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10
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9,631
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The Letter Explains
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Summary: *Slash* Snape and Potter get trapped together inside an enchanted snowglobe of Hogwarts during the holiday season. Who is to blame?
Rating: PG-13
Silver Bells, Snowglobe Hell
Part Two
by
weasleyswizardwheezes
\"Dear Severus and Harry,
\"I\'m sure by now you are wondering where you are, and more importantly, why you are here. You are somewhere safe and no harm will come to you there. There being xactxact replica of the snowglobes you no doubt still have grasped in your hands.\"
With shocked expressions, both Severus and Harry looked over to the snowglobes that they had laid upon Dumbledore\'s desk. They turned back to the letter and Severus continued reading.
\"You are located inside a fully functional Hogwarts within a snowglobe, which I keep on a shelf in my office. That means you will be provided with meals and all of your other basic neccessities. Now on to the why.
\"My dear boys, I love you both as if you were my own sons, and I have watched as you have become bitter, cynical shells of your former selves. At no time has this become more obvious than during the Christmas season. I\'ve tried my hardest to make you see the purpose and joy of the holidays, but my previous efforts had failed. You leave me with no choice than to resort to drastic measures. Until you can rid yourselves of the cynical attitude with which you regare hoe holidays, you will remain inside this miniature Hogwarts. As you may have already noticed, I took the liberty of making Hogwarts a bit more festive for you.\"
Hearing that, Harry got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, and looked at Snape, who looked a bit green himself.
\"On a side note, you should know that your magic will do you no good in this replica of Hogwarts. The only magic in effect is the spell that allows you to exist within the snowglobe. However, there is one room where you can sleep and be yourselves, I just hope that once you find it, you can see your way to future hapss. ss. In the case of an emergency and you wish to speak with me, you must use the mistletoe that this letter was attached to.\"
They looked at each other and groaned...\"Mistletoe?\" They return their attention to the letter once more.
\"Use it wisely.\"
Harry looked at Snape questioningly, \"Use it how? He didn\'t say he wee were to use the bloody thing.\" Then it dawned on Harry. He looked from Snape to the mistletoe and back again. \"Oh, Merlin! NO!\"
\"What is that supposed to mean, Mr. Potter?\"
Harry paled. Backing slowly away from his professor be began to stammer, \"Erm... nothing... uh..Professor. Nevermind..\"
Severus rolled his eyes at the seventh year student. \"Really, Mr. Potter. You should close your mouth before you begin to attract billywigs.\"
Harry snapped his jaw shut tightly.
Severus sighed and looked closely at the small sprig of mistletoe, hoping to see what was so special about it. Nothing about it looked out of the ordinary. He pocketed it within his robes, making sure to keep it handy if and when he figured out how to use the blasted thing. Severus then went back to the letter once more, hoping it was all a bad dream, while Harry went to the window and looked out longingly.
\"Professor! Come look at this!\"
\"What is it now, Potter?\"
\"Just come look.\" Harry waved to his professor to come closer.
Severus joined Harry at the window, looking to see what had excited the young man. Peering out the window, Severus saw exactly what it was that Harry was seeing. \"That sneaky, meddlesome bastard!\"
\"I can\'t believe he actually did this to us!\"
\"Look at him just sitting there, pretty as you please, and without a care in the world.\"
Harry giggled. \"He looks kind of funny, though, doesn\'t he? All fish eyed..\"
\"That\'s because of all the water between the window and the surface of the globe, you idiot.\"
\"I knew that. And I\'m not an idiot, you git. I was just stating an observation.\"
\"Just keep your observations to yourself, and let\'s just figure out what we are going to do now.\"
\"Well, I would think that would be obvious, sir. We need to find the room the Headmaster spoke of. But first, if you don\'t mind, I think I need something to drink. Could we go to the Great Hall to see if there is anything there?\"
\"And walk back the way we came, through that nightmare called Christmas decorations?\"
\"Do you have a better suggestion?\"
\"We could stay here, it\'s not so bad here.\" There was almost a pleading quality to Snape\'s voice.
But before Harry could utter a retort, the annoying background music that had bplayplaying, increased in volume. Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all way,way, oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh....
\"Right. You stay here with Jingle Bloody Bells, Professor. I\'m going to find something to drink. Preferably something that will put me out cold, like a shot or two of Ogden\'s firewhiskey.\"
Snape pinched the bridge of his nose as the music continued to assault his ears. He was not two steps behind Harry when the music reached an annoying and deafening cresendo, at least that was what it felt like to his ears.
Snape was grumbling behind Harry\'s back, but though the man spoke low, the music did not camoflauge his ranting. \"Damn that man. How can I even begin to enjoy Christmas at this rate if I\'m being terrorized by his awful taste in music, decorations and who knows what else we\'ll find. Especially if I have to enjoy it to get out of this hell hole.\"
\"I think you mean, hell globe, sir.\"
\"Don\eminemind me, Potter.\"
They walked back the way they came, through the garishly decorated corridor that would lead them to the Great Hall. Grumbling all the way.
