A hogwarts christmas carol
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Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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1,146
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A hogwarts christmas carol
Story: A sweet little Christmas story… Even Snape celebrates Christmas in his own way :) Now he gets to spend it with someone he has loved for a long time.
A/n: I do not own Severus Snape, he belongs to the magical world off Harry Potter created by JK Rowling *snifs* Angel Dean is fully mine how ever :)
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Chapter one.
“\'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Gryffindor house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The students were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And McGonagall in her \'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter\'s nap,
When out on the grounds there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
\"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the tower! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!\"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the castle the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
\"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!\"”
Angel giggled when she ended the story; she had altered it just a little bit so that it seemed it was for Hogwarts. Silently she crept out of bed and wondered out into the halls, tomorrow would be Christmas and though there were not many students here for the holidays she wanted to make it the best one she could possibly manage. Softly she tiptoed too the notification board and hung up her Christmas poem, so that everyone could see it as they walked by to go to Hogsmeade.
She jumped when she heard soft shuffling and peered around her just in time to see a whirl of black robes vanish into the shadows. Smiling she stepped up to them and pulled the normally stern Professor Snape out.
“Miss Dean” he gasped as he felt her hand around his wrist.
“Professor” she nodded giving it a little tug, “did you by any change notice you were standing under mistle toe?”
He quirked and eyebrow and fixed his gaze upon her eyes, now what could she mean by that “indeed” he merely nodded as he saw her face come closer to his.
“Good” she whispered as she pressed her lips upon his and kissed him softly.
Gasping he toppled back into the shadows, no one had ever kissed him like that “miss Dean” he muttered, it was not right for a student to kiss him. And yet it had been so sweet, so soft he whished he could do it again, but by the time he looked up, he saw her soft blue evening robes billow around a corner and he knew then and there he would not get another chance tonight. Sighing he looked onto the board hoping to find what she was doing there but his eyes immediately fell upon her hand writing, he knew this poem was not hers and yet she had changed it ever so slightly. It was now about Hogwarts instead of a normal house and he had to admit it was quite nice, a soft smile curved his lips as he copied it down and took it with him too his room.
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The next day came bright and snowy, the small snowflakes falling down onto her windows as she peered outside… It had become even whiter than the day before, smiling she hopped out of bed. She had not slept much this night; there were two things on her mind. One was the fact that she had to perform a song in front of the teachers and the remaining students and the second was the kiss. She kissed Snape; sighing happily she pulled on a red Santa dress with a soft white fur on the bottom and her black high heeled boots. Then combing her long black hair she pulled it up in a loose bun and twisted a red and white scrunchie around it. Giggling at her own reflection she pulled her door closed and bobbed downstairs to find Hermione and Ron kissing passionately.
“I knew it” she gasped as she flopped in a comfy armchair… Harry who had just come down rolled his eyes and sat next to her.
“Nice outfit Dean”
“Thanks” she blushed, that was the reaction she hoped to get although not from the boy who lived. “So where is Cryssy?”
“Not awake yet” he smiled “or at least I think, she knocked me out of the room last night”
“Poor you” Angel laughed, she was glad that her sister and best friend had fallen in love.
“Hmmm and what about Ginny?” Ron muttered through his kisses.
“With Draco” Angel smiled
“What” Ron gasped “I can never get used to that…”
“Don’t be silly Ron” the red head said when she walked in “he makes me happy”
“Yeah but”
“No buts”
He grumbled slightly, but his mouth fell onto his ankles the moment he saw Angel “Wow”
“Ron” Hermione said enraged as she slapped him on the head
“Yeah” Angel sighed “Look at some one your own age… like the person you were kissing for instance”
He blushed as red as his own hair was, Angel was right she was much older than him. But he could not imagine Hermione ever looking like that.
“Well gotta go” Angel grinned as she got up making more mouths drop open. The shortness of the dress and the long black boots made her legs look longer than ever. Her black hair in contrast with the red of her dress and the blue of her eyes and yet amazing to look at. The low cut dress revealing just enough to make the beholder want to see more of that creamy and soft skin.
“Bye Angel” every boy in every year muttered sadly as they watched her go, but she simply smiled and waved.
Before long she bounced into the great hall where there were several students waiting impatiently for the teacher to arrive. They were too welcome the teachers and students with a choir of singing Angels or so too speak. All were giving a beautiful pair of wings and Angel decided then and there to keep them on for the rest of the day, laughing when Flitwick finally walked in she perked up and bounced to her place practising until an elf warned them the students and teachers were on their way.
