The 12 Days of X-Mas
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
12,655
Reviews:
69
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
2
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Day 1
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Severus Snape and all associated characters from the Harry Potter universe are the property of J.K. Rowling. No money is being made.
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Apparently Hogwarts celebrated Christmas from top to bottom. Dumbledore’s robes were green, red, and white, often times flashing like light bulbs to attract attention. Garland and strange decorations permeated the castle from the top of the south tower to the bottom of the dungeons. Numerous Christmas lights in the appropriate house colors decorated hallways, common rooms, dorms, tables, even the ceiling. Songs sprang from statues and pictures when one walked by and various candies could be found anywhere one cared to look.
Severus loathed it all.
He suffered though cheer and good tidings of students and staff, restrained himself to glares at overly gleeful students, and even heretofore in his career had managed to avoid hexing any students on Christmas day. He considered himself very lenient on such matters however all bets were off on the morning of the thirteenth this year.
It was a Monday.
Four am Severus rolled out of his bed and lit various torches around his bedroom with a word. He froze in his tracks before he even reached his wardrobe, staring in no little disbelief and shock at the decorations. His bed was hung with garlands, his torches were red and green, his doorways were framed in silver and green lights and the posts of his bed were striped like candycanes. He shuddered then erased every trace of the season with a hard wave of his wand. He would need to have words with Dumbledore about this.
He stormed into his first class of the day with a feral snarl that silenced his seventh year students. He had found his classroom decorated in much the same fashion as his quarters when he had first arrived and both situations had put him into a mood. He snapped his wand at the board where instructions wrote themselves as he slammed his book onto his desk and gave the Gryffindor/Slytherin class a death glare. Few of them looked frightened. Some of them coughed discreetly into their hands, no small number were staring in shock and one barely managed to stifle a giggle. Severus very slowly turned to look at his chalkboard.
He jerked backwards and gripped his desk till his knuckles turned white and his fingers ached. He very carefully did not react to the single barked laugh. There, growing out of the chalkboard, out of his chalkboard, was a pear tree.
Complete with partridge.
Once he felt as though his actions were under his own control, Severus cast a banishing spell on the tree and bird. The tree turned purple. The bird turned a strange sort of teal color. The potions master cast the spell a second time. The tree turned orange; the bird, yellow. More than a few students were laughing quietly. The third time he cast a spell the tree began flashing pink and tan while the bird glittered neon green. The students weren’t trying to cover their laughter anymore.
Severus growled. He was sure of it. He cast every banishing charm and burning hex he could think of. Nothing worked but the tree and bird flicked through a goodly amount of colors; khaki, brown, amber, red, green, blue, violet, indigo, chartreuse, aqua, before finally settling on black and gray respectively.
Well fine.
Severus cast his instructions in the air where they burned green and promptly ignored both his resident tree and the uncontained laughter of his students
At least it was black.
--//--
Severus was in a bad mood, and for good reason. Not only would that blasted tree and bird not go away but he had been seeing pear trees and partridges around every bloody corner! It was revolting! A massive tree sat smack in the middle of the Great Hall, there was one at every large intersection of corridors and those damn birds were nothing but a flying nuisance!
He all but vibrated his fury through dinner and when a partridge shaped cookie appeared on his plate at the end of the meal, the potions master clipped the head off of the bird with a flash of white teeth. The remainder of the cookie clattered to his plate and he had abandoned the room before the sound had died. He chewed the head of his cookie as savagely as one can do such a thing, stalking to his rooms with a more impressive sweep of black robes than normal.
--//--
His normal abrupt intrusion into his own rooms was nothing if not dramatic though the new decoration gave him a moment to pause. The door clicked quietly shut behind him as he tried to figure out who, exactly, had gotten through his wards. It couldn’t possibly have been Albus, he didn’t have any taste in color at all… this morning’s flamboyant “festive appreciation” had proved that beyond a doubt. This particular addition in design and, well, style, had him at a loss.
Severus Snape was not a man to pass up luxuries if they were offered to him, but nor was he one to display them all for the world to see. He appreciated the finer details of living, even if those details were hard for others to see. His rooms, unlike many rumors he had heard over the years, were not cold and damp. They were, in fact, quite warm due to a constant fire in the hearth. His sitting room was cluttered with old parchments and tomes that would rot and be lost if there was an inordinate amount of water in the air so his rooms were always dry enough to prevent such mishaps. His desk was black. His chairs were black. His rugs and bookshelves were black; all of varying ages of mahogany and pine. The walls were a bland mixture of gray stones, interrupted only by an occasional torch.
And one other thing.
Shifting just slightly as though in a gentle wind, a black tree had been cast onto his stoic gray wall, just behind his desk. The branches of the tree spread themselves over the walls and ceiling and Severus could make out an occasional fruit. Fruit that looked suspiciously like a pear though he couldn’t be sure. The two dimensional rendering on his wall and ceiling resembled a dark silhouette and, from his position at the door, was quite an impressive sight.
Movement caught his eye. Not the slow movement of the tree, but something quicker, jerky. Obsidian eyes flicked over the strange addition to his living space for a full three minutes before finding a similarly silhouetted bird. A partridge to be exact. The potions professor shook his head slightly. The tree was a dark, imposing presence in his space. A morbid alteration of Christmas cheer that was just twisted enough to appeal to his strange sensibilities. He shook his head again, the corner of his mouth lifting in an amused sneer as he made his way to his bedroom. This one he would keep; if only for a time.
