A/N: I think I might have scared a few people being so serious. ~Blink~
I've never done that before. And a couple of grammatical mistakes. Sorry
'bout that too…
Christmas at Potter hall had never been so dim during Christmas. The Christmas tree was plain, as no one had even taken the time to decorate it. Even the forty-eight house elves seemed down and depressed. Gwen now spent most of her time between James, their father and just standing on the balcony in her room and looking at the life below. Sirius came over on Christmas afternoon.
"Afternoon Gwen," he said. She looked down on him from the top of the staircase.
"To put it with one of your lines, "Venus smiles not in a house of tears". So what do you want Si?" Asked Gwen, wrapping her robe tighter around herself and staring at him with dull eyes.
"Just came to wish you a… Merry Christmas. Though it doesn't look like one will be happening here very soon," said Sirius. "I hope you don't mind your majestic princess that I came. Also, I'm sorry for being such a jerk earlier this year."
"Very well, I accept your apology, but this doesn't mean I'm going to go out with you again Padfoot," replied Gwen.
"Ah… bloody hell. It didn't work," said Sirius sarcastically. "All I wanted was for you to stop calling me names every ten minutes. Half of them in Latin at that."
"James is probably out back," replied Gwen. "I'm off to other duties. Mainly telling the house elves they can go back to working in the kitchen while I take care of Dad." She started to walk off.
"Also," said Sirius, having her stop. "I'm sorry about your dad. I am not going to say I know how you feel, but I would like to wish you the best and… wanted you to know that I'm here for you. Both you and James." He smiled and then walked off to find James.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The two Death Eaters returned, looking down trodden. "He's not going to be happy… we couldn't even find the bloody brats," said one.
"Murder!" Replied the other.
(In other words, I put the Death eaters in to scare a few of yous. ~snicker~)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Charles Potter died just before the clock struck midnight for the New Year.
Gwen stood on her balcony, letting the cool wind blow her hair around silently as she stared solemnly at the muggles driving pass the house. She couldn't even speak for fear of falling over and sobbing hysterically. Instead of listening to all the people happily celebrating the New Year, she crossed the huge house and went into an empty room where she could watch James who had gone down into the snow with his Nimbus. She couldn't tell from where she was exactly what he was doing. Probably crying his eyes out with what seemed to be his best friend now. Gwen decided to go down and bring him back in before he caught his death in the cold wind.
"Come back in James. The only thing you'll find out her is pneumonia, and I don't need you sick right now," she said and tugged on his arm. He didn't budge any. "Come on before I tell Lily about your lovely bedsheets…" That seemed to get his attention enough for her to drag him inside. "Dear Lord… You're practically soaked to the bone as it is!" he made no reply, and just let her take him to the bathroom across from James' room. "You're taking your own shower 'cause I'm definitely not going to help you there." She closed the door behind him.
An hour later, when James didn't show up, Gwen slightly feared he had drowned himself, but he finally made an appearance downstairs. "How do you stay so brave when the rest of the world seems to be falling apart?" Asked James.
"It's probably having to do with how I was brought up with all the bloody Death Eaters," replied Gwen. "And if you get sick now, I'm gonna have to make you sicker and curse you."
"Very well Professor," said James.
(A/N: Review or I shall send my Dementor after you! ~Puts on her ring~ You can't SEEEEEEEEE me!!!!!!! Yeah… so push the button and review.)
Christmas at Potter hall had never been so dim during Christmas. The Christmas tree was plain, as no one had even taken the time to decorate it. Even the forty-eight house elves seemed down and depressed. Gwen now spent most of her time between James, their father and just standing on the balcony in her room and looking at the life below. Sirius came over on Christmas afternoon.
"Afternoon Gwen," he said. She looked down on him from the top of the staircase.
"To put it with one of your lines, "Venus smiles not in a house of tears". So what do you want Si?" Asked Gwen, wrapping her robe tighter around herself and staring at him with dull eyes.
"Just came to wish you a… Merry Christmas. Though it doesn't look like one will be happening here very soon," said Sirius. "I hope you don't mind your majestic princess that I came. Also, I'm sorry for being such a jerk earlier this year."
"Very well, I accept your apology, but this doesn't mean I'm going to go out with you again Padfoot," replied Gwen.
"Ah… bloody hell. It didn't work," said Sirius sarcastically. "All I wanted was for you to stop calling me names every ten minutes. Half of them in Latin at that."
"James is probably out back," replied Gwen. "I'm off to other duties. Mainly telling the house elves they can go back to working in the kitchen while I take care of Dad." She started to walk off.
"Also," said Sirius, having her stop. "I'm sorry about your dad. I am not going to say I know how you feel, but I would like to wish you the best and… wanted you to know that I'm here for you. Both you and James." He smiled and then walked off to find James.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The two Death Eaters returned, looking down trodden. "He's not going to be happy… we couldn't even find the bloody brats," said one.
"Murder!" Replied the other.
(In other words, I put the Death eaters in to scare a few of yous. ~snicker~)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Charles Potter died just before the clock struck midnight for the New Year.
Gwen stood on her balcony, letting the cool wind blow her hair around silently as she stared solemnly at the muggles driving pass the house. She couldn't even speak for fear of falling over and sobbing hysterically. Instead of listening to all the people happily celebrating the New Year, she crossed the huge house and went into an empty room where she could watch James who had gone down into the snow with his Nimbus. She couldn't tell from where she was exactly what he was doing. Probably crying his eyes out with what seemed to be his best friend now. Gwen decided to go down and bring him back in before he caught his death in the cold wind.
"Come back in James. The only thing you'll find out her is pneumonia, and I don't need you sick right now," she said and tugged on his arm. He didn't budge any. "Come on before I tell Lily about your lovely bedsheets…" That seemed to get his attention enough for her to drag him inside. "Dear Lord… You're practically soaked to the bone as it is!" he made no reply, and just let her take him to the bathroom across from James' room. "You're taking your own shower 'cause I'm definitely not going to help you there." She closed the door behind him.
An hour later, when James didn't show up, Gwen slightly feared he had drowned himself, but he finally made an appearance downstairs. "How do you stay so brave when the rest of the world seems to be falling apart?" Asked James.
"It's probably having to do with how I was brought up with all the bloody Death Eaters," replied Gwen. "And if you get sick now, I'm gonna have to make you sicker and curse you."
"Very well Professor," said James.
(A/N: Review or I shall send my Dementor after you! ~Puts on her ring~ You can't SEEEEEEEEE me!!!!!!! Yeah… so push the button and review.)