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Summary: Its Valentine's Day in Hogwarts and Dumbledore's got a big surprise for Severus and the rest of the school. Quick, HIDE, BEFORE ALBUS SEES US!
A VALENTINE'S DAY FOR SEVERUS SNAPE
CHAPTER ONE: Recall the Valentine's day Spirits
He had come to loathe that day.
The Headmaster had always favored it, in some inexplicably crafty and mischievous way, above the other holidays, always marking it with a new prank each and every year. Always on a member of the staff and on the students, Albus Dumbledore would rival Fred and George Weasley with his annual Valentine's Day antics.
Severus scowled, coming up from the dungeons on that bright day, his usual black robes billowing behind him as he seemed the spawn of darkness, taking the great blackness and death-cold from his dungeons into the sun filled world of the living. Coming out, he smelled it and sighed wearily.
"Oh no." He mentally cried, cursing Dumbledore as he smelled the sickeningly sweet smell that wafted across him to him from the great hall.
But he found that the entrance hall was crowded with students, some bobbing up and down in an effort to see who was blocking the great door which were still closed. Severus heard some students near by muttering something about being late for classes and about missing breakfast. Severus made his way across, floating on the cold marble floor and calling out to the gathered mob.
"What, in Potion's name is going on here?!" He shouted over the incessant babble that continued.
The crowded students turned as one to him, but none seemed to know why the great hall's double doors were blocked, or who had blocked them. Severus knew full well who, that dratted, daffy old man, Dumbledore.
"Get-out-of-my-WAY!" Severus said through gritted teeth, the crowd parted to let him through. When he arrived at the barred double doors, he proceeded to bang on it with his fists, after being informed that the usual opening charms and spells would simply not move. The double doors had been enchanted from within with some, immovable force.
Damn that man! Severus cursed silently to himself.
"Headmaster!" he called, knowing full well that Dumbledore was behind this ridiculous prank. Fancy him, aggravating Severus before breakfast, that man had absolutely no right!
With his third shout and after many bangs, the students had started to back away silently, seeing their Potion's Master [ and resident Evil, aside from Filch ] bangaing on the doors were scaring them out of their wits. They also found out that their Professor Snape could turn paler and look more menacing with sweat pouring down his brows.
He was joined shortly by his colleagues, each wearing the same frown as he, they told him that they had all tried, at some point to break the spell that bound the doors shut, but none of the prevailed, apparently. It was then that Severus noticed, among his colleagues, one very important woman was missing.
He nudged Professor Sprout who was resting with her back leaning against the doors.
"Professor, where is the Deputy Headmistress?" he inquired softly.
Sprout looked around and looked back at Snape. "I haven't seen her since dinner last night, when she was talking with Albus. . ."
Sprout and Snape both wore a look of dawning realization.
Snape shook the thought out of his head. If the Headmaster and, he gulped, the Deputy Headmistress had. . . surely. . . not in the great hall. . .
SEVERUS SNAPE! He shook his head as visions that were truly gruesome beyond comprehension made their way into his mind. He blinked and gulped several times and thought he might suffocate.
Why the hell was it so damn close in here? He thought savagely, clearing his mind of. . . . that.
He concentrated on Professor Sprout who was looking away, her bottom lip quivering.
"I think they have more sense than that. . ." Sprout said, turning to Severus.
"Do you think they planned something?" Severus asked, in turn.
Sprout nodded vigorously, all the while remembering the time when Albus had bewitched all the flowers on a particular Valentines Day, so that as she walked by, they would burst out into song applauding her and telling her of the day she would meet her 'Soul Mate'. She had snorted at the very idea, obviously absurd, and did not realize that Dumbledore was planning something. . .terrible.
That night, an owl had delivered to Professor Sprout's quarters a rose that sang a verse over and over and over again, till she followed the instructions: to take the rose and head to the Quidditch field.
As soon as she got there, she was awarded another rose that told her to go to the edge of the forbidden forest. And so on it continued, until the last rose [ falling from the sky on top of the Astronomy Tower ] told her to go back to her chambers. She grumbled all the way back, lugging with her a dozen red roses. Upon arriving, she was greeted with an equally confused Professor Evol, [ Head of Ravenclaw house, and Arithmancy teacher ] carrying a dozen blue roses. They stared at each other in mounting confusion, when a single Violet rose found its way to the center of the floor between them. It spoke, in a clear voice, proclaiming to each other the other's unending love.
Sprout had gotten redder and redder till she resembled an apple, till the last verse of the violet rose's song.
'Cause love is as love does
and its waiting for you
so love without your wit nor the fuss
because the headmaster knows that you Do!
Then, both Sprout and Evol, knowing the Headmaster's plot, scheme, they swore vengeance and politely said goodnight to the other. Sprout had told no one about the incident, but had told Dumbledore off in the morning.
"the Headmaster's got something planned." Professor Flitwick said, gulping nervously.
Severus frowned, sensing Flitwick's growing anxiety. Last year, Dumbledore had succeeded in his plan on sending Flitwick out on a blind date. Flitwick had been terrified, but Dumbledore had insisted, coaxing him and telling him it was only tradition.
'Besides' Dumbledore explained, with an particularly mischievous twinkle of his eye to the terrified and shaking Flitwick, 'hiding from Love, Flitwick, only coaxes it to come sooner.'
Severus shivered. Dear Lord, he thought, he would pity the poor soul who had to pacify Dumbledore's seemingly insatiable thirst for vengean----Valentine delight.
Most of the staff had assembled, and most had settled themselves on stools they conjured with a flick of their wands. The students, most hungry and refusing to go back to their dormitories, settled on the floor. Some advance seventh years had conjured some stools too.
Severus sighed. It was going to be a long and tortured filled day. Thinking this, and dreading the worst, Severus began a new train of thought, starting with his usual Valentine-day mantra of 'I HATE DUMBLEDORE'.
Severus had just reached the conclusion that the school would be better off without the old daft, as the blocked double doors opened with a rather cliché flash of bright light. The teachers, being nearest the door, moved away, shielding their eyes.
When the assembly was able to see, they all gasped in delight. All, that is, save one Professor Severus Snape who paled further, if that was possible.
He was tempted to hex the Headmaster as one of the many hear-shaped balloons that covered the great hall's floor gently bump his foot but he cast his eye skyward and was suddenly gripped with fear.
Oh no, he moaned, as the entire student body rushed inside the great hall, everyone pleased at their surprise, leaving Severus standing outside, looking horrified and terror stricken. He panicked, turning on his heel and starting off to the dungeons. He was NOT going to endure this.
"Severus!" Dumbledore's cheer filled voice floated over to him. He gulped nervously, recalling Flitwick's Year. He reminded himself that Dumbledore was only an old man, powerful wizard yes but we'll overlook that, and he could die any day now, and his last days were probably filled with senile thoughts, so they had to endure him, just to keep him happy till he passes away.
He turned around and knew, to his great horror that this year was reserved specially for him.
TBC
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