Where Are You Christmas?
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,980
Reviews:
8
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
chapter 4
Tittle::Where Are You Christmas 4/?
Author:: SeulWolfe/Calanor
Rating:: Mature (M)Eventually NC-17
Pairing:: Snape/Harry, Remus/Lucius, Draco/Ron, Sirius/Bill, Hermione/Charlie, Neville/Luna, Fred/George, 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 Four
Harry stretched out as he woke slowly from his dreams. He looked down and in his arms was Jamie. His dragon. He smiled now that he knew where the green and purple plushy came from--his faithful friend.
He frowned for a moment. He had left the castle last night highly upset by the memories of the Christmas' of his early childhood, brought on by the revelation that Albus Dumbledore was Father Christmas, ever since he was a First Year.
Everyone was probably worried about him. He hadn't been exactly open with his friends these past couple of weeks. Not since he and Tom Riddle had decided on a formal duel, which had morphed into an all-out Final Battle.
Harry had been frayed around the edges for days before the battle... and in the days since ... since he watched Albus fall, defending him against the Death Eaters, while he faced Tom for the final time.
Harry hadn't known where it came from; rage or despair, but as he watched Albus fall in slow motion to the ground, it was like watching Cedric die all over again. All he knew was that the monster that had dictated his life for so long was dead. He still couldn't remember how the sword appeared in his hand, only that it did. Riddle never knew what hit him as Harry charged him and attacked without any thought to his own life. Only that it ended. And ended now as he drove the sword through the monster. He collapsed to his knees and crawled to Albus, his heart breaking with each movement that brought him closer to the man he had come to see as a Grandfather. He couldn't loose him now, not after all this—after they’d finally won peace for all Wizardkind. Peace, peace would not be enough for him, if he lost Albus—the thought pained him greatly, as he e reached out with trembling fingers to feel a faint pulse under his beard.
But it was no wonder he hated the holidays, he almost loses Albus right before them, just like... just like Cedric was taken from him three years ago right before Christmas.
That Christmas—the one that was to be his first big family one with Cedric. They had been planning a big family Christmas with the Diggory's and Weasley's, along with a few others. Even with the war overshadowing the world, and darkness threatening to destroy any type of happiness, Harry was planning like a madman, and thrumming with excited anticipation of the festivities. Driving Cedric mad with shopping, decorating and baking. Harry had never had a family Christmas, and this is would be the first of many… until that fateful day in Hogsmeade.
Harry's eyes teared up as he remembered that snowy day in December only three days before Christmas as Death Eaters appeared around them. They had just stepped out of Madam Puddifoot's, arms full of packages, faces flushed with excitement. Harry hadn't thought anything could bring him down from his high, but watching Cedric's face go from happy and full of life to dull and lifeless in a matter of seconds, broke Harry in ways that day that no one knew how to fix. The skirmish around him went unnoticed, as he dropped the packages and ran to Cedric, feeling for a pulse, begging him to still be alive. All his training left him in that instant, taking him from battle-trained Auror to grieving lover. He had been inconsolable when they’d taken Cedric from his arms, and even more so when they buried Cedric on Christmas Eve. Harry stood between Ron and Hermione, each holding onto him tightly. It may have appeared to others that they were supporting him, but, somehow he felt his friends knew if they didn’t, he would have thrown himself on Cedric’s casket when they lowered it into the cold hard ground.
Just as hard and cold as his heart now was. He remembered, as he looked to the overcast sky above, filled with gray clouds, feeling the bits of ice falling from the sky. Even the angels were crying, as Cedric left this world and traveled to the next, leaving Harry behind.
After the funeral, he locked himself away at Godric’s Hollow, spending that Christmas intoxicated, willing the darkness to swallow him whole and to take away the pain of death that surrounded him.
He woke up on Boxing Day, with a massive headache and the hangover from Hell, surrounded by empty Ol’ Ogden’s bottles. Not that he cared at the time, until he stumbled into the parlor, where the tree still stood with its twinkling lights. The lights still lit and the presents still untouched. He had just raised his hand to banish it when he heard a low whining and yipping. Some of the presents began moving, followed by a yellow ball of fur crawled out from under the tree with a big red bow around it's neck. A chewed up bow, but one none the less.
Blurry eyed, Harry glared at the offending intruder. He didn't want or need this now. He just wanted to be numb to the pain that filled him. Picking up the pup, he checked the tag to see which of his friends had thought he needed this animal. He gasped and almost dropped the pup onto the floor. The previous summer, Cedric and Harry had visited an elderly Uncle in the Colonies, who raised magical animals. His specialty was Golden Retrievers bred to a high intelligence and trained to work with American Aurors. The dogs’ job was to protect their wizards and witches in dangerous situations, bonding with them as familiars. There had been a new litter born two weeks before, and Harry had played with the tumbling puppies during the visit. Now, in his arms, was his Christmas gift from Cedric. The tag on the pup’s bow read, "To the man who holds my heart. May this little ball of fur grow up and protect you when I'm not there to watch your back. Love, Cedric."
