Where Are You Christmas?
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
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Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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2,914
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8
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chapter 3
Tittle::Where Are You Christmas 3/?
Author:: SeulWolfe/Calanor
Rating:: Mature (M)Eventually NC-17
Pairing:: Snape/Harry, Remus/Lucius, Draco/Ron, Sirius/Bill, Hermione/Charlie, Neville/Luna, mentions of Harry/Cedric
Contains:: angst, drama, romance, AU
Warnings:: Spoilers through book 4, with some changes... NO book 5 or 6
Summary:: Father Christmas needs Harry and friends help this year because he's laying in the infirmary as Albus Dumbledore after helping Harry defeat Voldemort in the final battle. Harry must get past his own insecurities and past demons to truly learn what the Christmas spirit is. Maybe this year, Santa will help him find love to last a lifetime as well.
A/N:: This fic is dedicated to anonymous for the gift of paid LJ time. Thank you... and to my best friend.. Morganlefay1958.
Merry Christmas and Blessed Yuletide.
Chapter Three
It was a mixed group of men and one woman who appeared from nowhere on Privet Drive. It had been many years since they had reason to come to this ordinary muggle place. Ron hated the place, knowing what Harry had suffered there. He clearly remembered the summer that Harry had to be saved from the muggles.
Harry had been doing odd jobs for Mrs. Figg, an elderly neighbor, Squib and Order member. When he not shown up on his scheduled days, for two weeks, she flooed to Hogwarts in a frantic state. "All she could say was that Petunia Dursley said ‘Harry ran away. And Good Riddance.’"
Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape apparated to an point outside the wards protecting the home on Privet Drive. When they returned an hour later, they brought with them what appeared to be a bundle of bloody rags.
Hermione had screamed and Ron… well, Ron had to be stupefied as he ran out of the house, muttering about damned Muggles who didn't deserve to have someone like Harry in their lives. The red headed best friend of the boy who lived, for all intents and purposes was going to avenge his friend; his quiet and gentle friend who wouldn't hurt anyone.
It was a summer of many changes. Of many revelations and secrets. Harry had said that the changes had begun when Voldemort had risen again, and no one believed him that something was going to happen.
Well something did and Harry almost died. He hadn't been the same since the end of the tournament when Viktor Krum had pushed Cedric out of the way, and grabbed the cup with Harry and been portkeyed with him, away to the graveyard.
Viktor died and Harry dueled the Dark Lord.
Hermione and Ron stayed at Harry's side for weeks. Not that anyone else left it either. They couldn't bring him to Hogwarts because Fudge was making daily visits. Noone really knew why. But, Hogwarts knew that one of her children needed her, and for that reason alone, a cottage appeared nestled just inside the Forbidden Forest. You couldn't see it if Hogwarts didn't want you too. It was there, that Harry was relocated at the first opportunity. The Weasley’s, Sirius, and Remus stayed in the magical cottage with him.
Come September first and summer's end, Harry still wasn't well enough to return to school. So certain trusted professors went to the cottage to teach him. Hermione came every evening and studied with him. Remus tutored him in other magical subjects when he became bored. Bringing him books and other things to occupy his time bedfast.
It was October when Harry could finally stand on his own again. He wasn’t able to walk yet, but able to bear his own weight for the first time in months.
It was during those long weeks and months of watching Harry heal from his physical and emotional wounds, that Ron found another friend; an unexpected and unlikely one.
Draco Malfoy.
The Cottage had become a meeting place for the Order. Draco would come to visit his Father, Lucius, who, like Severus Snape, spied for the Order. No one had seen that friendship coming. It blindsided everyone, especially Ron and Draco. Ron still blushes when Harry reminds him of that. But he wouldn't change his choice for anything now. Not after he’d discovered the real man behind the aristocratic mask. Oddly enough, it was Christmastime that year, and they’d been caught under the Mistletoe.
His life was never the same; it was better.
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It was in the late evenings that Severus came; flooing from the Castle to the cottage. He sat and watched as a very exhausted Harry slept. When Harry awoke late at night, that first time, startled, all they did was glare at each other; each daring the other to speak. Neither man remembers who spoke first, only that they finally did, then didn’t stop.
At first it was little tidbits about their childhoods. Then they moved on to individual interests, then to mutual ones. It was a cleansing of their souls. Harry understood the darkness Severus walked in, surrounded himself in, and was addicted to.
Harry also felt the sinister attraction of the Dark Arts. Severus helped him see the similarities between himself and Tom Riddle. But, Harry had an innocent soul. He had decided long ago, he would never walk that path of death and destruction. He was determined to do what he was destined to do-what had to be done; see to the destruction of the monster that had deprived him of his parents, and taken the lives of countless others. It wasn’t revenge. It was karma.
