A/N: Part 2 of my Christmas Carol AU for Amnesia. The Ghost of Christmas Past takes reminds him of the time his love of Christmas dwindled. I had originally planned to put more in this part, but I ended up forgetting and decided to make note of it in the third part. No mistakes, just happy accidents :'D That being said, this is also the shortest part.

Amnesia: The Dark Descent (c) Frictional Games

A Christmas Carol (c) Charles Dickens

Muses used (c) Kaliedo-Star and Bluethemoonwolf

~Christmas Eve, 1833~

Weyer looked around, an old memory coming to him. "Are we... in Holland?"

"That is right, my dear boy," the ghost replied. "This exact day, ten years ago."

1833. This was the year he had first fallen in love with Agrippa, despite the major age difference. Speaking thus, a younger Agrippa walked down the snowy lane and up to the house. Weyer's childhood residence. The front door opened, revealing a 16 year old Weyer. "Herr Agrippa! Nice of you to visit! Merry Christmas!"

Agrippa chuckled, "Merry Christmas, my boy. And you needn't call me that. You can call me Heinrich."

The younger Weyer ushered him inside. The older Weyer soon found himself inside the house, greeted with the view of Agrippa, his younger self, and his family. The woman, his mother, came up to the visitor. "Heinrich Agrippa," her smooth voice flowed, "it is wonderful to see you."

"It is wonderful to see you too, Frau Agnes," he beamed, smiling.

"I almost forgot Heinrich was a friend of my parents," the older Weyer commented, "That was why he visited so often."

"He was also very fond of you," Past added, "as he still is today."

Weyer remembered how awkward it initially felt when he first fell in love with him, given that he was about the same age as his mother and he was friends with both her and his father. It seemed he also forgot that Agrippa's hair had once been that short.

"Johann," his father, Theo, ordered, "head upstairs, get to your studies."

"But Father-"

"No buts, upstairs, now."

Defeated, the younger Weyer slowly trudged upstairs to his room. The older Weyer followed closely behind, seeing his younger self become angry that he's been sent to his room just when the family friend arrived.

"Do you remember?" The ghost appeared before him, standing next to the younger Weyer as he begrudgingly pulled out his schoolwork, mumbling under his breath. "Your father was one reason you've become the way you are now."

Now that he thought about it, Weyer couldn't remember a single instance during Christmastime when his father wasn't so harsh to him. In fact, the only Christmas he could say he truly enjoyed was the first Christmas he spent with Agrippa, just the two of them. Before Daniel, before Dimitri, before Malo. It dawned on him that he missed being alone with his lover. He would be completely content to spend the rest of his life all by himself with only Agrippa as company.

"But... why was only I sent to my room?" In the blink of an eye, he was back downstairs, where his parents, brother, and future lover remained.

"Theo," Agnes pleaded, "you shouldn't be so harsh on him. It's Christmas Eve."

"It doesn't mean he doesn't have homework," he replied, then turned to Agrippa. "Terribly sorry about that, Herr Heinrich. A drink?"

"Oh no no," Agrippa politely declined. "I have a long day ahead of me. I will need my thoughts to be clear."

"Should I go?" his brother, Arnold, asked.

"You are of age now, Arnold," Theo answered. "You may stay as long as you like." Arnold smiled and remained seated.

"Agrippa felt quite bad for how you were treated," Past spoke as the conversation continued without interruption. "It took quite a lot of convincing on his part for your father to allow the two of you to spend time together."

Weyer certainly remembered that. Agrippa had told him of that before when they had gone on their first date.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he was outside at the park. "I remember this place," he reminisced. "I used to come here with friends after my schoolwork and chores were done. That is, as long as it wasn't late." He could see his younger self with his old friends, Hans, Schultz, and Agatha, exchanging Christmas gifts. "Hans always did his best to cheer me up after dealing with my father. Schultz would empathise; he didn't really have a good childhood either. And Agatha..."

"Had a crush on you," the spirit finished his sentence.

"Yes," Weyer replied, "but I didn't feel the same towards her... Heinrich had already taken my heart..."

"And he continues to hold it. Always has, always will."

The ghost was right. Agrippa was his first and only love. Focusing back on his friends, he found that only he and Agatha were there now, Hans and Schultz having already gone home. He could see and hear Agatha confessing her feelings for him, only to be rebuffed by the younger Weyer, who then turned to head home, as he could hear his mother calling for him since it was dinner time. Now he could clearly see how heartbroken the girl was. He felt so terrible for turning her down, but he was only being honest.

"Don't worry," Past spoke up, "she found true happiness later on with Hans."

Weyer whipped around to face the ghost that took on his lover's face. "Agatha and Hans? They married?" It nodded. "Mein Gott..."

"These events started you on the road to what you became. You came to hate Christmas. You came to hate your father. You came to hate being with others in general. I could show you more on this if you wish."

"No!" Weyer cried. "I've seen enough!"

"Even though I've only shown you but a small portion of how you became who you are?"

"I don't care! I know what you mean to show me, I know! I do not wish to see any more."

"As you wish," Past mused and snapped its fingers. Weyer soon saw that he was back in his room and the Ghost of Christmas Past had disappeared.