Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do however own the plot and the dog. Or at least my roommate/beta does.
Chapter 1: A PITA on Christmas
December 25th, 1996
It's official, I am finally going to kill him. This time he went to far. Who? You might ask. Albus Bloody Dumbledore. Sending me to be a spy wasn't torture enough for that sadistic bastard? No, apparently not. I didn't think anything of the comment he made last night at the staff meeting,
"Severus you're alone too much during the holidays. Not even you should be without someone to love you," he said with a twinkle in his eye.
Low and behold this morning there is a Christmas tree in my quarters with a basket underneath it. In that bloody basket is Albus' way of giving me someone to love me. That someone just happens to be a 10 week old female long haired doxie. As soon as I picked her up from said basket a smell emitted from her mouth that could have knocked out a hippogriff.
I tried to contact Albus into taking this thing back but he refused. From what I gather I must keep her until February at which point if I am still displeased with her than he will give her a different home. Don't unpack that basket pup, you are not staying here. Until then, however, she will be known as PITA for Pain In The Arse.
Also, Thank You Minerva "Scaredy Cat" McGonagall for this journal to document all the fun things that PITA does. I never would have noticed it in the basket until a strong smell was produced from it. Merry Bloody Christmas.