Snape's Sabbatical and other strange tales
Okay, flay me if you like, but I came up with this some short time ago, and decided to commit it to pixels in the form of letters. It's really rather amusing, I suppose, as I was able to disable some of my friends from breathing due to uncontrollable laughter with this tale. It's the whole principle of the thing, really! Oh, and I do acknowledge that I own no one but Felicity and Harcourt. Everyone else belongs to the much esteemed and honourable J.K. Rowling.
Oh, and also, this is the shortest fan fic I have ever written... Though maybe my El Hazard/ Digimon crossover might be, but I'm not really sure. Please do forgive me, as I usually am not this silly... It's a break from being serious for once, I suppose...
Tale one-- Snape's Sabbatical
It was most surprising. As a matter of fact, it was so terrible surprising that many thought it was not true, or that there was some sort of trick involved some how, but nay, it was the sooth all the same. No one could, or perhaps it's would, believe that the young man had convinced her to wed him, nor would any one embrace that she even did this willingly. Why, it wasn't hard to see why even he liked her -- She was stunningly beautiful, especially owing to that she was half Veela (mother's side, of course), even though it was rumoured that her father was a wolf-being (though no one cared to listen to such rumour about her), yet no one could grasp why she liked him. But, they went through the ceremony and all with such happiness and so on, and despite the fear and terror of the events outside, it was one happy respite, and Felicity and Severus were expected to be forever more blissful.
All the terror and woe of the Dark Lord (the infamous you-know-who) was two years past before some thing happened that frightened students at Hogwarts. Though their dear Potions Master, Professor Severus Snape wasn't as sour and evil-ish as he seems now, he still was very strict and very nasty if need be. However, near the end of the second term of the year mentioned, Professor Snape suddenly took a turn for the exceptionally frightening -- Snape seemed to be extremely happy. More so, he was effervescent and silly, though also very nervous. Students were frightened, and hid from him, as he had been sent from home several (thousand, it seemed) photographs of a creature so cursed by students at the time, yes, no student wanted to be stopped by Snape to view all of the pictures and to be talked to their death of age, all this about one little creature. Ah, yes, Snape had just acquired a son. He would tell any one he could catch (even Peeves or Mrs. Norris) all about the boy, to tell them what ever odd thing it had been written to him that he had done, what ever he had already said to everyone, he would tell all, and even supplement with pictures. They all seem to depict a small wrapping of blanket with a small face looking rather tired, or astonished, or upset through an opening. Again, this was all very frightening and startling for the rest of the staff and the students, so it was suggested that Snape be given a year sabbatical to spend with his little blanket-wrapped spawn.
And so it was that Snape left off for one year, to spend the time at home. Unfortunately, it was also a full moon the day he returned from the school year, and found that his wife, was as he was quite unaware, a werewolf of sorts, and their son as well. Still, he took this in stride, as they were superior werewolves to the sort of his school rival's friend Remus Lupin. This, and he thought that Harcourt made a very amusing puppy as well as infant human.
However, this sabbatical was not the peaceful break that Severus had imagined, rather, it was more like the insanity that the others hoped for and expected. Harcourt liked to make noise, it seemed, and was very insatiable. And, by the end of the break, the little one had learned how to walk and string sentences together, mostly to shriek for more sweets. And so it was that Severus was veritably nearly driven insane, what with the constant banter and badgering of the high squeal, and the constant leech that seemed to hang from the hem of his robes, and the full moons when a fluffy, down covered pup would shuffle in and snuffle his face to see if he and Felicity were awake, then once they were properly unable to go back to sleep, snuggle in-between them and fall promptly into a deep rest. Ah yes, Severus was quite happy to return to the drone of classes.
Okay, flay me if you like, but I came up with this some short time ago, and decided to commit it to pixels in the form of letters. It's really rather amusing, I suppose, as I was able to disable some of my friends from breathing due to uncontrollable laughter with this tale. It's the whole principle of the thing, really! Oh, and I do acknowledge that I own no one but Felicity and Harcourt. Everyone else belongs to the much esteemed and honourable J.K. Rowling.
Oh, and also, this is the shortest fan fic I have ever written... Though maybe my El Hazard/ Digimon crossover might be, but I'm not really sure. Please do forgive me, as I usually am not this silly... It's a break from being serious for once, I suppose...
Tale one-- Snape's Sabbatical
It was most surprising. As a matter of fact, it was so terrible surprising that many thought it was not true, or that there was some sort of trick involved some how, but nay, it was the sooth all the same. No one could, or perhaps it's would, believe that the young man had convinced her to wed him, nor would any one embrace that she even did this willingly. Why, it wasn't hard to see why even he liked her -- She was stunningly beautiful, especially owing to that she was half Veela (mother's side, of course), even though it was rumoured that her father was a wolf-being (though no one cared to listen to such rumour about her), yet no one could grasp why she liked him. But, they went through the ceremony and all with such happiness and so on, and despite the fear and terror of the events outside, it was one happy respite, and Felicity and Severus were expected to be forever more blissful.
All the terror and woe of the Dark Lord (the infamous you-know-who) was two years past before some thing happened that frightened students at Hogwarts. Though their dear Potions Master, Professor Severus Snape wasn't as sour and evil-ish as he seems now, he still was very strict and very nasty if need be. However, near the end of the second term of the year mentioned, Professor Snape suddenly took a turn for the exceptionally frightening -- Snape seemed to be extremely happy. More so, he was effervescent and silly, though also very nervous. Students were frightened, and hid from him, as he had been sent from home several (thousand, it seemed) photographs of a creature so cursed by students at the time, yes, no student wanted to be stopped by Snape to view all of the pictures and to be talked to their death of age, all this about one little creature. Ah, yes, Snape had just acquired a son. He would tell any one he could catch (even Peeves or Mrs. Norris) all about the boy, to tell them what ever odd thing it had been written to him that he had done, what ever he had already said to everyone, he would tell all, and even supplement with pictures. They all seem to depict a small wrapping of blanket with a small face looking rather tired, or astonished, or upset through an opening. Again, this was all very frightening and startling for the rest of the staff and the students, so it was suggested that Snape be given a year sabbatical to spend with his little blanket-wrapped spawn.
And so it was that Snape left off for one year, to spend the time at home. Unfortunately, it was also a full moon the day he returned from the school year, and found that his wife, was as he was quite unaware, a werewolf of sorts, and their son as well. Still, he took this in stride, as they were superior werewolves to the sort of his school rival's friend Remus Lupin. This, and he thought that Harcourt made a very amusing puppy as well as infant human.
However, this sabbatical was not the peaceful break that Severus had imagined, rather, it was more like the insanity that the others hoped for and expected. Harcourt liked to make noise, it seemed, and was very insatiable. And, by the end of the break, the little one had learned how to walk and string sentences together, mostly to shriek for more sweets. And so it was that Severus was veritably nearly driven insane, what with the constant banter and badgering of the high squeal, and the constant leech that seemed to hang from the hem of his robes, and the full moons when a fluffy, down covered pup would shuffle in and snuffle his face to see if he and Felicity were awake, then once they were properly unable to go back to sleep, snuggle in-between them and fall promptly into a deep rest. Ah yes, Severus was quite happy to return to the drone of classes.