The 12 Days of X-Mas
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
12,673
Reviews:
69
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
2
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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.
Day 7
Severus wasn’t sure what exactly made him leave his rooms in the middle of the night on the morning of the seventh day. It was one of those sudden gut feelings he had, one of those urges that something needed to be done, seen, said, and that if he didn’t hurry there would be consequences. Such gut feelings had saved his ass no few times so he wasn’t in the habit of ignoring them. He quickly donned both cloak and robes, full dress for his stalk around the castle halls, and upon exiting his chambers, promptly landed shin deep in frigid water.
“Bugger…” He pulled himself back into the dry ground of his room and cast his wand about, blazing the torches. The hallway had been flooded completely. Not only that, but the floor had sunk at least six inches to accommodate the water. “Bloody hell, Albus you’ve gone mad.”
“Do you really think so? Personally I like the change in décor…”
Severus sneered down the hallway at a distant figure he couldn’t make out. The voice was clear enough, though. Potter.
“And what, pray tell, would you be doing down here?”
“The resident mad man. Not by my asking, I assure you.”
Severus found very little about that remark to be snide. In fact, it seemed rather amused. He glowered further. Potter moved forward and into Snape’s view. The man was bone dry and quite literally, walking on water. There was a distant honk. Both men turned to look down the other direction. The honk came again, this time answered by two others.
“Oh Merlin, no…”
“What’s that?”
“A figment of my imagination. I have got to be dreaming. Tell me Potter, is the rest of the castle flooded this way?”
“Yup. Stairs are waterfalls and hallways are canals. Care to enlighten me as to the sound?”
It came again, this time much closer.
“And tell me again, Potter. What is given on the seventh day of Christmas?”
“You always were a backwards teacher. I take it Professor Dumbledore has been celebrating said days of Christmas?”
“Got it in one...” He muttered mostly to himself. With a quickly muttered incantation, Severus too stepped onto the water and closed his door behind him. As he brushed past his former student he realized that part of his imposition was gone. His boots no longer clicked along the stones. He muttered again and swooped along the hallways to his classroom. “Why are you following me, Potter?” He snapped behind him.
“Nothing better to do, Sir. That and I couldn’t find Draco so I figured you’re the next best thing.”
“Yes, about that.” He whirled, satisfied that his cloak still spun and billowed over the water. “You two seem rather buddy buddy, hmm? I wonder why that is…” He paused to consider for a moment. “And don’t bother with the ‘we worked out our differences’ trollop. I’m almost certain that’s not the case.” He turned and walked again, not quite able to muster up the annoyance of yester-year when Harry followed. And since when was he Harry?! He gave himself a mental lashing until he reached his classroom door and almost missed Potter’s reply. Potter. Yes. That was better.
“I learned to ignore the jibes meant to goad me, reply to the ones said in jest, and learn from everything else. Seemed to have worked.”
“Huh. I’m surprised a Gryffindor such as yourself could tell the difference.”
“Only you could make a complement sound like an insult.”
Severus opened his door and was not at all surprised to find seven swans lining the center isle. He started casting his twelve spells without so much as a hitch in conversation. “I thought you learned to ignore jibes?” He was very grateful that his classroom floor did not suffer the same fate as the halls. He was also grateful that today was part of the weekend.
“Draco’s jibes. I’m still working on you… the Headmaster seems to think you need more Christmas Spirit, Snape.”
“I wish...” He muttered under his breath.
“Pardon?”
“Nothing that concerns you, Potter. For how much longer am I to endure your presence?”
The blasted man had the cheek to grin and make his way out. “You had only to ask!” Singsonged over his shoulder. Severus spent the next ten minutes trying in vain to make the swans stay in his classroom. They would not have it, however, and the potions professor soon gave up and guided them back to his chambers, he on the two inches of air above the water, they swimming along behind him as though it was a sunny day on the lake.
--//--
Severus found, upon entrance to his bathroom that morning that his gift had come early. The normally geometric black stone that made up a rectangular counter and shower had been transformed into smoothly blending shapes with swan adornments. He decided that it would take a little getting use to. His sink’s waterspout was a swan neck and head. He reached under the open beak and water spouted into the bowl. Three miniature swans, their necks and wings outstretched in a circle, made up a small container that held his toothbrush, toothpaste, and hairbrush.
