It was a cold Christmas evening. Snow was falling everywhere, creating a nice and cozy atmosphere. Small Christmas decorations such as mistletoe and lights hung in store windows and outside, made the scenery even more magical.

You walked through the streets, happily taking in the scenery while Lucius trailed behind you, not particularly happy with the idea of walking in this weather, mumbling the occasional comment about the scenery and the weather.

You ignored his comments and just dragged him along, admiring how amazing Diagon Alley looked after sunset.

You were walking further and further towards the Alley when you heard the sickening sound of something chewing flesh coming from one of the dark aisles.

You walked closer, curious as to what it was, and immediately regretted your decision.

A man in dirty clothes stood in the aisle, hunching over the body of a dead woman whose stomach had been torn open and all of her insides were spilling out of her body onto the cold concrete beneath her. The man was standing in the pool of blood, that was surrounding the corpse, he was holding her hand and, devouring the flesh from it like he didn't had any food in weeks.