mrscake (mrscake) wrote in lupin_snape, @ 2009-07-14 22:19:00 |
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Title: A Hogwarts Christmas Carol.
Author: MrsCake_akaJane
Rating: PG
Pairing: Lupin/Snape
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I claim no rights to the characters, just the situations in which I'm placing them.
Summary: The first Christmas after the war. Snape is his usual bastard self, but the powers that be decide that it must stop now. They will use every power they can to make the dower man see sence. What will Snape see through the eyes of the spirits?
The Hogwarts Christmas Carol.
A/N: I’m sorry I’ve taken so long to update this story. I promise you will have bi-daily updates till the end of the story from now on. I was a little dis-heartened because I had hardly any reviews. Hopefully that will change. Let me know anything you like or dislike about this story.
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1884374/mrs
Chapter three – The first spirit’s conclusion.
Snape found himself in the grounds of Hogwarts and looking around, he saw his younger self, perhaps sixteen years old, enter the Forbidden Forest.
“Should we follow?” Albus asked.
“Why don’t I remember this?” Severus asked looking around.
“You got so used to pushing away all good feelings and memories, Severus that some are buried deeply in your mind.”
The teenage Snape had come to a clearing and stopped, looking around apprehensively. Soon another boy entered the clearing opposite them.
“You came, I wasn’t sure if you would.” The other boy said softly.
“Your note said you had something to say you could not at school. What is it?”
“Well, it is Christmas and they are all dancing at the castle, and I knew if I asked you, you would say no. I hoped if we were alone you might say yes.” The boy blushed and looked away.
Snape walked forward to see who the mystery boy was. “It’s Lupin. Why would Lupin ask me to dance?”
“Just watch, Severus.” Dumbledore smiled knowingly.
Snape’s younger self took a few steps forward. “How do you propose we dance with no music?”
Lupin smiled and came closer. “I thought of that.” Lupin waved his wand and the dulcet tones of Frank Sinatra began to sing ‘Fly me to the moon.’
Snape watched in fascination as his younger self danced with Lupin around the clearing. When the song ended, Lupin reached up and placed a soft kiss to his partner’s lips before stepping back. “Goodnight, Severus. Merry Christmas.”
Lupin left two shocked Snapes and an amused Dumbledore in the clearing.
“Goodnight, Remus,” whispered the young Snape.
“We have one last stop, Severus. Take my hand.” Dumbledore said gently.
This time Snape had no idea where he was or when.
“Follow me, Severus.”
Snape followed Dumbledore down a well-kept road, the houses were immaculate and all was quiet. Dumbledore stopped at number four and walked through the door. Snape followed. Looking around trying to assess where and when they were.
He saw a fat child screaming at the entrance of the kitchen. “But I’m hungry now!!” it wailed.
“Duddy darling, it’s not dinner time yet.” A tall skinny woman said trying to calm the large boy.
“Don’t care. I’m hungry right now.” The child stomped its foot.
“How about mummy makes you a nice sandwich before dinner?” The woman tried in desperation.
“And ice cream.” Demanded the boy
“Of course, Duddy darling, it’s Christmas after all.” The tall skinny woman turned her head into the kitchen. “You heard, boy, get on with it.” She sneered before turning back with a smile for the large boy. “Come on, Duddykins, come play with your new toys. Freaks like that don’t get Christmas.”
Snape looked into the kitchen to see none other than Harry Potter who looked no older than six standing on a stool cooking.
“They’re making him cook? But he can’t be older than six.”
“Actually, he’s nine. But years of living in a cupboard under the stairs and eating barely enough to stay alive has stunted his growth. He cooks most meals, they never call him by name, it’s always boy, or freak.”
“How could I not have known this?”
“Harry doesn’t talk about it.” There was no mistaking the sadness in Dumbledore’s voice
The scene changed slightly and it was now dark. They were stood in the hallway and the tall woman Snape now recognised as Petunia, unlocked the door to the cupboard under the stairs. “Go clean up, boy, there is bread and cheese in the fridge for you. We are going to bed, so be quiet.” The boy made no complaint but walked into the kitchen to start cleaning the mess his family had left behind. Harry hungrily ate the bread and cheese left for him and then looking to make sure no one could see him, Harry picked at the cold left overs of the dinners on the plates.
Harry sighed. “I wish I had someone that understood.”
“It’s time for us to go, Severus.”
Snape found himself back in his rooms and Dumbledore watching him sadly.
“I must go now, my boy, you will be visited in two nights by the next spirits. Take care of yourself, my son.”
Dumbledore disappeared, leaving Severus to crawl into bed and think about what he’d learned.