agneskamilla (agneskamilla) wrote in adventdrabbles, @ 2014-12-22 00:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | contributor: agneskamilla, dec21, fandom: harry potter, prompt19, prompt21, year: 2014 |
Dec 21; Harry Potter; Snape, Harry, Draco; Greetings
Title: Greetings
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy
Rating: G
Word Count: 1013
Warning(s): AU, pre-slash (main pairing will be Snarry eventually)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I write this only for entertainment purposes, no money is made by me.
Prompt(s): Christmas card portrait, Winter Solstice
AN: Unbeta'd. Written for adventdrabbles 2014; Day 21. I have had this idea for months and now I will attempt to write it in December... so TBC. Part of series called 'Incomplete'. Follow up to Departure, Encounter, Storm, Night-time, Introductions, Observation, Rescheduling, Lecture and Outing.
Dear Aunt Petunia,
Happy Holidays!
I hope you and your family are all well, and there will be no catching the seasonal cold for Dudley this year.
With me, everything is fine. I learn a lot from Master Snape. He is a tough teacher, but I can clearly see what made Mum become friends with him. He is very smart and funny – although his humour sometimes stings – and has quite a temper (some common ground with Mum, don’t you think?).
I am wishing you and yours Joy and Peace at Christmas and throughout the New Year!
Harry
Harry finishes the card with a satisfied nod and puts it in an envelope. Later he will have to visit the Muggle post office in the village and send it to Petunia.
It is still early and the house is quiet as everyone else is still sleeping, but Harry has been up for some time, and his stomach reminds him that it will need some sustenance. He descends to the kitchen to find something to eat. Harry remembers Dobby mentioning that Master Snape appreciates pancakes for breakfast. Maybe Harry should make some? He opens the cupboard to check if the necessary ingredients are available, when with a loud pop, the elf appears beside him.
“What is Dobby can get for Mr Potter?” he asks with an eager smile.
“Good morning, Dobby. I am fine, thank you. Just thought that I would make some pancakes for breakfast. Do you know if we have everything needed for that?” he asks the little creature cheerfully.
The elf’s eyes widen and he shakes his head frantically.
“No, no!” He pulls agitatedly both his ears. “Mr Potter is must not cook! Dobby is must be the one does the cooking!” he protests vehemently.
“It’s fine, I can do it myself,” Harry tries to reassure him.
“You is must not!” the elf shouts scandalised. “A Malfoy elf is must do what is told; Mistress Malfoy told Dobby to cook for young Master and Master Snape!” He definitely looks panicked now, tearing his ears with such force that Harry is afraid that he will hurt himself.
“Oh, I see. Calm down, I won’t make you go against her wishes.” Harry puts his hands on the distressed elf’s shoulders and tries to placate him. “Did she also tell you that nobody else might cook for them but you?” he asks.
“Nooo…” the elf admits, his trembling and ear-pulling easing a bit.
“Then would it be against her exact orders to let me do the cooking?” Harry inquires further.
“Nooo… but young Master would be angry at Dobby and then Dobby musts punish himself!” the elf explains, his agitation once more at full force.
Harry is concerned that he will remove his ears. “And what if we don’t tell anyone that I made the breakfast?” he tries to find a way.
The elf pauses. “Dobby not knows. Malfoy elf musts prepare the perfect meal what a Malfoy deserves,” he quotes, giving Harry a calculating look.
Harry laughs. “I see… so you have doubts if I can produce a meal worthy of a Malfoy elf? Fine, then you may check it before we serve, is that acceptable?” he asks, his eyes pleading the elf to let him do this small favour for Master Snape.
“Dobby is thinks so…” Dobby agrees reluctantly. “But no telling, Harry Potter, that it was you!”
“It is a deal!” Harry accepts with a big smile and he immediately starts to work.
Later Harry is convinced that all the work was worth the sparks in Master Snape’s eyes as he devours possibly the tenth pancake generously covered with chocolate spread.
Harry smiles. “Enjoying your breakfast, sir?” Harry ask mischievously.
Snape covers his joyful expression with a scowl, although the tiny patch of chocolate in the corner of his mouth dampens its effect.
“It is adequate,” he says calmly. “I have a negligible amount of… fondness for pancakes.”
Harry’s smile only grows. “Really?”
Malfoy, who has followed the short exchange staring daggers, chimes in. “In this case it’s a good thing that I ordered the elf to make some for you, isn’t it?”
Snape looks surprised then pleased. “Indeed, it was very thoughtful of you, Draco.”
Harry is seething, but he cannot say a word, he promised to Dobby. He shots an angry look at Malfoy, who ignores him completely.
Suddenly a pile of letters pop into existence beside Snape’s elbow; he prefers to sort his post at breakfast. He handles an envelope to Malfoy, and surprisingly another to Harry. Harry cannot fathom who could send him a letter, especially in a bright blue envelope on which Harry’s name and address has been written with a sparkling purple ink.
Harry opens the letter curiously.
It contains a Christmas card from Albus Dumbledore; the gaudiest card Harry has ever seen, sporting every colour of the rainbow and then some. It says:
The Magic of Christmas never ends
and its greatest of gifts
are family and friends.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Harry grins widely and looks up to see Snape holding a similar, overly-colourful card. There is a soft expression on the man’s face, not quite a smile, but almost. Seeing it makes Harry feel warm.
He pulls his eyes away from Snape and meets the gaze of a scowling Malfoy, who holds a card with an elegantly designed coat of arms on it.
The blonde gives Harry one last, nasty look then he turns to Snape.
“Severus,” he says. “Mother sends you her best wishes for the season,” Malfoy delivers the message. “She also wishes to inform you that she hopes to pay us a visit on the Winter Solstice, if you agree, alongside with my Aunt Bellatrix.”
The previous hint of a not-quite-a-smile disappears from Snape’s face and his mouth turns into a barely visible line.
“But of course,” he drawls. “I am looking forward to it.”
Somehow, Harry doesn’t believe him. Seeing Malfoy’s smug and malicious expression he has the feeling that he shouldn’t look forward to the visit either.