Author's note: I have read many Christmas Carol stories in the past and Christmas Eve I got this Idea stuck in my head and would not leave. So I decided to write my own version of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol with a Harry Potter twist. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter Characters and Charles Dickens owns the Christmas Carol.
Characters:
Severus Snape: Scrooge
Lucius Malfoy: Marley
Draco Malfoy: Nephew Fred (or in this case he is his godson)
Arthur Weasley: Cratchet
Molly Weasley: Mrs. Cratchet
Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger: Cratchet children
Harry Potter: (adopted son) or Tiny Tim
Albus Dumbledore: as himself
Minerva McGonagall: Ghost of Christmas Past
Rubeus Hagrid: Ghost of Christmas Present
A Dementor: Ghost of Christmas Future
Harry Potter Christmas Carol
It was early afternoon on Christmas Eve. Outside the snow was falling lightly on the ground as the residents of Hogsmeade bustled about getting the last minute Christmas presents. On the corner of town stood a small building, a sign hanging above the door read: Malfoy and Snape.
Sitting at his desk labeling the potion vials Arthur Weasley shivered pulling his soiled, tattered robe tighter around his thin shoulders. Longingly he glanced up to look at the fireplace where the fire had gone out wishing he could throw in another log. But he knew he was not allowed until he asked permission from his boss, Severus Snape.
Setting his old quill down Arthur stood and quietly made his way over to the closed door of the potions laboratory. Gently knocking he waited till he heard a harsh "come in" before opening the door.
Severus Snape stood over a boiling cauldron stirring the ingredients within carefully. "What is it you want Weasley?" He growled at his balding redheaded employee.
Gathering the courage Arthur spoke. "Seeing it is Christmas Eve sir….I was wondering if I might have the rest of the day off."
Snape's dark eyes flitted up from the potion and stared coldly at Arthur. "You probably wish to be paid as well? You can forget it Weasley." He went back to stirring.
Arthur nodded sadly as he turned to leave and return to his desk.
"Weasley you make take the rest of the day off as well as tomorrow, but be here the day after tomorrow not a minute late." Snape said after a moment. "Don't expect to be paid."
Arthur's eyes grew wide. "Oh thank you sir, you don't know how much this will mean to my family and I."
"Get out of here Weasley before I change my mind." Snape growled never taking his eyes off the cauldron.
Smiling Arthur pulled his scarf out of his pocket and wrapped it around his neck. "Yes sir, thank you sir." He said placing a hand on the door handle. "Merry Christmas sir." He added before shutting the door quietly.
"Bah humbug" Snape whispered harshly as he turned down the flame.
Snape worked for about an hour before he heard another knock on his door. "What do you want?" He growled out impatiently.
The door slowly opened and a blond headed boy of about eleven appeared. "Hello Uncle Severus." The boy greeted.
Instead of returning his godson's greeting Snape glared at the boy. "Draco I am very busy why are you here?"
"I came by because mother wants to know if you are coming to the party tomorrow." Draco replied; hope shining in his bright silver eyes.
Snape growled. "There is no time for Christmas nonsense Draco, I will not be coming." He answered.
Tears welled up in the boys eyes as he stepped towards the door. "Well I guess I will go tell mother to not expect you." He said. "Merry Christmas Uncle Severus." He added closing the door.
"Bah humbug"
