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The young teen had been through a lot. He was fairly young and he was sure that he had fought more battles than almost all other people his age. He had seen so much and carried with him so much. However the tragedies that surrounded his life were not the things that he let define him. Through everything the boy had never lost one very crucial thing, hope. The belief that things would get better, and it was still what kept him going, well that and one other thing. The act of hoping had carried through this boy like else had. It was the constant in his life. Whenever he lost hope, or forgot it for some time, things would go more south than he would ever care to admit to. But he was working on it, keeping up hope and keeping up the aspirations of a better tomorrow. A better world that he could wake up to, this always seemed like a very tall order for him to ask of the folks around him, but he was happy to. Because like them he strived to do better, to be better. It was why despite everything he had been through, everything he had suffered and seen, he was still fighting. Every time something, or someone knocked him down he got back up and kept going. The mixture of hope and strength being strong enough within to keep him alive. The boy was a lot stronger than he gave himself credit for. A part of him, the part that spoke more dominantly told him that what he had lived through anyone could. People were strong in general, and he could be as strong as they might've been in his situation. He didn't see that a lot of people would have never made it. That a lot of people would not have done better, would've caved. Never for Stefan. Through everything, he just kept going. Of course, still throughout his life until that very day, there had been times when the young teen thought he would never be able to get back up. That standing wasn't worth the fight he was putting up. He was glad he had stuck it out. He wasn't in the best situation currently but he knew that it could also be a lot worse. He had off days, he had days where, no matter how much hope and strength he could muster up he still didn't want to have to get out of his make-shift bed. But the days of truly feeling like nothing more than a speck were gone. He still had a long battle ahead, everything he had been through would stay with him the rest of his life, but he was sure that with the right people, and the right factors from there on out, things could really only improve. And along with that, he had one thing he knew would help him. One person that had been there for him when he thought he'd pushed them all away. A girl he was happy to say was his girlfriend. The first person he truly loved, and he was sure the first person to have ever loved him back.
It was the holidays, the Christmas holidays and Stefan knew this from the fact it was warmer, and that the local town had little bits of decoration up. He wasn't feeling overly festive. The boy had no fond memories of the holiday. He didn't really know of its existence when he had first gone to school. It had never factored into his life, his father had made sure of that. Which had made the first conversations following the break difficult for the young boy who had been adjusting to a half normal life. He hadn't ever really spent a Christmas in the sense that others had. He had never believed in a Santa Claus, and he had never received gifts on that day. Even in the foster family, they hadn't celebrated it with Stefan. The former Slytherin had not been invited to the festivities. He was however keen to create some better memories of the holiday. In the weeks leading up to it, he had done a lot of reading. Trying to figure out what Christmas meant, what it stood for, what you were meant to do for such an occasion. There had been a lot of information, but one thing had been clear, the holidays, no matter what denomination you could be, it was about family, friends, those you cared about. Which had left poor Stefan feeling a little lonely. The boy had then remembered one little thing, Kate. She was one of the core people he cared about, and one of the only people he'd be willing to spend his first real Christmas with. However, preparing to do such a thing had been hard. For one, At the time Stefan hadn't had any money. But, he'd done a few odd jobs for the folks in the local town and gotten a bit of money from them. Not an awful lot but enough to buy a few things. More food, Kate wasn't used to his minimal sort diet, and he was feeling fairly hungry. But nothing that needed electricity, because he didn't have any of that. He'd also managed to buy a few Christmas type things, lights(though there was nothing to power them), baubles and tinsel. Of course he had gone to a second hand store and asked many questions about the colours and if they would match on a tree. He had even managed to get Kate a very small something. The only thing he had been missing by the end was a tree. The tree he ended up finding in someone else's bins as he was exiting the town. It was a half broken tree only standing at half a metre off the ground. He assumed it was green in colour, and was right to make that assumption. The last thing he really needed was to be sure Kate would come. His first real Christmas would be fine alone, but he desired Kate to be there. He did also realise that she might've just gone home, back to England and had no way of getting to him. She had her only family, why she'd want to spend it alone with him instead of with them was asking a lot.
