A Christmas Peril- Part 2
by Prathdrake ********************************************************************************
Snape was just got back to sleep when he was awakened by a hand shaking him.
"Wake up!" a harsh voice grunted, "I haven't got all day... ..er... ...night!"
"Who's that?" asked Snape as he turned over.
"The Spirit of Christmas Present!"
"Oh, go away!" said Snape.
"If you don't get up," said the spirit, "I'll have to report you to Spirits Inc. and then they'll put a curse on you."
"And what curse would that be?" asked Snape angrily.
"They'll set He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named on you," answered the spirit.
"Oh goodie!" exclaimed Snape, "A social visit!"
"Then we'll... ...set... ...the Back street Boys on you," said the spirit. Snape sat up in terror.
"I'm awake," Snape said quickly.
"That's good," said the spirit, "Now..." He checked his list, "Are you Severus Snape?"
"Yeah," said Snape, "You've got the right person. But what's your name... ..uh... ...if you have one, that is."
"Yes I have a name," said the spirit, "My name is Dallin."
"No offense," said Snape, "But what's with all these spirits having such modern names? Shouldn't you have a name like... ...Nicodemus or... ...Jacobuth?"
"Nope," said Dallin, " I'm a new spirit. Only died a few days ago. At Spirits Inc. they only give you one day holiday and then they set you on your duties. It's a drag."
"Yeah, I'll bet it is," said Snape.
"Anyway," said Dallin, "I've come to do a job, now come with me." Snape got up and stepped out of bed.
"Ahhh!" yelled Snape.
"What's wrong?" asked Dallin.
"Cold floors," answered Snape. Dallin sighed in disgust.
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They were now by the picture of the Fat Lady.
"Pimple-grit," said Dallin and the picture swung open.
"Who comes up with those disgusting passwords?" asked Snape. Dallin didn't answer, but headed into the hole.
"Now you've got to be very quiet," instructed Dallin.
"Why," asked Snape, "No one's awake."
"That's what you think," answered Dallin mysteriously. In a few steps, they were in the common room.
"Quick," whispered Dallin, "Hide behind a chair." They hid behind two very large armchairs. Suddenly, the door from the Gryffindor boy's room started to open and out came...Harry and Ron. They both looked incredibly tired.
"How many pages left of Potions do you have?" Ron asked.
"Fifty-three," answered Harry, "I can't believe Snape gave us so much work!"
"Yeah," said Ron, "I still have ninety-two pages left and it's already 2:00 am!"
"Is it?" asked Harry, "Well, Happy Christmas, then."
Author: It's Merry Christmas!
Narrator: No it's not, we're in the UK.
Author: Oh, right. Carry on then!
"I hate Snape!" said Ron, "And you know what else? He thinks we don't notice how he only gave the Slytherins five pages of Potions! He's such an imbecile!"
"Agreed!" said Harry. Dallin and Snape snuck out while Harry and Ron got absorbed in their papers.
"See?" said Dallin, "Don't you care that they hate you?"
"Not really," said Snape, "I enjoy being cruel!"
"You admitted it!" pointed out Dallin.
"Well I never said being cruel was mean!" yelled Snape.
"Shhhhh," quieted Dallin, "And for your information, cruel is the same thing as mean."
"How would you know?" asked Snape.
"I'm a spirit," explained Dallin, "I know almost everything!"
"Yeah, right," said Snape sarcastically.
"Well, I've done my job," said Dallin disappointedly, "I'll leave you now." And he disappeared with a pop.
"No! Don't go!" yelled Snape, "I'm...afraid of the dark!" With much trouble and a few encounters with Mrs. Norris, Snape eventually made it back to his room and snuggled under the covers.
******************************************************************************** A/N: Wasn't that funny when Snape said he was afraid of the dark? I love that part! Wait for the third chapter. Who will be then next spirit? Will Snape reform? It's all on the next episode of A Christmas Peril! ********************************************************************************
by Prathdrake ********************************************************************************
Snape was just got back to sleep when he was awakened by a hand shaking him.
