The 12 Days of X-Mas
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Snape
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
12,674
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 8
Huge thanks go to Amanda, Judy, Cameron, and Donovan, I’m so glad you’re enjoying it. :D
Zimpmle, yes I will be posting one/day however I do have them all written out already so there’s no fear of me falling behind. :D Thanks
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The water was gone. The swans were gone. Severus wanted them back with a desperation close to obsession. Nothing, absolutely nothing could possibly be worse than this. Although, he supposed he could be working in his classroom. He shuddered at the very thought. Women with buckets of fresh cow milk (and their cows) traveled up and down the halls like... well… women with milk and cows. Snape hadn’t dared venture inside his classroom lest he be unable to fit.
Instead he had posted a notice on his door that his students were to meet him at Hagrid’s shack down by the Forbidden Forest. They would all go ingredient hunting instead. Snape got away from the cows and overabundance of milk, he didn’t have to teach incompetents in the arts of brewing, and he was able to restock his ingredients with almost no physical work himself. Not a bad day’s work all in all, but that didn’t mean he had to like going back.
Oh, no. He’d stay outside thank you very much. At the end of each class he magicked the various ingredients to his chambers to be sorted and bottled later. Draco found him during lunch, not, for once, trailed by Potter. The two managed to speak briefly and share a quick meal before Snape’s next class arrived. It occurred to Severus that he couldn’t recall a time where he had enjoyed a meal outside in the sun. That didn’t mean he was going to make it a habit though. The dark enclosure of his dungeons was what he preferred.
By the time his next class arrived, the meal had been finished and the two were saying their good byes with Severus promising to be at dinner in the Great Hall later that day.
--//--
He was not looking forward to his gift tonight. He couldn’t come up with any possible interpretation his gift-giver would use that he would even consider keeping. Cows and maids were just not his cup of tea. So, when a box materialized on his desk that night, it was with great trepidation that he opened it. Would he have seven small cows? A collection of girls? A painting of cows and girls? He shuddered again and lifted a single carefully wrapped item.
Pulling the tissue paper away revealed a bell. Not a cow bell, thank goodness, but a white porcelain dinner bell. Along the edge were inscribed the words ‘Blessed Are’ in a soft blue script.
Severus Snape was officially stumped.
He immediately left his rooms flooing to the Headmaster’s office which was conspicuously empty. Without a thought as to where the man could be, Severus began browsing the man’s extensive library of books. He was bound to find something.
--//--
It was three am when Severus finally stumbled over what he had been looking for. The castle’s muggle literature department was sorely lacking in any religious texts and essays and working out how to use that obscure thing they call the Internet was much harder than he had anticipated. After he had worked out the basic mechanics of the thing, though, finding what he wanted had been the work of only a few moments. He was even considering installing a computer in his rooms, though that might give a few of the faculty heart attacks.
Despite potential faculty death, Severus had found what he wanted.
According to some, the twelve days of Christmas song and poem was not merely a song, but a representation of twelve articles that a young Catholic must learn. They had been translated into a lover’s gifts so that young children could sing the song in the early 16th century during times of religious persecution.
He furrowed his brow and kept reading. The page listed the twelve days and what each of the items meant. Scrolling downward he reached eight. The eight maids were said to represent the eight Beatitudes. They were listed as follows:
Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are they who mourn: for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst after justice: for they shall have their fill.
Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the clean of heart: for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.
Blessed are they that suffer persecution for justice' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Severus spent several more hours researching the topic and found that there was no conclusive evidence that the song stood for what many thought it did. On the other hand, there was no conclusive evidence to the contrary either. Severus himself was not religious but it was obvious to him that his suitor (for that was what he would refer to the thus far anonymous giver as) had done their homework and that alone was enough to convince him to keep the bell at least for the duration of the twelve days.
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AN: More to come as the days do.
Zimpmle, yes I will be posting one/day however I do have them all written out already so there’s no fear of me falling behind. :D Thanks
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The water was gone. The swans were gone. Severus wanted them back with a desperation close to obsession. Nothing, absolutely nothing could possibly be worse than this. Although, he supposed he could be working in his classroom. He shuddered at the very thought. Women with buckets of fresh cow milk (and their cows) traveled up and down the halls like... well… women with milk and cows. Snape hadn’t dared venture inside his classroom lest he be unable to fit.
Instead he had posted a notice on his door that his students were to meet him at Hagrid’s shack down by the Forbidden Forest. They would all go ingredient hunting instead. Snape got away from the cows and overabundance of milk, he didn’t have to teach incompetents in the arts of brewing, and he was able to restock his ingredients with almost no physical work himself. Not a bad day’s work all in all, but that didn’t mean he had to like going back.
Oh, no. He’d stay outside thank you very much. At the end of each class he magicked the various ingredients to his chambers to be sorted and bottled later. Draco found him during lunch, not, for once, trailed by Potter. The two managed to speak briefly and share a quick meal before Snape’s next class arrived. It occurred to Severus that he couldn’t recall a time where he had enjoyed a meal outside in the sun. That didn’t mean he was going to make it a habit though. The dark enclosure of his dungeons was what he preferred.
By the time his next class arrived, the meal had been finished and the two were saying their good byes with Severus promising to be at dinner in the Great Hall later that day.
--//--
He was not looking forward to his gift tonight. He couldn’t come up with any possible interpretation his gift-giver would use that he would even consider keeping. Cows and maids were just not his cup of tea. So, when a box materialized on his desk that night, it was with great trepidation that he opened it. Would he have seven small cows? A collection of girls? A painting of cows and girls? He shuddered again and lifted a single carefully wrapped item.
Pulling the tissue paper away revealed a bell. Not a cow bell, thank goodness, but a white porcelain dinner bell. Along the edge were inscribed the words ‘Blessed Are’ in a soft blue script.
Severus Snape was officially stumped.
He immediately left his rooms flooing to the Headmaster’s office which was conspicuously empty. Without a thought as to where the man could be, Severus began browsing the man’s extensive library of books. He was bound to find something.
--//--
It was three am when Severus finally stumbled over what he had been looking for. The castle’s muggle literature department was sorely lacking in any religious texts and essays and working out how to use that obscure thing they call the Internet was much harder than he had anticipated. After he had worked out the basic mechanics of the thing, though, finding what he wanted had been the work of only a few moments. He was even considering installing a computer in his rooms, though that might give a few of the faculty heart attacks.
Despite potential faculty death, Severus had found what he wanted.
According to some, the twelve days of Christmas song and poem was not merely a song, but a representation of twelve articles that a young Catholic must learn. They had been translated into a lover’s gifts so that young children could sing the song in the early 16th century during times of religious persecution.
He furrowed his brow and kept reading. The page listed the twelve days and what each of the items meant. Scrolling downward he reached eight. The eight maids were said to represent the eight Beatitudes. They were listed as follows:
Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are they who mourn: for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst after justice: for they shall have their fill.
Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the clean of heart: for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.
Blessed are they that suffer persecution for justice' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Severus spent several more hours researching the topic and found that there was no conclusive evidence that the song stood for what many thought it did. On the other hand, there was no conclusive evidence to the contrary either. Severus himself was not religious but it was obvious to him that his suitor (for that was what he would refer to the thus far anonymous giver as) had done their homework and that alone was enough to convince him to keep the bell at least for the duration of the twelve days.
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AN: More to come as the days do.