At the first light of dawn, on what was the 25th of December Stefan was up. He had spent the previous evening tidying up. Though he was living alone in his own home, it was abandoned and it was pretty run down. He lived mostly in the main living area and kitchen, but he had to make everything better. He made sure there were no bits of broken glass, no splinters. He couldn't get rid of the stains, or the dents in the walls. Most of the furniture he'd moved into the empty room that had once been a dining room. He was sure. The main living room had a mattress on the ground beside an old worn sofa, a table and a few chairs in the corner, and very small book shelf in the other corner. It had large windows, though one was boarded up, and the others let in a draft if it was very windy. The floor was carpet, and had many very old, dried in blood stains. Some of the newer ones Stefan had been made to clean after they had happened. Generally while he was still bleeding from the wounds. Not many of those were left. He had tidied most of the boxes of his father's belongings into the corner. The upstairs was left mostly untouched. Nothing he really thought would give so much away. Maybe his old room. There the glass was mostly gone, not boarded up. A small bed with a thin mattress and thinner sheets on top. Many stains and dents, the wardrobe in a dire state of repair. Paint peeling. Generally just not a nice room. But this was not where he had spent a lot of his time. Not surprisingly it was the place he'd spent the least of time. And avoided it at all costs. That morning, on the 25th December, he had gladly woken up in the main living area and had done the finishing touches to the tree. He had put the lights on, and the tinsel and the baubles. When he was pleased with his work, he found scraps of paper and cello tape and wrapped her gift. Now all he needed was for her to join him. Five days before, he had written her a letter, he'd been in the local library and had gotten his home address. He had checked the date and written her a letter. He hadn't said much in the letter. Just a very simple, I would very much like to spend the holidays with you. Spend a first Christmas. He had given her a time and a date, and a place. However he had also said, he'd meet her over half way. His house as it turned out was a good 45 minute walk from the small town. It was down a little street and had a lot of trees blocking it from view. He had told her to follow the road, until she saw him. He would wait at the turn off, which would be a short ten minute walk from his current place. He would give her four hours, if she didn't turn up by then, he would know she wasn't coming. He just really hoped she would.
Once everything was in place, and the boy was happy with his handy work, he put on his shoes and headed out the door. He had keys, and he used them, though the door was very weak. In his house there was nothing of value. The house was the last thing that his father had owned. He had paid it off, and With the way it worked out, when Stefan hit eighteen the place would be more legally his. Though he hoped by then he would have the opportunity to move out. The Christmas morning was turning out to be a fairly lovely one. The sun was rising in the sky, and it was actually fairly warm, a good thing. Stefan had taken great care in washing his clothes and looking smart. He was dressed very casually. He didn't really do smart. He didn't have the clothes, or the money to buy the clothes to do smart. However, Stefan was out without his jumper. It was warm, and he didn't need to wear one. It was Kate. And there was nothing new. His arms were a patchwork of old fading scars, of large and small burns. The palm of his left hand still having the large scar across it. The one that he had gotten, when he had cut the tomatoes too thickly. But for her he didn't mind. He was still stick thin, but for Kate he didn't want to hide. He felt ashamed for everything he had let his father, and the foster family do to him, but he didn't want to hide it from her anymore. Hiding had gotten him nowhere. Stefan walked the short walk to the end of the street and sat down. He was an hour before he had told her, but he would rather be early than late. He just hoped she'd find her way. He just wished she was coming. After all if he could spend his first Christmas with the girl he was in love with, his belief that things could get better would be completely confirmed. His hope had been answered.
It was the holidays, the Christmas holidays and Stefan knew this from the fact it was warmer, and that the local town had little bits of decoration up. He wasn't feeling overly festive. The boy had no fond memories of the holiday. He didn't really know of its existence when he had first gone to school. It had never factored into his life, his father had made sure of that. Which had made the first conversations following the break difficult for the young boy who had been adjusting to a half normal life. He hadn't ever really spent a Christmas in the sense that others had. He had never believed in a Santa Claus, and he had never received gifts on that day. Even in the foster family, they hadn't celebrated it with Stefan. The former Slytherin had not been invited to the festivities. He was however keen to create some better memories of the holiday. In the weeks leading up to it, he had done a lot of reading. Trying to figure out what Christmas meant, what it stood for, what you were meant to do for such an occasion. There had been a lot of information, but one thing had been clear, the holidays, no matter what denomination you could be, it was about family, friends, those you cared about. Which had left poor Stefan feeling a little lonely. The boy had then remembered one little thing, Kate. She was one of the core people he cared about, and one of the only people he'd be willing to spend his first real Christmas with. However, preparing to do such a thing had been hard. For one, At the time Stefan hadn't had any money. But, he'd done a few odd jobs for the folks in the local town and gotten a bit of money from them. Not an awful lot but enough to buy a few things. More food, Kate wasn't used to his minimal sort diet, and he was feeling fairly hungry. But nothing that needed electricity, because he didn't have any of that. He'd also managed to buy a few Christmas type things, lights(though there was nothing to power them), baubles and tinsel. Of course he had gone to a second hand store and asked many questions about the colours and if they would match on a tree. He had even managed to get Kate a very small something. The only thing he had been missing by the end was a tree. The tree he ended up finding in someone else's bins as he was exiting the town. It was a half broken tree only standing at half a metre off the ground. He assumed it was green in colour, and was right to make that assumption. The last thing he really needed was to be sure Kate would come. His first real Christmas would be fine alone, but he desired Kate to be there. He did also realise that she might've just gone home, back to England and had no way of getting to him. She had her only family, why she'd want to spend it alone with him instead of with them was asking a lot.
