In Light of a Prediction (A Halloween Ritual)
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Part 2 - The Supper
Fic title: A Halloween Ritual
Author: DBZ Vegeta
Summary: The night of the honored dead… Halloween.
Rating: M
Chapter #: 2 of ?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Part 2 - The Supper
Harry sighed in relief as he dropped his head forward as the doors shut behind him. He was aware of a gentle hand placed on his shoulder and he turned to look into Professor Snape’s eyes, which were nearly level with his.
“That was satisfactorily done, Potter,” he said, his fingers tightening for a moment before he released then.
“Is that all you have to say, Sev? Satisfactory…I’ll have you know that I worked hard on that ritual,” Harry replied, his hands coming up to rest on his hips, one foot tapping in irritation. The twenty-two year old Professor of Defense Against the Dark Art looked into the dark black eyes of his fellow professor with exasperation.
“Harry, you know that he will never admit that you did an awesome job,” came the humor-filled voice of Draco Malfoy. He looked over at the two men, snorting in amusement at their glaring match. ‘When will those two stop being so thickheaded and just kiss each other,’ he thought.
He and Harry had both returned at the beginning of this year to take up the positions of Charms and DADA. Flitwick had decided to retire and Draco had been more than happy to follow his friend Harry from the Magical University that they had just graduated from the previous semester.
The sparks had flown between Harry and Severus the moment they had arrived three-weeks prior to the start of school. Severus had immediately set in on Harry, criticizing each and every idea that Harry had to improve the DADA subject. From the idea of the Dueling Club down to the combination of other subjects with DADA. He himself had been in on several of Harry’s combined classes, showing the strengths of Charms in Defense situations. Harry still, as of yet, hadn’t convinced Severus to participate with a combined Potions and DADA.
“If you two will stop bickering for now, we have a supper to get to,” Minerva’s voice cut through the petty bickering that had begun while Draco had been reminiscing. She turned back to the closed doors of the Great Hall, before looking back over her shoulder at the bickering pair. “You know that you will be required to remain silent until the main supper is over, don’t you Severus.”
“Of course Minerva, I am well aware of the particulars of the Supper,” Severus sneered back at her as she swung open the door to the silent room. The group stepped through and moved silently to their seats at the lower teachers table. Each leaving one seat between them for their invited Spirit guests.
With a silent wave of his hand, the Headmaster signaled the house-elves to serve the prepared meal. The tables filled with bowls and dishes, all in a deep black color that matched the table clothes and plates, each containing the traditional dishes. Apples, squashes and fall harvested vegetables were placed on tables. Pitchers of apple cider and pumpkin juice abounded. Silently the students and faculty filled their plates and toasted their dearly departed Spirits that hovered with gentle tranquility.
With the final plate cleaned, the last mouthful of cider swallowed, the Headmaster stood up gesturing for the group to stand. All stood, each reaching forward to grasp a lit candle that moved to hover in front of them and one by one they blew out the flame as from far away bells tolled the coming of midnight, ending the ceremony.
The torches relit within the Great Hall and the students began to stir fitfully, the silence that had pervaded the ceremony broken by a sharp clap from the Head Table.
“My dear students and teachers, yet ends another years Samhain. I offer you one last treat for the night and then off to bed with you all,” he said, a mischievous twinkle brightening his eyes. Before each student and faculty member a large slice of cake appeared, much to the delight of most. “Students from 6th year and below will find a wonderful treat to remember the holiday, but for everyone else the standard predictions will apply. Please dig in and luck be with you.”
Harry snickered as he watched Severus glare at the large slice of chocolate cake. He dipped his fork into the tip of his, careful not to disturb the center where he knew the prize resided.
“What’s the matter Severus, scared?” he goaded, nearly moaning as the chocolate burst over his tongue.
“I have no reason to play these silly games with the Headmaster, Professor Potter,” he sneered, looking down his long nose at the blissfully delighted Harry and trying to ignore the sudden tightness in his trousers.