His shower also had changed, the spout being transfigured into the likeness of a swan, as had his sink. At the opposite end was the spout for the tub and beside it, a smaller whole swan sat on the rim. He found it firmly connected to the tub. It produced an unscented soap. He counted.
There were seven.
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AN: More to come as the days do.
“Bugger…” He pulled himself back into the dry ground of his room and cast his wand about, blazing the torches. The hallway had been flooded completely. Not only that, but the floor had sunk at least six inches to accommodate the water. “Bloody hell, Albus you’ve gone mad.”
“Do you really think so? Personally I like the change in décor…”
Severus sneered down the hallway at a distant figure he couldn’t make out. The voice was clear enough, though. Potter.
“And what, pray tell, would you be doing down here?”
“The resident mad man. Not by my asking, I assure you.”
Severus found very little about that remark to be snide. In fact, it seemed rather amused. He glowered further. Potter moved forward and into Snape’s view. The man was bone dry and quite literally, walking on water. There was a distant honk. Both men turned to look down the other direction. The honk came again, this time answered by two others.
“Oh Merlin, no…”
“What’s that?”
“A figment of my imagination. I have got to be dreaming. Tell me Potter, is the rest of the castle flooded this way?”
“Yup. Stairs are waterfalls and hallways are canals. Care to enlighten me as to the sound?”
It came again, this time much closer.
“And tell me again, Potter. What is given on the seventh day of Christmas?”
“You always were a backwards teacher. I take it Professor Dumbledore has been celebrating said days of Christmas?”
“Got it in one...” He muttered mostly to himself. With a quickly muttered incantation, Severus too stepped onto the water and closed his door behind him. As he brushed past his former student he realized that part of his imposition was gone. His boots no longer clicked along the stones. He muttered again and swooped along the hallways to his classroom. “Why are you following me, Potter?” He snapped behind him.
“Nothing better to do, Sir. That and I couldn’t find Draco so I figured you’re the next best thing.”
“Yes, about that.” He whirled, satisfied that his cloak still spun and billowed over the water. “You two seem rather buddy buddy, hmm? I wonder why that is…” He paused to consider for a moment. “And don’t bother with the ‘we worked out our differences’ trollop. I’m almost certain that’s not the case.” He turned and walked again, not quite able to muster up the annoyance of yester-year when Harry followed. And since when was he Harry?! He gave himself a mental lashing until he reached his classroom door and almost missed Potter’s reply. Potter. Yes. That was better.
“I learned to ignore the jibes meant to goad me, reply to the ones said in jest, and learn from everything else. Seemed to have worked.”
“Huh. I’m surprised a Gryffindor such as yourself could tell the difference.”
“Only you could make a complement sound like an insult.”
Severus opened his door and was not at all surprised to find seven swans lining the center isle. He started casting his twelve spells without so much as a hitch in conversation. “I thought you learned to ignore jibes?” He was very grateful that his classroom floor did not suffer the same fate as the halls. He was also grateful that today was part of the weekend.
“Draco’s jibes. I’m still working on you… the Headmaster seems to think you need more Christmas Spirit, Snape.”
“I wish...” He muttered under his breath.
“Pardon?”
“Nothing that concerns you, Potter. For how much longer am I to endure your presence?”
The blasted man had the cheek to grin and make his way out. “You had only to ask!” Singsonged over his shoulder. Severus spent the next ten minutes trying in vain to make the swans stay in his classroom. They would not have it, however, and the potions professor soon gave up and guided them back to his chambers, he on the two inches of air above the water, they swimming along behind him as though it was a sunny day on the lake.
--//--
Severus found, upon entrance to his bathroom that morning that his gift had come early. The normally geometric black stone that made up a rectangular counter and shower had been transformed into smoothly blending shapes with swan adornments. He decided that it would take a little getting use to. His sink’s waterspout was a swan neck and head. He reached under the open beak and water spouted into the bowl. Three miniature swans, their necks and wings outstretched in a circle, made up a small container that held his toothbrush, toothpaste, and hairbrush.
His shower also had changed, the spout being transfigured into the likeness of a swan, as had his sink. At the opposite end was the spout for the tub and beside it, a smaller whole swan sat on the rim. He found it firmly connected to the tub. It produced an unscented soap. He counted.
There were seven.
--
AN: More to come as the days do.