--
Apparently Hogwarts celebrated Christmas from top to bottom. Dumbledore’s robes were green, red, and white, often times flashing like light bulbs to attract attention. Garland and strange decorations permeated the castle from the top of the south tower to the bottom of the dungeons. Numerous Christmas lights in the appropriate house colors decorated hallways, common rooms, dorms, tables, even the ceiling. Songs sprang from statues and pictures when one walked by and various candies could be found anywhere one cared to look.
Severus loathed it all.
He suffered though cheer and good tidings of students and staff, restrained himself to glares at overly gleeful students, and even heretofore in his career had managed to avoid hexing any students on Christmas day. He considered himself very lenient on such matters however all bets were off on the morning of the thirteenth this year.
It was a Monday.
Four am Severus rolled out of his bed and lit various torches around his bedroom with a word. He froze in his tracks before he even reached his wardrobe, staring in no little disbelief and shock at the decorations. His bed was hung with garlands, his torches were red and green, his doorways were framed in silver and green lights and the posts of his bed were striped like candycanes. He shuddered then erased every trace of the season with a hard wave of his wand. He would need to have words with Dumbledore about this.
He stormed into his first class of the day with a feral snarl that silenced his seventh year students. He had found his classroom decorated in much the same fashion as his quarters when he had first arrived and both situations had put him into a mood. He snapped his wand at the board where instructions wrote themselves as he slammed his book onto his desk and gave the Gryffindor/Slytherin class a death glare. Few of them looked frightened. Some of them coughed discreetly into their hands, no small number were staring in shock and one barely managed to stifle a giggle. Severus very slowly turned to look at his chalkboard.
He jerked backwards and gripped his desk till his knuckles turned white and his fingers ached. He very carefully did not react to the single barked laugh. There, growing out of the chalkboard, out of his chalkboard, was a pear tree.
Complete with partridge.
Once he felt as though his actions were under his own control, Severus cast a banishing spell on the tree and bird. The tree turned purple. The bird turned a strange sort of teal color. The potions master cast the spell a second time. The tree turned orange; the bird, yellow. More than a few students were laughing quietly. The third time he cast a spell the tree began flashing pink and tan while the bird glittered neon green. The students weren’t trying to cover their laughter anymore.
Severus growled. He was sure of it. He cast every banishing charm and burning hex he could think of. Nothing worked but the tree and bird flicked through a goodly amount of colors; khaki, brown, amber, red, green, blue, violet, indigo, chartreuse, aqua, before finally settling on black and gray respectively.
Well fine.
Severus cast his instructions in the air where they burned green and promptly ignored both his resident tree and the uncontained laughter of his students
At least it was black.
--//--
Severus was in a bad mood, and for good reason. Not only would that blasted tree and bird not go away but he had been seeing pear trees and partridges around every bloody corner! It was revolting! A massive tree sat smack in the middle of the Great Hall, there was one at every large intersection of corridors and those damn birds were nothing but a flying nuisance!
He all but vibrated his fury through dinner and when a partridge shaped cookie appeared on his plate at the end of the meal, the potions master clipped the head off of the bird with a flash of white teeth. The remainder of the cookie clattered to his plate and he had abandoned the room before the sound had died. He chewed the head of his cookie as savagely as one can do such a thing, stalking to his rooms with a more impressive sweep of black robes than normal.
--//--
His normal abrupt intrusion into his own rooms was nothing if not dramatic though the new decoration gave him a moment to pause. The door clicked quietly shut behind him as he tried to figure out who, exactly, had gotten through his wards. It couldn’t possibly have been Albus, he didn’t have any taste in color at all… this morning’s flamboyant “festive appreciation” had proved that beyond a doubt. This particular addition in design and, well, style, had him at a loss.
Severus Snape was not a man to pass up luxuries if they were offered to him, but nor was he one to display them all for the world to see. He appreciated the finer details of living, even if those details were hard for others to see. His rooms, unlike many rumors he had heard over the years, were not cold and damp. They were, in fact, quite warm due to a constant fire in the hearth. His sitting room was cluttered with old parchments and tomes that would rot and be lost if there was an inordinate amount of water in the air so his rooms were always dry enough to prevent such mishaps. His desk was black. His chairs were black. His rugs and bookshelves were black; all of varying ages of mahogany and pine. The walls were a bland mixture of gray stones, interrupted only by an occasional torch.
And one other thing.
Shifting just slightly as though in a gentle wind, a black tree had been cast onto his stoic gray wall, just behind his desk. The branches of the tree spread themselves over the walls and ceiling and Severus could make out an occasional fruit. Fruit that looked suspiciously like a pear though he couldn’t be sure. The two dimensional rendering on his wall and ceiling resembled a dark silhouette and, from his position at the door, was quite an impressive sight.
Movement caught his eye. Not the slow movement of the tree, but something quicker, jerky. Obsidian eyes flicked over the strange addition to his living space for a full three minutes before finding a similarly silhouetted bird. A partridge to be exact. The potions professor shook his head slightly. The tree was a dark, imposing presence in his space. A morbid alteration of Christmas cheer that was just twisted enough to appeal to his strange sensibilities. He shook his head again, the corner of his mouth lifting in an amused sneer as he made his way to his bedroom. This one he would keep; if only for a time.