“Ah come on Severus, stop being a stick in the mud and enjoy yourself for once,” Draco’s voice drifted over from the other side of Harry. “Oh look, I’ve got a coin, that’s prosperity for me,” he crowed, showing Harry the cake-covered galleon. “Come on Harry dig in, I want to see what you got.”
“I don’t want to,” Harry said, as he continued to eat around the edge of the cake, “With my luck I’ll get a thimble and be destined never to marry.”
“My, my Potter, and here you thought I was scared,” Severus’ deep voice sent shivers down Harry’s spine. He turned to meet Severus’ dark eyes.
“I don’t see you digging in and looking at your prediction,” Harry scoffed as he dropped his fork alongside the plate, having eaten around the center where the item lay.
“I have no desire to play with the outcome of such a trivial obsession,” the potion master scoffed.
“Severus,” the headmaster’s voice sounded from behind them, “You haven’t touched a bite of your cake.” They turned to meet Albus’s twinkling gaze and Severus groaned silently beneath the bright blue gaze, turning to pick up his fork and break apart his cake. What lay within the crumbs, shocked him.
Lying within the dark layers of cake was a small platinum ring, twisted with gold and emeralds. With a slightly shaky hand, Severus reached out and picked up the beautiful ring. The platinum was shaped in a snake that weaved itself in and over the gold strand that looked remarkably like a lion, while emeralds twinkled in the candle light from the eyes of both animals.
A sharp gasp from his side drew his attention to Harry as he stared down at the small figurine holding a tiny child lay within the center of his cake. His eyes swept up and meet Severus’ both shock and happiness filling the emerald depths. Severus thought for a moment that Harry’s eyes nearly matched the color of those upon his ring.
“Congratulations my boys, indeed a very prosperous prediction for you both,” Albus’ voice startled them both, breaking their gaze to sweep up to the twinkling wizard. “I hope the best for the both of you. Now why don’t I leave you to discuss this…”
They both watched as Albus tottered off, shooing children ahead of him as Draco snickered behind them.
“Well, I’m off too. Don’t do anything that I wouldn’t,” he crowed, an amused smirk playing over his face as he nearly skipped away from the table leaving Harry and Severus behind.
~*~
TBC
Author: DBZ Vegeta
Summary: The night of the honored dead… Halloween.
Rating: M
Chapter #: 2 of ?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Part 2 - The Supper
Harry sighed in relief as he dropped his head forward as the doors shut behind him. He was aware of a gentle hand placed on his shoulder and he turned to look into Professor Snape’s eyes, which were nearly level with his.
“That was satisfactorily done, Potter,” he said, his fingers tightening for a moment before he released then.
“Is that all you have to say, Sev? Satisfactory…I’ll have you know that I worked hard on that ritual,” Harry replied, his hands coming up to rest on his hips, one foot tapping in irritation. The twenty-two year old Professor of Defense Against the Dark Art looked into the dark black eyes of his fellow professor with exasperation.
“Harry, you know that he will never admit that you did an awesome job,” came the humor-filled voice of Draco Malfoy. He looked over at the two men, snorting in amusement at their glaring match. ‘When will those two stop being so thickheaded and just kiss each other,’ he thought.
He and Harry had both returned at the beginning of this year to take up the positions of Charms and DADA. Flitwick had decided to retire and Draco had been more than happy to follow his friend Harry from the Magical University that they had just graduated from the previous semester.
The sparks had flown between Harry and Severus the moment they had arrived three-weeks prior to the start of school. Severus had immediately set in on Harry, criticizing each and every idea that Harry had to improve the DADA subject. From the idea of the Dueling Club down to the combination of other subjects with DADA. He himself had been in on several of Harry’s combined classes, showing the strengths of Charms in Defense situations. Harry still, as of yet, hadn’t convinced Severus to participate with a combined Potions and DADA.
“If you two will stop bickering for now, we have a supper to get to,” Minerva’s voice cut through the petty bickering that had begun while Draco had been reminiscing. She turned back to the closed doors of the Great Hall, before looking back over her shoulder at the bickering pair. “You know that you will be required to remain silent until the main supper is over, don’t you Severus.”