Harry reached the doors to the Great Hall first and pulled them open, only to slam them quickly shut again. He leaned back against the doors sighing heavily. \"Oh, Merlin, not there too.\"
Snape pushed Harry out of the way and decided to take a look for himself and what he saw made the beginnings of a headache bloom into a full force migraine. The Great Hall had been converted into a bloody cinema. The House tables had been replaced with comfortable chairs, and in the place of the head table was a wide picture screen on which, according to the marquee just above said screen, was playing A Christmas Carol with Alistair Sim.
\"What an absolute nightmare. Happy Christmas, my arse. I can\'t believe this, I really can\'t believe this. It\'s like my worst nightmare warped into something beyond horrific. How can Albus think that this, all of this, whatever you want to call it, will make me feel joyful, grateful and at peace with the holiday season?\"
\"I don\'t know what he was thinking, but I can tell you one thing. Being trapped in a sodding snowglobe with you, sir, is not my idea of a holly jolly good time.\"
Just then, the song on the magical speaker began to play \"It\'s a Holly, Jolly Christmas.\"
\"We really need to find that room. Do you think he gave us a clue as to where to look?\" Harry asked his professor with a pained expression on his face.
\"Knowing the old meddlikelike I do, I\'d say it\'s a given.\" Severus pulled the crumpled letter from his pocket. He smoothed it out and re-read the part about the room to rest and relax. \"However, there is one room where you can sleep and be yourselves, I just hope that once you find it, you can see your way to future happiness.\"
\"See your way to future happiness....see your way...see...\" Harry repeated afterwards. \"See...future.. Could it be?\"
Harry knocked his head up against the doors he had been leaning against.
\"I can\'t read minds, Potter. What is it?\"
\"He\'s referring to the Divinations classroom, Trelawney\'s attic.\"
\"Could this possibly get any worse?\" Snape asked with trepidation.
\"We can only find out and see. Would you care to lead the way, or should I?\"
Harry led the way, reluctantly. He wanted to drag his feet, but the brightly festooned corridors they were now traversing were even worse, so he made his way through them without gazing to the left or right. But the worst still awaited them. Upon arriving at the Divinations classroom they were stunned to find meager accommodations. One single bed, one table with two chairs, and a bathroom with one tiny shower stall. Thankfully, not a Christmas decoration in sight and it was blissfully quiet.
\"I call the bed!\" shouted Harry.
~tbc~
Summary: *Slash* Snape and Potter get trapped together inside an enchanted snowglobe of Hogwarts during the holiday season. Who is to blame?
Rating: PG-13
Silver Bells, Snowglobe Hell
Part Two
by
weasleyswizardwheezes
\"Dear Severus and Harry,
\"I\'m sure by now you are wondering where you are, and more importantly, why you are here. You are somewhere safe and no harm will come to you there. There being xactxact replica of the snowglobes you no doubt still have grasped in your hands.\"
With shocked expressions, both Severus and Harry looked over to the snowglobes that they had laid upon Dumbledore\'s desk. They turned back to the letter and Severus continued reading.
\"You are located inside a fully functional Hogwarts within a snowglobe, which I keep on a shelf in my office. That means you will be provided with meals and all of your other basic neccessities. Now on to the why.
\"My dear boys, I love you both as if you were my own sons, and I have watched as you have become bitter, cynical shells of your former selves. At no time has this become more obvious than during the Christmas season. I\'ve tried my hardest to make you see the purpose and joy of the holidays, but my previous efforts had failed. You leave me with no choice than to resort to drastic measures. Until you can rid yourselves of the cynical attitude with which you regare hoe holidays, you will remain inside this miniature Hogwarts. As you may have already noticed, I took the liberty of making Hogwarts a bit more festive for you.\"
Hearing that, Harry got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, and looked at Snape, who looked a bit green himself.
\"On a side note, you should know that your magic will do you no good in this replica of Hogwarts. The only magic in effect is the spell that allows you to exist within the snowglobe. However, there is one room where you can sleep and be yourselves, I just hope that once you find it, you can see your way to future hapss. ss. In the case of an emergency and you wish to speak with me, you must use the mistletoe that this letter was attached to.\"
They looked at each other and groaned...\"Mistletoe?\" They return their attention to the letter once more.
\"Use it wisely.\"
Harry looked at Snape questioningly, \"Use it how? He didn\'t say he wee were to use the bloody thing.\" Then it dawned on Harry. He looked from Snape to the mistletoe and back again. \"Oh, Merlin! NO!\"
\"What is that supposed to mean, Mr. Potter?\"
Harry paled. Backing slowly away from his professor be began to stammer, \"Erm... nothing... uh..Professor. Nevermind..\"
Severus rolled his eyes at the seventh year student. \"Really, Mr. Potter. You should close your mouth before you begin to attract billywigs.\"
Harry snapped his jaw shut tightly.
