Bah, Humbug!
Summary: "A Christmas Carol" Harry Potter style.
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. Literally. I don't own the characters or the plot. Well, I made some up, but they were based on ACC characters. Satisfied now? *Hangs head in shame*
A/N: I just had to do a Christmas story, and I've always wondered about Snape and Scrooge. Yeah. Don't ask. Just r/r please (make my day-review when done!)
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Professor Severus Snape was looking around his classroom. He hated it. Everyone was so happy and so content. It was sickening to look at them.
He hated Christmas. He always had. He thought it was stupid and too cheerful. He even hated the presents. In his opinion, there was no purpose for Christmas. It was just an excuse for people to act queer and get present. Yup, that was it.
And there, coming towards him, was something to make him even angrier.
"Uhm, Professor Snape, Sir, I was wondering if, uhm, instead of correcting essays, uhm, I could have tomorrow off. It is Christmas, after all."
Willem de Praag was a student teacher. He was training to be a potions teacher at the small Dutch magic school located in the Netherlands- The Rembrandt School of Magic (A/N: K, here's the deal-I just made up that he was a wizard and opened a magic school, ok?).
"Mister Praag, how many times do I need to tell you? I need those essays corrected by the 26th."
"But Professor, my fia-"
"I NEED THEM CORRECTED!" Snape bellowed. The whole potions class was looking at them.
"What are you looking at!" Snape yelled. The class all went back to work. Snape's attention went back to Praag. His menacing eyes dug into Praag's fearful ones. He was going to win this.
"But-"
"Mister Praag," Snape whispered, "don't you remember our deal? You do want more "Smurfs" videos, don't you?"
"Yes."
"You may go now."
"But-"
"YOU MAY GO. NOW!"
"Yes, sir." There was sadness in Praag's eyes-his fiancé had come all the way from Amsterdam to spend the holidays with him in Hogsmeade, but correcting 3-roll long essays from every student from every year was going to take all day. He sighed-there was nothing he could do.
Snape looked at his colleague as he walked off, his head down and tears in his tired eyes. You'd think he would feel sorry for Praag-but Snape felt no pity or guilt as he watched him walk out of the classroom. In fact, he was rather satisfied with himself. He grinned as he got up and went back to teaching his class.
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Professor Snape looked up from his desk as the clock struck eleven.
"One more hour till Christmas," he quietly mumbled to himself.
He got up. He was too tired to go on. He walked out of his classroom and up the stairs to the teacher's dormitories. He changed into his pajamas and got a little piece of Christmas bread the house elves had made for the teachers.
"Well, at least the food is good," Snape thought.
He took out his book (3000 Ways to give out Detention) and started to read. The only sound you could hear was the turning of the pages and the ticking of the large Grandfather clock.
"Ding, ding."
Twelve. Snape looked at the clock.
"Merry Christmas." he said dully.
"Merry Christmas to you, too, Severus."
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Short chappie, I know.but they WILL get longer, trust me. This is kinda like a prologue. PLEASE R/R!!! Please, just tell me what you think *grins hopefully*)
Summary: "A Christmas Carol" Harry Potter style.
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. Literally. I don't own the characters or the plot. Well, I made some up, but they were based on ACC characters. Satisfied now? *Hangs head in shame*
A/N: I just had to do a Christmas story, and I've always wondered about Snape and Scrooge. Yeah. Don't ask. Just r/r please (make my day-review when done!)
*~*~*~*
Professor Severus Snape was looking around his classroom. He hated it. Everyone was so happy and so content. It was sickening to look at them.
He hated Christmas. He always had. He thought it was stupid and too cheerful. He even hated the presents. In his opinion, there was no purpose for Christmas. It was just an excuse for people to act queer and get present. Yup, that was it.
And there, coming towards him, was something to make him even angrier.
"Uhm, Professor Snape, Sir, I was wondering if, uhm, instead of correcting essays, uhm, I could have tomorrow off. It is Christmas, after all."
Willem de Praag was a student teacher. He was training to be a potions teacher at the small Dutch magic school located in the Netherlands- The Rembrandt School of Magic (A/N: K, here's the deal-I just made up that he was a wizard and opened a magic school, ok?).
"Mister Praag, how many times do I need to tell you? I need those essays corrected by the 26th."
"But Professor, my fia-"
"I NEED THEM CORRECTED!" Snape bellowed. The whole potions class was looking at them.
"What are you looking at!" Snape yelled. The class all went back to work. Snape's attention went back to Praag. His menacing eyes dug into Praag's fearful ones. He was going to win this.
"But-"
"Mister Praag," Snape whispered, "don't you remember our deal? You do want more "Smurfs" videos, don't you?"
"Yes."
"You may go now."
"But-"
"YOU MAY GO. NOW!"
"Yes, sir." There was sadness in Praag's eyes-his fiancé had come all the way from Amsterdam to spend the holidays with him in Hogsmeade, but correcting 3-roll long essays from every student from every year was going to take all day. He sighed-there was nothing he could do.
Snape looked at his colleague as he walked off, his head down and tears in his tired eyes. You'd think he would feel sorry for Praag-but Snape felt no pity or guilt as he watched him walk out of the classroom. In fact, he was rather satisfied with himself. He grinned as he got up and went back to teaching his class.
*~*~*~*
Professor Snape looked up from his desk as the clock struck eleven.
"One more hour till Christmas," he quietly mumbled to himself.
He got up. He was too tired to go on. He walked out of his classroom and up the stairs to the teacher's dormitories. He changed into his pajamas and got a little piece of Christmas bread the house elves had made for the teachers.
"Well, at least the food is good," Snape thought.
He took out his book (3000 Ways to give out Detention) and started to read. The only sound you could hear was the turning of the pages and the ticking of the large Grandfather clock.
"Ding, ding."
Twelve. Snape looked at the clock.
"Merry Christmas." he said dully.
"Merry Christmas to you, too, Severus."
*~*~*~*
Short chappie, I know.but they WILL get longer, trust me. This is kinda like a prologue. PLEASE R/R!!! Please, just tell me what you think *grins hopefully*)