At the first light of dawn, on what was the 25th of December Stefan was up. He had spent the previous evening tidying up. Though he was living alone in his own home, it was abandoned and it was pretty run down. He lived mostly in the main living area and kitchen, but he had to make everything better. He made sure there were no bits of broken glass, no splinters. He couldn't get rid of the stains, or the dents in the walls. Most of the furniture he'd moved into the empty room that had once been a dining room. He was sure. The main living room had a mattress on the ground beside an old worn sofa, a table and a few chairs in the corner, and very small book shelf in the other corner. It had large windows, though one was boarded up, and the others let in a draft if it was very windy. The floor was carpet, and had many very old, dried in blood stains. Some of the newer ones Stefan had been made to clean after they had happened. Generally while he was still bleeding from the wounds. Not many of those were left. He had tidied most of the boxes of his father's belongings into the corner. The upstairs was left mostly untouched. Nothing he really thought would give so much away. Maybe his old room. There the glass was mostly gone, not boarded up. A small bed with a thin mattress and thinner sheets on top. Many stains and dents, the wardrobe in a dire state of repair. Paint peeling. Generally just not a nice room. But this was not where he had spent a lot of his time. Not surprisingly it was the place he'd spent the least of time. And avoided it at all costs. That morning, on the 25th December, he had gladly woken up in the main living area and had done the finishing touches to the tree. He had put the lights on, and the tinsel and the baubles. When he was pleased with his work, he found scraps of paper and cello tape and wrapped her gift. Now all he needed was for her to join him. Five days before, he had written her a letter, he'd been in the local library and had gotten his home address. He had checked the date and written her a letter. He hadn't said much in the letter. Just a very simple, I would very much like to spend the holidays with you. Spend a first Christmas. He had given her a time and a date, and a place. However he had also said, he'd meet her over half way. His house as it turned out was a good 45 minute walk from the small town. It was down a little street and had a lot of trees blocking it from view. He had told her to follow the road, until she saw him. He would wait at the turn off, which would be a short ten minute walk from his current place. He would give her four hours, if she didn't turn up by then, he would know she wasn't coming. He just really hoped she would.
Once everything was in place, and the boy was happy with his handy work, he put on his shoes and headed out the door. He had keys, and he used them, though the door was very weak. In his house there was nothing of value. The house was the last thing that his father had owned. He had paid it off, and With the way it worked out, when Stefan hit eighteen the place would be more legally his. Though he hoped by then he would have the opportunity to move out. The Christmas morning was turning out to be a fairly lovely one. The sun was rising in the sky, and it was actually fairly warm, a good thing. Stefan had taken great care in washing his clothes and looking smart. He was dressed very casually. He didn't really do smart. He didn't have the clothes, or the money to buy the clothes to do smart. However, Stefan was out without his jumper. It was warm, and he didn't need to wear one. It was Kate. And there was nothing new. His arms were a patchwork of old fading scars, of large and small burns. The palm of his left hand still having the large scar across it. The one that he had gotten, when he had cut the tomatoes too thickly. But for her he didn't mind. He was still stick thin, but for Kate he didn't want to hide. He felt ashamed for everything he had let his father, and the foster family do to him, but he didn't want to hide it from her anymore. Hiding had gotten him nowhere. Stefan walked the short walk to the end of the street and sat down. He was an hour before he had told her, but he would rather be early than late. He just hoped she'd find her way. He just wished she was coming. After all if he could spend his first Christmas with the girl he was in love with, his belief that things could get better would be completely confirmed. His hope had been answered.