It was cold. That's all I could say. The air was cold, my body was cold, and my heart was cold. It was Christmas day, though it didn't feel like Christmas. Though I could rarely feel anything here. Where ever here was. I once knew where I was, but now I seemed to be caught in a slit in time.
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like back at home. My wife and son would be sitting around the fire, sheltered from the snow that fell gracefully onto the ground. My son would beg me to come out of my study and join them – so I would. We would then open presents with each other. But it was never the presents that made Christmas such a special day. It was the joy in my son's face he had. It was the gleaming light on my wife's eyes and how she laughed as our son ripped open the wrappings without so much of a care.
A loud banging on the bars of the cell brought me back to reality. I looked up to see a guard pushing my food under a small gap in the door. I scrambled to the food and gulped it down. Sure it was no pork roast or Christmas turkey, but I rarely ever got food here, and when I did it was just a small glass of water to keep me just alive. I was hard to keep track of time here, minutes felt like years and seconds felt like decades. I only knew it was Christmas after overhearing a guard talk about it. I suddenly felt my face been ripped off. I fell to the ground screaming. Everything was dreadful, there was no pain, only sorrow, if it weren't Christmas I almost would have left myself slip, let myself go, to never breathe again, but the thought of my family kept me going. For now.
Mother and I sat by the fire, though neither of us was warm.
"Do you want to open the presents now?" Mother asked.
I shook my head.
"Do you want to get something to eat?" she asked.
I shook my head again.
"Are you okay?" she asked me.
I turned to her with tears swelling in my eyes.
"It's not the same.'' I said, trying not to cry, "it's not the same without him, here."
A tear fell onto my cheek but I didn't bother to wipe it away.
Mother walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me.
Tears kept coming and now I didn't try to stop them.
"I'm so sorry Draco, I truly am." She sad, now crying, herself.