Stunned, Harry’s legs gave out and he dropped to the floor. The pup, sensing his distress, licked his face and whined. Harry buried his face in the warm fur, and finally let his last barriers fall, and he sobbed into that warm fur---the last gift from his beloved. The pup lay there, quietly in his arms, as if he knew Harry needed this. When the shuddering of Harry’s body and the wracking sobs finally slowed and stopped, the pup gently nuzzled Harry’s head and hair, trying to get to his face. When Harry raised his head and looked down at the big brown eyes, the pup yipped and licked Harry’s tears away. He moved to sit on the couch, with the pup in his lap. Reaching down to the collar around the pup’s neck, "Angelo," he whispered as he read the tag.
Harry came back to the present, when he felt the couch give under extra weight. He looked over to see Angelo, his partner in crime, sitting next to him. Angelo barked and then put his head on Harry's shoulder.
"We could always transfigure something into antlers, for you to wear."
Angelo glared. Harry snorted. From where Jamie the stuffed dragon was sitting, a puff of smoke rose from his green nostrils; almost as if he were laughing. Angelo snapped his jaws together as he glared even harder at the offending purple plushy.
"Maybe not. And you're spending too much time with Severus. Quit glaring at me. Don’t you want to help me to help Father Christmas? It might be fun to see Severus in red." Harry smirked and Angelo barked, his tongue lolling happily out of the side of his mouth.
"The world keeps changing, Angelo," Harry's fingers were tangled in the warm golden fur. "My world keeps changing and it's dragging me along with it. No matter how hard I try to stay away from it. Even Christmas. As much as I hate the season, it keeps finding me.”
Harry stood up and headed towards the stairs. He needed a bath before he went back to Hogwarts. They only had so much to time to get organized to help Father Christmas.
As much as he hated it, it looked like Harry Potter was going to into the Christmas spirit one or another--even if they had to take him kicking and screaming.
TBC....
A/N:: I hope everyone is enjoying this story... If anyone has any ideas.. i'm open.. for anything that can happen while they ready for xmas..
SeulWolfe/Calanor
Author:: SeulWolfe/Calanor
Rating:: Mature (M)Eventually NC-17
Pairing:: Snape/Harry, Remus/Lucius, Draco/Ron, Sirius/Bill, Hermione/Charlie, Neville/Luna, Fred/George, 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.
Harry stretched out as he woke slowly from his dreams. He looked down and in his arms was Jamie. His dragon. He smiled now that he knew where the green and purple plushy came from--his faithful friend.
He frowned for a moment. He had left the castle last night highly upset by the memories of the Christmas' of his early childhood, brought on by the revelation that Albus Dumbledore was Father Christmas, ever since he was a First Year.
Everyone was probably worried about him. He hadn't been exactly open with his friends these past couple of weeks. Not since he and Tom Riddle had decided on a formal duel, which had morphed into an all-out Final Battle.
Harry had been frayed around the edges for days before the battle... and in the days since ... since he watched Albus fall, defending him against the Death Eaters, while he faced Tom for the final time.
Harry hadn't known where it came from; rage or despair, but as he watched Albus fall in slow motion to the ground, it was like watching Cedric die all over again. All he knew was that the monster that had dictated his life for so long was dead. He still couldn't remember how the sword appeared in his hand, only that it did. Riddle never knew what hit him as Harry charged him and attacked without any thought to his own life. Only that it ended. And ended now as he drove the sword through the monster. He collapsed to his knees and crawled to Albus, his heart breaking with each movement that brought him closer to the man he had come to see as a Grandfather. He couldn't loose him now, not after all this—after they’d finally won peace for all Wizardkind. Peace, peace would not be enough for him, if he lost Albus—the thought pained him greatly, as he e reached out with trembling fingers to feel a faint pulse under his beard.
But it was no wonder he hated the holidays, he almost loses Albus right before them, just like... just like Cedric was taken from him three years ago right before Christmas.
That Christmas—the one that was to be his first big family one with Cedric. They had been planning a big family Christmas with the Diggory's and Weasley's, along with a few others. Even with the war overshadowing the world, and darkness threatening to destroy any type of happiness, Harry was planning like a madman, and thrumming with excited anticipation of the festivities. Driving Cedric mad with shopping, decorating and baking. Harry had never had a family Christmas, and this is would be the first of many… until that fateful day in Hogsmeade.