Somewhere along the way, during time spent with the boy who-became-a-man, Severus started seeing Harry, instead of Potter. They had formed a bond; become kindred spirits of a sort. They shared similar experiences and similar pain.. Severus found he cared for Harry, felt empathy for what he had suffered. And, Harry returned those feelings.
Now they have returned full circle to the beginnings of Harry’s pain. It was a time for answers to questions left unanswered long ago.
Severus stood beside Minerva as they appeared at 12 Privet Drive, followed one by one, by the rest of their group they walked towards number four Privet Drive.
They promptly knocked on the front door of the normal looking house…
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Vernon Dursley shouted out for his lazy son to answer the door. The ungrateful whelp would do nothing but sit in his room all day playing on the Internet, sleep, or go clubbing at night. The boy, who he’d had such high hopes for, so long ago, had flunked out of boarding school. Things had reached a point where, no amount of money would persuade the school to keep him. He blamed that ‘freak’ that was left on their doorstep. He blamed his wife's family for their defective blood, producing ‘freaks’, and he’s been saddled with one of them. He should have taken the unwanted vermin to the orphanage, when he was abandoned on their doorstep, that November morning; Or taken his sister, Marge's advice, and drowned the boy, like a defective puppy.
Maybe, if he and Petunia had, Dudley would have turned out better. Now Dudley was lazy and useless, taking up space and eating them out of house and home.
When he heard the knock again, and not the thundering of his son coming down the stairs, Vernon just growled. "I'll get the bloody door myself."
Vernon fumbled with the doorknob before he swung the door open. His eyes widened and his blood pressure rose. "What are you bloody freaks doing here?! Get off my property this instant!"
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Lucius Malfoy, pureblood wizard, Death Eater, and covert spy for the Order, had no use for Muggles. Well not all Muggles, only the narrow-minded, and ignorant ones. Only those who couldn't see past prejudiced upbringings; never learning tolerance. This obese monstrosity and waste of flesh was a poster child for the Dark Lord’s cause. It made him want to scream, “This is why Voldemort was ‘born’, creating a madman from the ashes of an innocent boy!”
In one swift movement, he had his wand at the throat of the ugly Muggle, his nose only millimeters from the florid face. "We have unfinished business, Dursley." Lucius purred dangerously.
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TBC....
Author:: SeulWolfe/Calanor
Rating:: Mature (M)Eventually NC-17
Pairing:: Snape/Harry, Remus/Lucius, Draco/Ron, Sirius/Bill, Hermione/Charlie, Neville/Luna, mentions of Harry/Cedric
Contains:: angst, drama, romance, AU
Warnings:: Spoilers through book 4, with some changes... NO book 5 or 6
Summary:: Father Christmas needs Harry and friends help this year because he's laying in the infirmary as Albus Dumbledore after helping Harry defeat Voldemort in the final battle. Harry must get past his own insecurities and past demons to truly learn what the Christmas spirit is. Maybe this year, Santa will help him find love to last a lifetime as well.
A/N:: This fic is dedicated to anonymous for the gift of paid LJ time. Thank you... and to my best friend.. Morganlefay1958.
Chapter Three
It was a mixed group of men and one woman who appeared from nowhere on Privet Drive. It had been many years since they had reason to come to this ordinary muggle place. Ron hated the place, knowing what Harry had suffered there. He clearly remembered the summer that Harry had to be saved from the muggles.
Harry had been doing odd jobs for Mrs. Figg, an elderly neighbor, Squib and Order member. When he not shown up on his scheduled days, for two weeks, she flooed to Hogwarts in a frantic state. "All she could say was that Petunia Dursley said ‘Harry ran away. And Good Riddance.’"
Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape apparated to an point outside the wards protecting the home on Privet Drive. When they returned an hour later, they brought with them what appeared to be a bundle of bloody rags.
Hermione had screamed and Ron… well, Ron had to be stupefied as he ran out of the house, muttering about damned Muggles who didn't deserve to have someone like Harry in their lives. The red headed best friend of the boy who lived, for all intents and purposes was going to avenge his friend; his quiet and gentle friend who wouldn't hurt anyone.
It was a summer of many changes. Of many revelations and secrets. Harry had said that the changes had begun when Voldemort had risen again, and no one believed him that something was going to happen.
Well something did and Harry almost died. He hadn't been the same since the end of the tournament when Viktor Krum had pushed Cedric out of the way, and grabbed the cup with Harry and been portkeyed with him, away to the graveyard.
Viktor died and Harry dueled the Dark Lord.