Severus sighed and looked closely at the small sprig of mistletoe, hoping to see what was so special about it. Nothing about it looked out of the ordinary. He pocketed it within his robes, making sure to keep it handy if and when he figured out how to use the blasted thing. Severus then went back to the letter once more, hoping it was all a bad dream, while Harry went to the window and looked out longingly.
\"Professor! Come look at this!\"
\"What is it now, Potter?\"
\"Just come look.\" Harry waved to his professor to come closer.
Severus joined Harry at the window, looking to see what had excited the young man. Peering out the window, Severus saw exactly what it was that Harry was seeing. \"That sneaky, meddlesome bastard!\"
\"I can\'t believe he actually did this to us!\"
\"Look at him just sitting there, pretty as you please, and without a care in the world.\"
Harry giggled. \"He looks kind of funny, though, doesn\'t he? All fish eyed..\"
\"That\'s because of all the water between the window and the surface of the globe, you idiot.\"
\"I knew that. And I\'m not an idiot, you git. I was just stating an observation.\"
\"Just keep your observations to yourself, and let\'s just figure out what we are going to do now.\"
\"Well, I would think that would be obvious, sir. We need to find the room the Headmaster spoke of. But first, if you don\'t mind, I think I need something to drink. Could we go to the Great Hall to see if there is anything there?\"
\"And walk back the way we came, through that nightmare called Christmas decorations?\"
\"Do you have a better suggestion?\"
\"We could stay here, it\'s not so bad here.\" There was almost a pleading quality to Snape\'s voice.
But before Harry could utter a retort, the annoying background music that had bplayplaying, increased in volume. Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all way,way, oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh....
\"Right. You stay here with Jingle Bloody Bells, Professor. I\'m going to find something to drink. Preferably something that will put me out cold, like a shot or two of Ogden\'s firewhiskey.\"
Snape pinched the bridge of his nose as the music continued to assault his ears. He was not two steps behind Harry when the music reached an annoying and deafening cresendo, at least that was what it felt like to his ears.
Snape was grumbling behind Harry\'s back, but though the man spoke low, the music did not camoflauge his ranting. \"Damn that man. How can I even begin to enjoy Christmas at this rate if I\'m being terrorized by his awful taste in music, decorations and who knows what else we\'ll find. Especially if I have to enjoy it to get out of this hell hole.\"
\"I think you mean, hell globe, sir.\"
\"Don\eminemind me, Potter.\"
They walked back the way they came, through the garishly decorated corridor that would lead them to the Great Hall. Grumbling all the way.
Harry reached the doors to the Great Hall first and pulled them open, only to slam them quickly shut again. He leaned back against the doors sighing heavily. \"Oh, Merlin, not there too.\"
Snape pushed Harry out of the way and decided to take a look for himself and what he saw made the beginnings of a headache bloom into a full force migraine. The Great Hall had been converted into a bloody cinema. The House tables had been replaced with comfortable chairs, and in the place of the head table was a wide picture screen on which, according to the marquee just above said screen, was playing A Christmas Carol with Alistair Sim.
\"What an absolute nightmare. Happy Christmas, my arse. I can\'t believe this, I really can\'t believe this. It\'s like my worst nightmare warped into something beyond horrific. How can Albus think that this, all of this, whatever you want to call it, will make me feel joyful, grateful and at peace with the holiday season?\"
\"I don\'t know what he was thinking, but I can tell you one thing. Being trapped in a sodding snowglobe with you, sir, is not my idea of a holly jolly good time.\"
Just then, the song on the magical speaker began to play \"It\'s a Holly, Jolly Christmas.\"
\"We really need to find that room. Do you think he gave us a clue as to where to look?\" Harry asked his professor with a pained expression on his face.
\"Knowing the old meddlikelike I do, I\'d say it\'s a given.\" Severus pulled the crumpled letter from his pocket. He smoothed it out and re-read the part about the room to rest and relax. \"However, there is one room where you can sleep and be yourselves, I just hope that once you find it, you can see your way to future happiness.\"
\"See your way to future happiness....see your way...see...\" Harry repeated afterwards. \"See...future.. Could it be?\"
Harry knocked his head up against the doors he had been leaning against.
\"I can\'t read minds, Potter. What is it?\"
\"He\'s referring to the Divinations classroom, Trelawney\'s attic.\"
\"Could this possibly get any worse?\" Snape asked with trepidation.
\"We can only find out and see. Would you care to lead the way, or should I?\"
Harry led the way, reluctantly. He wanted to drag his feet, but the brightly festooned corridors they were now traversing were even worse, so he made his way through them without gazing to the left or right. But the worst still awaited them. Upon arriving at the Divinations classroom they were stunned to find meager accommodations. One single bed, one table with two chairs, and a bathroom with one tiny shower stall. Thankfully, not a Christmas decoration in sight and it was blissfully quiet.
\"I call the bed!\" shouted Harry.
~tbc~