“Of course Minerva, I am well aware of the particulars of the Supper,” Severus sneered back at her as she swung open the door to the silent room. The group stepped through and moved silently to their seats at the lower teachers table. Each leaving one seat between them for their invited Spirit guests.
With a silent wave of his hand, the Headmaster signaled the house-elves to serve the prepared meal. The tables filled with bowls and dishes, all in a deep black color that matched the table clothes and plates, each containing the traditional dishes. Apples, squashes and fall harvested vegetables were placed on tables. Pitchers of apple cider and pumpkin juice abounded. Silently the students and faculty filled their plates and toasted their dearly departed Spirits that hovered with gentle tranquility.
With the final plate cleaned, the last mouthful of cider swallowed, the Headmaster stood up gesturing for the group to stand. All stood, each reaching forward to grasp a lit candle that moved to hover in front of them and one by one they blew out the flame as from far away bells tolled the coming of midnight, ending the ceremony.
The torches relit within the Great Hall and the students began to stir fitfully, the silence that had pervaded the ceremony broken by a sharp clap from the Head Table.
“My dear students and teachers, yet ends another years Samhain. I offer you one last treat for the night and then off to bed with you all,” he said, a mischievous twinkle brightening his eyes. Before each student and faculty member a large slice of cake appeared, much to the delight of most. “Students from 6th year and below will find a wonderful treat to remember the holiday, but for everyone else the standard predictions will apply. Please dig in and luck be with you.”
Harry snickered as he watched Severus glare at the large slice of chocolate cake. He dipped his fork into the tip of his, careful not to disturb the center where he knew the prize resided.
“What’s the matter Severus, scared?” he goaded, nearly moaning as the chocolate burst over his tongue.
“I have no reason to play these silly games with the Headmaster, Professor Potter,” he sneered, looking down his long nose at the blissfully delighted Harry and trying to ignore the sudden tightness in his trousers.
“Ah come on Severus, stop being a stick in the mud and enjoy yourself for once,” Draco’s voice drifted over from the other side of Harry. “Oh look, I’ve got a coin, that’s prosperity for me,” he crowed, showing Harry the cake-covered galleon. “Come on Harry dig in, I want to see what you got.”
“I don’t want to,” Harry said, as he continued to eat around the edge of the cake, “With my luck I’ll get a thimble and be destined never to marry.”
“My, my Potter, and here you thought I was scared,” Severus’ deep voice sent shivers down Harry’s spine. He turned to meet Severus’ dark eyes.
“I don’t see you digging in and looking at your prediction,” Harry scoffed as he dropped his fork alongside the plate, having eaten around the center where the item lay.
“I have no desire to play with the outcome of such a trivial obsession,” the potion master scoffed.
“Severus,” the headmaster’s voice sounded from behind them, “You haven’t touched a bite of your cake.” They turned to meet Albus’s twinkling gaze and Severus groaned silently beneath the bright blue gaze, turning to pick up his fork and break apart his cake. What lay within the crumbs, shocked him.
Lying within the dark layers of cake was a small platinum ring, twisted with gold and emeralds. With a slightly shaky hand, Severus reached out and picked up the beautiful ring. The platinum was shaped in a snake that weaved itself in and over the gold strand that looked remarkably like a lion, while emeralds twinkled in the candle light from the eyes of both animals.
A sharp gasp from his side drew his attention to Harry as he stared down at the small figurine holding a tiny child lay within the center of his cake. His eyes swept up and meet Severus’ both shock and happiness filling the emerald depths. Severus thought for a moment that Harry’s eyes nearly matched the color of those upon his ring.
“Congratulations my boys, indeed a very prosperous prediction for you both,” Albus’ voice startled them both, breaking their gaze to sweep up to the twinkling wizard. “I hope the best for the both of you. Now why don’t I leave you to discuss this…”
They both watched as Albus tottered off, shooing children ahead of him as Draco snickered behind them.
“Well, I’m off too. Don’t do anything that I wouldn’t,” he crowed, an amused smirk playing over his face as he nearly skipped away from the table leaving Harry and Severus behind.
~*~
TBC