Harry's eyes teared up as he remembered that snowy day in December only three days before Christmas as Death Eaters appeared around them. They had just stepped out of Madam Puddifoot's, arms full of packages, faces flushed with excitement. Harry hadn't thought anything could bring him down from his high, but watching Cedric's face go from happy and full of life to dull and lifeless in a matter of seconds, broke Harry in ways that day that no one knew how to fix. The skirmish around him went unnoticed, as he dropped the packages and ran to Cedric, feeling for a pulse, begging him to still be alive. All his training left him in that instant, taking him from battle-trained Auror to grieving lover. He had been inconsolable when they’d taken Cedric from his arms, and even more so when they buried Cedric on Christmas Eve. Harry stood between Ron and Hermione, each holding onto him tightly. It may have appeared to others that they were supporting him, but, somehow he felt his friends knew if they didn’t, he would have thrown himself on Cedric’s casket when they lowered it into the cold hard ground.
Just as hard and cold as his heart now was. He remembered, as he looked to the overcast sky above, filled with gray clouds, feeling the bits of ice falling from the sky. Even the angels were crying, as Cedric left this world and traveled to the next, leaving Harry behind.
After the funeral, he locked himself away at Godric’s Hollow, spending that Christmas intoxicated, willing the darkness to swallow him whole and to take away the pain of death that surrounded him.
He woke up on Boxing Day, with a massive headache and the hangover from Hell, surrounded by empty Ol’ Ogden’s bottles. Not that he cared at the time, until he stumbled into the parlor, where the tree still stood with its twinkling lights. The lights still lit and the presents still untouched. He had just raised his hand to banish it when he heard a low whining and yipping. Some of the presents began moving, followed by a yellow ball of fur crawled out from under the tree with a big red bow around it's neck. A chewed up bow, but one none the less.
Blurry eyed, Harry glared at the offending intruder. He didn't want or need this now. He just wanted to be numb to the pain that filled him. Picking up the pup, he checked the tag to see which of his friends had thought he needed this animal. He gasped and almost dropped the pup onto the floor. The previous summer, Cedric and Harry had visited an elderly Uncle in the Colonies, who raised magical animals. His specialty was Golden Retrievers bred to a high intelligence and trained to work with American Aurors. The dogs’ job was to protect their wizards and witches in dangerous situations, bonding with them as familiars. There had been a new litter born two weeks before, and Harry had played with the tumbling puppies during the visit. Now, in his arms, was his Christmas gift from Cedric. The tag on the pup’s bow read, "To the man who holds my heart. May this little ball of fur grow up and protect you when I'm not there to watch your back. Love, Cedric."
Stunned, Harry’s legs gave out and he dropped to the floor. The pup, sensing his distress, licked his face and whined. Harry buried his face in the warm fur, and finally let his last barriers fall, and he sobbed into that warm fur---the last gift from his beloved. The pup lay there, quietly in his arms, as if he knew Harry needed this. When the shuddering of Harry’s body and the wracking sobs finally slowed and stopped, the pup gently nuzzled Harry’s head and hair, trying to get to his face. When Harry raised his head and looked down at the big brown eyes, the pup yipped and licked Harry’s tears away. He moved to sit on the couch, with the pup in his lap. Reaching down to the collar around the pup’s neck, "Angelo," he whispered as he read the tag.
Harry came back to the present, when he felt the couch give under extra weight. He looked over to see Angelo, his partner in crime, sitting next to him. Angelo barked and then put his head on Harry's shoulder.
"We could always transfigure something into antlers, for you to wear."
Angelo glared. Harry snorted. From where Jamie the stuffed dragon was sitting, a puff of smoke rose from his green nostrils; almost as if he were laughing. Angelo snapped his jaws together as he glared even harder at the offending purple plushy.
"Maybe not. And you're spending too much time with Severus. Quit glaring at me. Don’t you want to help me to help Father Christmas? It might be fun to see Severus in red." Harry smirked and Angelo barked, his tongue lolling happily out of the side of his mouth.
"The world keeps changing, Angelo," Harry's fingers were tangled in the warm golden fur. "My world keeps changing and it's dragging me along with it. No matter how hard I try to stay away from it. Even Christmas. As much as I hate the season, it keeps finding me.”
Harry stood up and headed towards the stairs. He needed a bath before he went back to Hogwarts. They only had so much to time to get organized to help Father Christmas.
As much as he hated it, it looked like Harry Potter was going to into the Christmas spirit one or another--even if they had to take him kicking and screaming.
TBC....
A/N:: I hope everyone is enjoying this story... If anyone has any ideas.. i'm open.. for anything that can happen while they ready for xmas..
SeulWolfe/Calanor