"Wake up!" a harsh voice grunted, "I haven't got all day... ..er... ...night!"
"Who's that?" asked Snape as he turned over.
"The Spirit of Christmas Present!"
"Oh, go away!" said Snape.
"If you don't get up," said the spirit, "I'll have to report you to Spirits Inc. and then they'll put a curse on you."
"And what curse would that be?" asked Snape angrily.
"They'll set He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named on you," answered the spirit.
"Oh goodie!" exclaimed Snape, "A social visit!"
"Then we'll... ...set... ...the Back street Boys on you," said the spirit. Snape sat up in terror.
"I'm awake," Snape said quickly.
"That's good," said the spirit, "Now..." He checked his list, "Are you Severus Snape?"
"Yeah," said Snape, "You've got the right person. But what's your name... ..uh... ...if you have one, that is."
"Yes I have a name," said the spirit, "My name is Dallin."
"No offense," said Snape, "But what's with all these spirits having such modern names? Shouldn't you have a name like... ...Nicodemus or... ...Jacobuth?"
"Nope," said Dallin, " I'm a new spirit. Only died a few days ago. At Spirits Inc. they only give you one day holiday and then they set you on your duties. It's a drag."
"Yeah, I'll bet it is," said Snape.
"Anyway," said Dallin, "I've come to do a job, now come with me." Snape got up and stepped out of bed.
"Ahhh!" yelled Snape.
"What's wrong?" asked Dallin.
"Cold floors," answered Snape. Dallin sighed in disgust.
****
They were now by the picture of the Fat Lady.
"Pimple-grit," said Dallin and the picture swung open.
"Who comes up with those disgusting passwords?" asked Snape. Dallin didn't answer, but headed into the hole.
"Now you've got to be very quiet," instructed Dallin.
"Why," asked Snape, "No one's awake."
"That's what you think," answered Dallin mysteriously. In a few steps, they were in the common room.
"Quick," whispered Dallin, "Hide behind a chair." They hid behind two very large armchairs. Suddenly, the door from the Gryffindor boy's room started to open and out came...Harry and Ron. They both looked incredibly tired.
"How many pages left of Potions do you have?" Ron asked.
"Fifty-three," answered Harry, "I can't believe Snape gave us so much work!"
"Yeah," said Ron, "I still have ninety-two pages left and it's already 2:00 am!"
"Is it?" asked Harry, "Well, Happy Christmas, then."
Author: It's Merry Christmas!
Narrator: No it's not, we're in the UK.
Author: Oh, right. Carry on then!
"I hate Snape!" said Ron, "And you know what else? He thinks we don't notice how he only gave the Slytherins five pages of Potions! He's such an imbecile!"
"Agreed!" said Harry. Dallin and Snape snuck out while Harry and Ron got absorbed in their papers.
"See?" said Dallin, "Don't you care that they hate you?"
"Not really," said Snape, "I enjoy being cruel!"
"You admitted it!" pointed out Dallin.
"Well I never said being cruel was mean!" yelled Snape.
"Shhhhh," quieted Dallin, "And for your information, cruel is the same thing as mean."
"How would you know?" asked Snape.
"I'm a spirit," explained Dallin, "I know almost everything!"
"Yeah, right," said Snape sarcastically.
"Well, I've done my job," said Dallin disappointedly, "I'll leave you now." And he disappeared with a pop.
"No! Don't go!" yelled Snape, "I'm...afraid of the dark!" With much trouble and a few encounters with Mrs. Norris, Snape eventually made it back to his room and snuggled under the covers.
******************************************************************************** A/N: Wasn't that funny when Snape said he was afraid of the dark? I love that part! Wait for the third chapter. Who will be then next spirit? Will Snape reform? It's all on the next episode of A Christmas Peril! ********************************************************************************
