A/N: Well, I shall 'bring the Christmas chapter on dude' as one of my reviewers said. I don't have a lot to say right now, so umm... here is the Christmas chapter! Sorry if everything is a bit rushed, but I need to get to a certain point and I can't have another chapter that was so long it had to be cut up again.

Disclaimer: I don't own any songs Sora sings (I don't know why I keep saying this, because I always seem to have nowhere to put that scene). And I own nothing else.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS BLOOD AND GORE AND ONE HELL OF AN EVIL MUM; DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BEAR IT.

CHAPTER SEVEN: CHRISTMAS AND BEATERS (not quidditch related)

November went by fast. No one mentioned Animagus lessons or Werewolves (except for when they told Peter- who they had to stop from running around screaming). There DADA teacher was replaced by Dumbledore himself until he could get a replacement.

When the first snow of December came in, McGonagall went around with a form to see who was staying for Christmas.

"Staying for the holidays Sirius? Because if you are, want to come to my house instead? My mum and dad won't mind." James said as McGonagall started with Remus at the end of the table.

"No, my mum wrote me an odd letter. 'I need to go home so they could talk to me about something'. I wonder what..." Sirius said the last part to himself, wondering what sort of thing his mum would want to say to him.

A week before Christmas the train came. Sirius sat in silence on the train.

"Young master Black, come with me." Their house elf was waiting for Sirius to come with him to go home. Sirius went with him. After an hour of walking they came to 12 Grimauld place. Sirius walked in slowly, still wondering what his mum wanted to talk to him about.

"Sirius. You were sorted into Gryffindor. You're a disgrace to this family!" a cold voice came from the kitchen. She was wearing oven mitts and holding one of those poles used in a fireplace to move coals around. The tip of it was glowing white, showing how hot it was.

"I can't help if I was sorted into Gryffindor and I didn't want to be a Slytherin anyway, I have friends now. Real friends." Sirius said coldly, eyeing the pole in his mothers' hand.

His mother didn't respond for a moment, than she raised the white-hot pole above her head. "You blood-traitor, creature of filth! HOW DARE YOU?!" It was such a shock that even Sirius didn't see this coming. She brought the pole down across his back. Burning right through his shirt; into his skin. It pushed him into a wall, his face sideways against it. She struck him again, this time in the stomach. He fell to the floor, rolling in pain. She struck again, hitting him flat across the face. He stood up, burns showing all over his body, bleeding from a lot of them.

"STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME YOU BITCH!" He cried through tears, falling to the floor.

His mother just stood there, holding the pole up, ready to attack again. He ran as fast as he could with a burnt leg to his luggage. He took it up and ran out the door.

Sirius took his owl from her cage and wrote a note with one of his burnt hands, practically scribbled, to James. He misspelled a lot of words, but as long as James could read it, it was okay.

James,

I am dun with taling to my mum. Follow owl, help me. Please.

Sirius.

Sirius sent it off. To his surprise, ten minutes later James was running down the street.

"Wow, we live closer together than I- Sirius!" James looked down at Sirius. His clothing was torn from the burning pole and his burns had gotten worse, the snow he was laying on was red with blood. James panicked. He picked Sirius up and ran the ten minutes back to his house, making the luggage follow them.

"James, honey, where have you been?" A sweet voice called from the kitchen of an old Victorian house.

Hazel eyes peeked out from the kitchen, followed by a woman running to James. She had seen Sirius, who was bleeding freely from James's hands to the floor.

"What happened to him? Who is it?" She asked, taking him from James and laying him on the couch, not caring about staining it.

"It's my best friend..." James said Weakley as his mother took a wand out and tried her best to patch up his wounds.

"He needs to go to St. Mungos!" She said, running to her owl.

"Right." James said, looking at Sirius. Sirius was still conscious.

Sirius looked up at James. He felt so weak. "Wait- I don't want to go to the hospital- please, madam pomphery, Hogwarts..." Sirius chocked out. James looked at his mum.

"It's what he wants..." James's mum wrote a letter and sent it off. A half hour later another letter came and James and Sirius were in the fireplace, ready to go to the hospital wing.

"How did it happen?" Madam Pomphery screamed as he arrived, vomiting from nausea.

"A car..." Sirius mumbled, feeling like he was going to die, at least he wasn't where the daily prophet would write about his family.

Madam Pomphery gave him a blood replenishing potion and fixed up his burns as best she could. After about five hours she finally left him and James alone while she went to talk to the headmaster.

"Sirius, man, this had something to do with your mum right?" James said, sitting down next to him.

Sirius looked at him, "No, it was this huge muggle truck. I had a talk with my mum and I went outside and bam!" Sirius said, feeling in no mood to tell the truth.

