Title: Bells
Anthony stood on the bridge and watched the snow fall. A vicious wind whipped through him, stinging the fresh cuts on his face and arms. He shivered and pulled his scarf tighter around him.
He was desperate to escape, to leave this place and just run. But with Death Eaters and Slytherin Prefects patrolling everywhere, it was impossible. Anthony was reduced to sneaking out to secluded parts of the castle just to be alone.
Bells rang out over the grounds, an incongruously happy Christmas tune. Just at that moment he heard footsteps behind him, and stiffened. A hand landed on his shoulder, pulling him around roughly.
He swore mentally. This would mean another punishment, another scar. But the Prefect hesitated.
"Happy Christmas Goldstein," she muttered, and walked away. Anthony let out a shaky breath.
He never knew her name.