Disclaimer: Two words: Not. Mine. As much as I would love to have HALF as much creative genius as J.K. Rowling or Coldplay... I don't, and have to settle for writing little fanfictions to keep me going.
A/N: Christmas is no doubt my favourite time of the year. I even made a competition on HPFC specifically for Christmas songs. This story is based upon the song lyrics below by Coldplay's song Christmas Lights.
Those Christmas lights
Light up the street
Maybe they bring her back to me
Then all my troubles will be gone
Oh Christmas lights keep shining on
-Christmas Lights by Coldplay
Alone
Scorpius scowled. She had left him. On the day before Christmas, of all days! He raised the bottle to his lips again, tilted it back expectantly. Only a drop of the burning drink hit his lips. He waved his arm to the bartender. "'Nother fiyawiskey." The bartender eyed him warily.
"You sure, mate? You already had seven."
Scorpius nodded furiously, causing the bartender to sigh. It was often that he saw drunks, but none such as the likes of this Malfoy man. He was obviously high class, tall, immaculate. He was broken, though. It was evident he was trying to drink his troubles away. Too many troubles in the world, the bartender thought as he grabbed another bottle of the amber liquid.
Scorpius stumbled in the snow, clutching a half full bottle in his hand. The effects of the alcohol controlled him, causing him to trip over seemingly nothing, sprawling onto the street.
He cursed and stood up, looking down the brightly light street. The docks were just visible from where he stood. He was turning away when something moved in the distance, catching his attention. It seemed to be moving closer. Scorpius stood, transfixed. The blurry figure slowly morphed from a blob into the outline of a woman. He took a swig from his bottle, smirking.
The woman continued to walk towards him, but it wasn't until she was thirty feet away from him that he could discern her features. What he saw shocked him. Deep red hair, piercing hazel eyes that he would recognize anywhere. He fell to his knees, gasping as if she had stabbed a knife into his stomach. She stopped in front of him and crouched down. Carefully, she cupped his face in her delicate, pale hands.
He chocked out her name. The knife twisted sharply in his stomach. "L-lily."
"Oh my, Cedric look! That poor man!" A young woman gasped, tightening her grip on her partner's arm. Cedric casually looked over to where she was pointing. Seeing the blond man lying in the street, he stiffened.
"Come on,Dahlia. There's nothing we can do for him." He said coldly. She looked up at him with big, pleading eyes.
"But look at him! All cold and alone on Christmas! Let's just see if he's awake. We could give him a little money to go somewhere warm. Please, Cedric. In the spirit of Christmas." He sighed, but let Dahlia drag him over to the man in the snow. She carefully bent over him, examining with critical eyes. "He looks... familiar, somehow." This surprised her, and her partner as well. Cedric also crouched over the unconscious man, peering at him curiously.
"Let me see... my word! It's Malfoy! Come on, Dahlia, we better get him inside." They glanced around the street, looking for anyone to help them.
Not a soul was in sight.