"Oh, it hurt a lot didn't it-"

"First your eyes, than your skin, we will make you feel born again, no more me my friend." A voice said, sitting up in the bed next to Sirius. It was Sora, and she had a heavily bandaged arm.

"Sora? Why are you here, why aren't you home?" James asked.

"I don't have a home, I'm a street rat. But anyway, you interrupted my poem! ((A/N: It's not hers, but it gave a kid in class nightmares, of course, I have my warning above.))"

"By all means, finish your poem." James said un-interestingly. Sirius had a different opinion.

"You live alone? Are you an orphan?"

"No, I do have a home, and parents, I just don't go there, only during the summer when I have to." Sora answered.

"So you're not a street rat."

"A shiny scalpel in the master's hand, his wife has got the jars for blood; oh she keeps one near..." Sora said, ignoring the question.

Sirius and James looked at each other, than turned away in laughter. A day before Christmas Sirius was finally let out of the hospital wing. He could have gotten out sooner if it wasn't for the fact that he wanted his scars cleared up.

James and Sirius woke up on Christmas day to large piles of presents at the ends of their beds.

"Hey James check this out." Sirius said, he held a card open, that had nothing on it or in it, except for a song coming out;

'The shadows are thick and old I'm searching the dark for my love Behind the Theater of Puppet Shows I find the stairs to the Cellar below

Hiding where the shadows rule A door opens below The Moon is high above 300 pounds of flesh, that woman I know

Oh it's the Puppet Master's wife She pulls a cart behind her "Oh Emerencia", where are you going with that knife?

Time to kill; it's time for her nightly thrill "Oh Emerencia", where are you going with that knife?

Deep in night through the narrowest streets I follow her every step She is searching for innocent victims "Oh Emerencia" In an alley a homeless is sleeping Approaching without a sound... and then... oh no

"How strange it is... to see... a life that slips away How strange it is... in Darkness Blood is Black not Red"

The knife is still deep in his chest Got to keep the Blood in its nest She wraps him in the sack she brought She better leave before she gets caught

Through the streets dark and Old Through the streets, no one must know Only the Moon and I And none of us will ever tell She pulls the body off the cart Back at the Theater, down into the dark "Oh Emerencia", I wonder why you left the door ajar

Deep in night through the narrowest hallways I follow her every step There's a light from a doorway ahead of us Where did she go, where did she go..? Oh no What I see is a Horror Show... then the blow...'

Sirius shut the card, shivering. James laughed nervously.

"Who wants to kill you?" James asked, taking the card and ripping it up so they never had to hear the song again.

"I Dunno, there's a gift with it..." Sirius said, taking out what looked like a very morbid plushie of himself.

"Maybe one of those Goth girls took a fancy to you mate." James said, taking the plushie with interest.

"Well that card gave me a right scare! Another like this and I might have to pop my clogs." Sirius said, taking up his next gift.

The two boys walked downstairs into the common room. The only one there was Sora.

"Hey, coming down to the Christmas feast?" James asked as he walked by her.

"Nope, I don't celebrate Christmas, I'm Jewish." Sora said, unwrapping what looked like her only present. One pence piece.

"Oh, that's...nice..." She said, staring at the coin.

"That muggle money? How much is it worth?" Sirius asked interestedly.

"Less than a knut." Sora said sadly (say that three times fast).

James frowned slightly. Sirius grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the portrait hole.

"Let's go to the feast, it's not nice to pry into peoples personal lives." Sirius said, walking down the corridor.

James nodded and went with Sirius, He ate quickly, and as people were starting to stare at the scar on his face he was not able to get rid of it. He said goodbye to James and headed back to the common room.

When he went back upstairs he plopped into a chair in front of the fire. He heard soft crying noises from the corner and to his surprise he saw Sora sitting there curled up into a ball.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Sirius asked, watching her cry. The pence piece was on the floor in front of her.

Sora looked up.

"My parents don't like magic. They hate it to be more exact. Well, there not my real parents exactly. My mum and dad died in a run in with a truck. I was left to a foster home. They beat me there. Now, are you HAPPY?" Sora said, turning away from him.

Sirius looked at the curled up ball in the corner. He felt such a connection it was unbearable.

"Did you ever dream of someone coming and taking you away from your home? Or running away and coming to some grand land?" He asked Sora quietly.

"Every day, every minute, every hour, every second." Sora answered, wiping her face with her arm.

"Same, it's why my favourite genre in muggle reading is-"

"Fantasy, because anything can happen in the worst of situations." Sora finished for him.

"Yeah..."

"Did I miss something?" James asked, walking in.

"Nope, want to here my Christmas card song again?"


A/N: Okay, I know this chapter is a bit weird, but I needed a weird character to help Sirius cope in later chapters, please R&R! Oh, and don't worry, my next chapter wont be like this at all, in fact, I might say it's the funniest chapter I have ever written.