A HARRY POTTR CHRISTMAS CAROL!!!!
A/N: Tis the season to parody awesome books! Alright, it's always the season for that. Anyway, can't remember what inspired this little bit of nonsense, but-OH YEAH! It was a scene form the Muppet Christmas Carol! Now I remember! Right, so, please review! and remember, bad reviews are pointless and make you look like a jerk! )
CHAPTER 1: THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST (that one came first, right?).
Severus
broodingly walked through the great hall, occasionally cursing a
first year. It was Christmas eve and, since he was such a depressing
character, he hated Christmas. Easter, too, but that was because of a
terrifying incident with bunnies and multi-colored eggs.
He sat
down at his seat at the staff table, glaring at everyone in the room,
except Dumbledore. Dumbledore was alright.
"Now, now,
Severus! Can't you be cheerful for just once? It's Christmas, for
goodness sake!" Dumbledore said.
"Bah humbug."
Snape muttered.
"Oh, Severus. You should try to enjoy the
holidays! I for one am going to this nice little island in the south
pacific to get away form this horrible school! I-I mean.. wonderful
school! I don't hate the idiot students, either!" Dumbledore
said quickly.
"Well, I do. I hate this blasted holiday, with
all the pretty lights, presents, good food, and cheerfulness! And not
to mention those bloody bell ringers, begging for my hard earned
money! Bah humbug!" Snape said, standing up.
"Wait,
Severus. I don't remember anything about paying you for this job."
Dumbledore said.
Snape got up and stormed out of the great hall,
only to be stopped by some little kid.
"Please, sir. Can you
spare some change?" The kid asked.
"Who the hell are
you?!" Snape demanded.
"I'm Tiny Tim, you dummy! Now
hand over the change!" Tiny Tim demanded.
Snape pushed the
kid out of the way, wondering if he had almost been mugged by Tiny
Tim.
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That
night Snape was sitting in front of the fire in his room, brooding
like always.
God, he hated Christmas! Why did everyone have to
have his money?! Apparently, he didn't even get paid, so he had no
money anyway.
At 11:00, he went to bed, but couldn't sleep. Soon
he realized that it was because someone was standing in the door way
of the bed room, slowly saying "Severuuussss Ssssnnnnape.."
Out
of habit, he sat up, pointed his wand at the person, and said "Avada
Kedavara!"
"Hey, you jack a$$! What the hell was that?!"
The voice demanded, floating into the room.
Snape squinted at the
thing. "Vo-Voldemort?" He asked. The thing looked like
Voldemort, all except for the fact that he was wearing a purple wig,
sun glasses, and an obviously fake mustache.
"What? No, no, I
am the Ghost of Christmas Past." The ghost waved his arms in the
air for effect, and in doing so, his wig fell off.
He gasped and
dove under Snape's bed.
"I know that's you, ex-master."
Snape said.
"No it's not!" Came the muffled voice from
under the bed.
Snape got out of bed and looked down. Voldemort
was there, hiding.
Snape dragged him out and pulled off the fake
mustache.
"Why are you here?" He demanded.
"Alright,
alright, you got me! I'm really the ghost of Voldemort."
Voldemort said.
"Then what are you doing in my room?"
Snape asked the ghost. "And why are you dead?"
"Funny
story, actually. See, I died." Voldemort said.
"And?"
"That's
it. Guess it's not funny. Anyway, since it's Chrismas and all, all of
us ghost decided you could use a good lesson in Christmas spirit, so
we're going to kill you." Voldemort told
him.
"WHAT?!?!"
"HAHAHAH! Just kidding, buddy! I
do that to all the guys I haunt! It kills me every time. No, what I'm
really going to do is take you on a journey back in time, to see all
the Christmases past as you were a kid." Voldemort said, wiping
his eyes.
"What good will that do?" Snape asked.
"I
don't know, I just do what the boss man tells me to do. Well, lets go
before the other ghosts get here!" Voldemort said brightly,
jumping off Snape's bed.
"What other ghosts?!" Snape
cried.
" The other ghosts." Voldemort said as if it were
the most obvious thing in the world. Before Snape could ask any more
questions, Voldemort grabbed Snape's arm and the room began to
disappear.
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When
Snape opened his eyes, he was standing inside a dingy little house.
To one side of the room there was a tiny, sad, Christmas tree. He
recognized where they were: It was Snape's old house. And there was
little Snape, sitting on the couch.
"What the hell.."
Now day Snape asked.
"This is your house, 6 days before
Christmas, when you were just a little kid. This is supposed to show
you what Christmas was like when you were a kid." Voldemort told
him. "Now shut it and watch."
"And what do you want
for Christmas, Sevvei?" Snape's mom asked him.
"I want
the (insert name of old day popular broom)! it's
so awesome!" Young Snape said.
"Hmmm, no, you'll shoot
your eye out." His mom said.
"What?! How?" Young
demanded.
"Don't argue with me, Severus. You'll shoot your
eye out, end of story!" his mom said.
Now day Snape shook his
head sadly. "All I wanted was that broom. But of course I didn't
get it. Stupid Christmas!"
"Really? What did you get?"
Voldemort asked.
"A rock."
"Well, this is
obviously the wrong memory. Lets look at something else."
Voldemort snapped his fingers and the room melted away, only to be
replaced by another room. This time it was Hogwarts when Snape was
14.
"God, I can tell you right now this isn't going to be
good." Snape said, leaning back on a desk (they were in a
classroom).
"No, no. I have a feeling this is the right one."
Voldemort said.
Snape looked around the room. He could see James
harassing Lily and Sirius harassing everyone.
"Hey, Snivly! I
suppose your not going back home for Christmas?" James
called.
"Not that it's any of your business, but no, I'm
not." Snape said.
"That's cuz no one wants you!"
James burst out laughing.
Then, Severus attacked him.
"Wow,
for such a skinny little dude your sure beating the crap out of him!"
Voldemort said, watching Sev and James beating each other. "See?
This was on Christmas eve. Good things do happen on
Christmas!"
"Actually, he broke my arm and I ended up
spending Christmas in detention with him, which made him really mad,
so he made my life even more miserable." Snape said kicking
James even though it made no deference.
"OK, that's it! I'm
the freakin' dark lord and I have more Christmas spirit then you do!
Now you come with me!" Voldemort grabbed his arm and once again,
the room melted and was replaced with some where else.
This time
it was his own, current bed room.
"Huh, I was trying to take
you back to your best Christmas memory, but it looks like this is
it!" Voldemort slapped him on the back. "I'm flattered!
Anyway, I got to go. The ghost of Christmas present will be along
shortly! Byyyyye, Sevvvverussssss!" And Voldemort slowly backed
out of his room.
Snape was left staring off into the darkness,
wondering what would come next.
END OF CHAPTER 1.
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