christmas food. He was at least a little happy.
James ate a bit, but he wasn't really hungry. His stomach felt odd as he worried over his best friend.
It was an unpleasant breakfast for everyone.
In the Slytherin table, Regulus tried not to pay attention to Malfoy's gang, all six of them trying to mess with the food on his plate with jinxes. At some point, after Crabbe spelled his pumpkin juice into toilet water (a surprising move, Regulus was honestly quite shocked that the pig looking boy could even read. He also was pretty sure that the jinx working was an accident), he got up from his seat and went to pack.

It was tiring, the constant bullshit that he got from the older Slytherins. And the fear of going home only to witness his father beating up his brother.

But there he stood, a couple of hours later in the Hogwarts train station. Looking at how the red front of the train speeded to the stop trough the light snowfall.
His cheeks felt frosty. Lugs empty.
And he watched how Sirius and his friends stood there too, somewhere a little further away in the mass of smiling students. They were easy to spot, because none of them was laughing. They were all grave and silent, standing together under the Hogsmeade station clock.