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Authors note: OMG so this tale is completely inspired by the last Due South episode I saw… I am a total Christmas nut and even though this is waaaaaaaaay early for one I could not help myself. Please review :)
A/n: I do not own Severus Snape, he belongs to the magical world off Harry Potter created by JK Rowling *snifs* Angel Dean is fully mine how ever :)
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Chapter one.
“\'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Gryffindor house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The students were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And McGonagall in her \'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter\'s nap,
When out on the grounds there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
\"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONDER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the tower! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!\"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the castle the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
\"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!\"”
Angel giggled when she ended the story; she had altered it just a little bit so that it seemed it was for Hogwarts. Silently she crept out of bed and wondered out into the halls, tomorrow would be Christmas and though there were not many students here for the holidays she wanted to make it the best one she could possibly manage. Softly she tiptoed too the notification board and hung up her Christmas poem, so that everyone could see it as they walked by to go to Hogsmeade.
She jumped when she heard soft shuffling and peered around her just in time to see a whirl of black robes vanish into the shadows. Smiling she stepped up to them and pulled the normally stern Professor Snape out.
“Miss Dean” he gasped as he felt her hand around his wrist.
“Professor” she nodded giving it a little tug, “did you by any change notice you were standing under mistle toe?”
He quirked and eyebrow and fixed his gaze upon her eyes, now what could she mean by that “indeed” he merely nodded as he saw her face come closer to his.
“Good” she whispered as she pressed her lips upon his and kissed him softly.
Gasping he toppled back into the shadows, no one had ever kissed him like that “miss Dean” he muttered, it was not right for a student to kiss him. And yet it had been so sweet, so soft he whished he could do it again, but by the time he looked up, he saw her soft blue evening robes billow around a corner and he knew then and there he would not get another chance tonight. Sighing he looked onto the board hoping to find what she was doing there but his eyes immediately fell upon her hand writing, he knew this poem was not hers and yet she had changed it ever so slightly. It was now about Hogwarts instead of a normal house and he had to admit it was quite nice, a soft smile curved his lips as he copied it down and took it with him too his room.
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The next day came bright and snowy, the small snowflakes falling down onto her windows as she peered outside… It had become even whiter than the day before, smiling she hopped out of bed. She had not slept much this night; there were two things on her mind. One was the fact that she had to perform a song in front of the teachers and the remaining students and the second was the kiss. She kissed Snape; sighing happily she pulled on a red Santa dress with a soft white fur on the bottom and her black high heeled boots. Then combing her long black hair she pulled it up in a loose bun and twisted a red and white scrunchie around it. Giggling at her own reflection she pulled her door closed and bobbed downstairs to find Hermione and Ron kissing passionately.
“I knew it” she gasped as she flopped in a comfy armchair… Harry who had just come down rolled his eyes and sat next to her.
“Nice outfit Dean”
“Thanks” she blushed, that was the reaction she hoped to get although not from the boy who lived. “So where is Cryssy?”
“Not awake yet” he smiled “or at least I think, she knocked me out of the room last night”
“Poor you” Angel laughed, she was glad that her sister and best friend had fallen in love.
“Hmmm and what about Ginny?” Ron muttered through his kisses.
“With Draco” Angel smiled
“What” Ron gasped “I can never get used to that…”
“Don’t be silly Ron” the red head said when she walked in “he makes me happy”
“Yeah but”
“No buts”
He grumbled slightly, but his mouth fell onto his ankles the moment he saw Angel “Wow”
“Ron” Hermione said enraged as she slapped him on the head
“Yeah” Angel sighed “Look at some one your own age… like the person you were kissing for instance”
He blushed as red as his own hair was, Angel was right she was much older than him. But he could not imagine Hermione ever looking like that.
“Well gotta go” Angel grinned as she got up making more mouths drop open. The shortness of the dress and the long black boots made her legs look longer than ever. Her black hair in contrast with the red of her dress and the blue of her eyes and yet amazing to look at. The low cut dress revealing just enough to make the beholder want to see more of that creamy and soft skin.
“Bye Angel” every boy in every year muttered sadly as they watched her go, but she simply smiled and waved.
Before long she bounced into the great hall where there were several students waiting impatiently for the teacher to arrive. They were too welcome the teachers and students with a choir of singing Angels or so too speak. All were giving a beautiful pair of wings and Angel decided then and there to keep them on for the rest of the day, laughing when Flitwick finally walked in she perked up and bounced to her place practising until an elf warned them the students and teachers were on their way.
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Authors note: OMG so this tale is completely inspired by the last Due South episode I saw… I am a total Christmas nut and even though this is waaaaaaaaay early for one I could not help myself. Please review :)