A/N: Peter drowns his Christmas sorrows in Snape's alcohol. Set in a Winter after Sirius' death. I decided to go dark with the prompt instead of family and fluffy.
Submission for:
New Years Millionaire Fanfiction Resolutions & Goals Competition!: Least favorite character - Peter
Countdown to Christmas Drabble/Oneshot Competition!: Day 16 - Christmas presents
Connect the Death Eaters Challenge: Peter Pettigrew/Severus Snape
The Build-A-Bear Challenge: Choose your animal - Bear: Write about a Gryffindor.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Peter sat in the drafty kitchen, listening to the wind howl and the wooden jalousies hitting against the side of the peeling house. He had to hide out here in the chill of Spinner's End while the man himself stayed in Hogwarts castle all warm and toasty.
Peter scowled as he thought back on his life. Right now, he was nothing more than a servant, treated worse than a house-elf in the man's home. This is what he grew up to be? This is what he worked hard for? This is what he threw away his wonderful life of friends and family for? This is what he killed his friends for?
He rose from the table and walked over to Snape's kitchen cabinets, hoping for something, anything, to stave those thoughts away.
He was in lucky. In the back of one of Snape's cabinets over the dirty counters and the blackened stove was a forgotten bottle of whiskey. It was probably a Christmas present if the worn Christmas ribbon with cartoon candy-canes around the neck was any indication.
Peter walked back to the table and pulled the bottle open. Snape wouldn't care about a forgotten liquor bottle.
Peter looked about the dark room, lit only by the light of a lone candle before him. There was no Christmas here, no tree, no presents, no one. Just him.
"Merry Christmas to me," Peter said sourly as he took a swig.