The Depressing Reality of Christmas - A very Black Christmas

by viv-heart

Christmas isn't merry for everyone. Let's not pretend otherwise. Sometimes you can't help yourself but to hate the holiday as it reminds you of all the things you have lost. But sometimes reminding yourself that you aren't alone with your feelings helps. Stay strong. With Love, your personal Grinch Divided into 3 parts, 6 drabbles each. Canon character death, alcoholism, depression

1. Andromeda

AN: This is a work about people with anything but perfect lives. There are people out there who feel the same way as they do. I wrote this for them. I wrote this for all the people who aren't happy. Who don't have perfect friends and families.

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Andromeda – after she left

Andromeda couldn't sleep. She rolled from one side to the other but it was in vain. Her thoughts were keeping her away. Christmas was tomorrow and it would be the first one since she left her family.

Her eyes fell on Ted who was sleeping peacefully next to her. No, she hadn't left her family. She had chosen one. Somebody who would kick her out because she fell in love with somebody they didn't approve of wasn't family.

But not everybody had that mindset, Andromeda reminded herself. Sirius told her she made the right choice. Cissy didn't care, she just didn't want to lose her sister. And even little Regulus had told her he wanted her to stay. But they were all children. Even Cissy who had turned 16 was not more. They all shoved that hate wasn't in your blood. No. It was learned.

Andromeda took a deep breath. She was wondering how they were doing. All of them. She was sure Narcissa was being watched closely while Bellatrix enjoyed the praise she had always wanted. Her union with Lestrange surely brought her that.

Sirius was probably getting into even more trouble than before. He had been the black sheep of the family since he had been sorted into Gryffindor. The black Sheep of the Black family. How ironic, Andromeda thought. Did anybody still expect him to become the head of the house or were they waiting till he left?

Then the duties would fall to Regulus. Sweet little Regulus who was so easily influenced. Who they all wanted to influence. The scarred little boy who admired his brother more than he would ever admit while fearing his mother too much.

Andromeda startled when a hand fell on hers. She turned to see that Ted was awake. "Thinking about your family again?" he asked, his voice heavy with sleep.

Andromeda nodded and he sighed before leaning over and kissing her forehead.