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Door #1
The first of December. It had come so soon. The house stood in the cold empty grounds as the first few flakes of snow began to fall. All the windows were dark; light shone in just one, high up on the west side. A figure sat in the window, staring out into the world but seeing none of it. White-blonde head resting on thin pale arms which hugged round a slender body covered in elegant robes of black, embroidered with delicate silver thread. Grey eyes like storm clouds filled with crystal tears that meandered down the soft white cheeks. No heed was paid to them and they were allowed to drip down onto the wooden windowsill. Tears of sorrow. Tears for a loss that seemed too great to be borne.
Christmas would come late to Malfoy Manor this year. If it came at all.