Hermione and Ron stayed at Harry's side for weeks. Not that anyone else left it either. They couldn't bring him to Hogwarts because Fudge was making daily visits. Noone really knew why. But, Hogwarts knew that one of her children needed her, and for that reason alone, a cottage appeared nestled just inside the Forbidden Forest. You couldn't see it if Hogwarts didn't want you too. It was there, that Harry was relocated at the first opportunity. The Weasley’s, Sirius, and Remus stayed in the magical cottage with him.
Come September first and summer's end, Harry still wasn't well enough to return to school. So certain trusted professors went to the cottage to teach him. Hermione came every evening and studied with him. Remus tutored him in other magical subjects when he became bored. Bringing him books and other things to occupy his time bedfast.
It was October when Harry could finally stand on his own again. He wasn’t able to walk yet, but able to bear his own weight for the first time in months.
It was during those long weeks and months of watching Harry heal from his physical and emotional wounds, that Ron found another friend; an unexpected and unlikely one.
Draco Malfoy.
The Cottage had become a meeting place for the Order. Draco would come to visit his Father, Lucius, who, like Severus Snape, spied for the Order. No one had seen that friendship coming. It blindsided everyone, especially Ron and Draco. Ron still blushes when Harry reminds him of that. But he wouldn't change his choice for anything now. Not after he’d discovered the real man behind the aristocratic mask. Oddly enough, it was Christmastime that year, and they’d been caught under the Mistletoe.
His life was never the same; it was better.
It was in the late evenings that Severus came; flooing from the Castle to the cottage. He sat and watched as a very exhausted Harry slept. When Harry awoke late at night, that first time, startled, all they did was glare at each other; each daring the other to speak. Neither man remembers who spoke first, only that they finally did, then didn’t stop.
At first it was little tidbits about their childhoods. Then they moved on to individual interests, then to mutual ones. It was a cleansing of their souls. Harry understood the darkness Severus walked in, surrounded himself in, and was addicted to.
Harry also felt the sinister attraction of the Dark Arts. Severus helped him see the similarities between himself and Tom Riddle. But, Harry had an innocent soul. He had decided long ago, he would never walk that path of death and destruction. He was determined to do what he was destined to do-what had to be done; see to the destruction of the monster that had deprived him of his parents, and taken the lives of countless others. It wasn’t revenge. It was karma.
Somewhere along the way, during time spent with the boy who-became-a-man, Severus started seeing Harry, instead of Potter. They had formed a bond; become kindred spirits of a sort. They shared similar experiences and similar pain.. Severus found he cared for Harry, felt empathy for what he had suffered. And, Harry returned those feelings.
Now they have returned full circle to the beginnings of Harry’s pain. It was a time for answers to questions left unanswered long ago.
Severus stood beside Minerva as they appeared at 12 Privet Drive, followed one by one, by the rest of their group they walked towards number four Privet Drive.
They promptly knocked on the front door of the normal looking house…
Vernon Dursley shouted out for his lazy son to answer the door. The ungrateful whelp would do nothing but sit in his room all day playing on the Internet, sleep, or go clubbing at night. The boy, who he’d had such high hopes for, so long ago, had flunked out of boarding school. Things had reached a point where, no amount of money would persuade the school to keep him. He blamed that ‘freak’ that was left on their doorstep. He blamed his wife's family for their defective blood, producing ‘freaks’, and he’s been saddled with one of them. He should have taken the unwanted vermin to the orphanage, when he was abandoned on their doorstep, that November morning; Or taken his sister, Marge's advice, and drowned the boy, like a defective puppy.
Maybe, if he and Petunia had, Dudley would have turned out better. Now Dudley was lazy and useless, taking up space and eating them out of house and home.
When he heard the knock again, and not the thundering of his son coming down the stairs, Vernon just growled. "I'll get the bloody door myself."
Vernon fumbled with the doorknob before he swung the door open. His eyes widened and his blood pressure rose. "What are you bloody freaks doing here?! Get off my property this instant!"
Lucius Malfoy, pureblood wizard, Death Eater, and covert spy for the Order, had no use for Muggles. Well not all Muggles, only the narrow-minded, and ignorant ones. Only those who couldn't see past prejudiced upbringings; never learning tolerance. This obese monstrosity and waste of flesh was a poster child for the Dark Lord’s cause. It made him want to scream, “This is why Voldemort was ‘born’, creating a madman from the ashes of an innocent boy!”
In one swift movement, he had his wand at the throat of the ugly Muggle, his nose only millimeters from the florid face. "We have unfinished business, Dursley." Lucius purred dangerously.
TBC....