So this is going to be a revised attempt on my story thing last year...which failed. Horribly.
Basically like an advent calender, except instead of chocolates you get stories!
We'll see how long this last this year... ;)
I don't own Harry Potter.
It was the first day of December.
The air was brisk and cold, the sun was shining high in the sky and the snow pilled itself high along the castle walls. Sirius could already feel the chill beginning to settle itself within his bones and it had nothing to do with the temperature outside the castle.
Actually it had more to do with the letter sitting in front of him.
Crisp white parchment and an elegant black script.
His mother's handwriting...
Sirius liked to pretend he was brave. He was after all a Gryffindor…but Sirius knew he wasn't brave, he wasn't strong, he wasn't courageous. Most of his daring acts, his reckless behavior was fueled by fear.
Because most of the time Sirius was afraid, most of the time he was scared shitless. But he had long ago realized that just because he was scared, the world wasn't going to stop and give him time to collect himself or figure things out. He just had to go with it.
And so he did.
Because Sirius wasn't brave. Ever. He was a coward...and right now he felt more like a coward than he ever had in his life.
The sound of the thick parchment being torn filled the silent classroom and Sirius carefully unfolded the letter.
Due to your unfortunate choice of houses Sirius, you are not welcome in ours. Do not return home for Christmas.
Walburga Black
Sirius liked to pretend he was brave…but right now he couldn't even…
Thick tears formed at the edge of his eyes but he refused to let them fall.
Who said he gave a fuck if he went back home for break?
But that one word said it all…home...
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