The Twelve Days of Christmas : Twelve chapters
from December 12th to the 24th, celebrating the upcoming Christmas season.
I wish you all a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, and a very happy New
Year.
This is a story I've been meaning to write, and I finally got a decent scenario; You'll slowly find out who the 'Magic Saints' are, with a few twist, unexpected relationships, and tricks in between.
Day One : "Magic Saints?"
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The Christmas Season; a time of true magic and love, where children can be children without reprimand and even the coldest heart can feel the buzz of excitement in the air. Some may argue it is a time for giving, while others the time for receiving For twelve students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, however, it's not about what you give or receive; it's about who and how...
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To All Seventh Year Gryffindor Students:
Starting December 12th, you all shall receive the name of a student of a different house or dorm, as they are available. It will be your duty to be this individual's Magic Saint for the next twelve days, buying them gifts and such – you too shall receive a Magic Saint, but do not release the name of your individual until Christmas Day.
On Wednesday, December 12th, Thursday, December 13th, Saturday, December 15th and 22nd, students who wish to do so may go to Hogsmeade to supply themselves with ample gifts.
If you have any questions, please contact Professor McGonagall.
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore
"Magic Saint?" Ron Weasley scrunched up his nose and read over the bulletin directed towards all Seventh Years once more. "What are those?"
"Some sort of secret Saint Nicholas, I assume." Hermione Granger answered him, her short frame standing on the balls of her feet to reach Ron's shoulder. "You mean to tell me you've never heard of that sort of thing?"
"Of course I have," Ron snapped, "Just… never under that sort of name."
"Why would Professor Dumbledore want to do something like this?" Harry Potter appeared on the other side of Ron, his face a mixture of confusion and interest.
"Hold on," Hermione said, running a finger down the list of Houses that followed. She let out a squeal, then quickly turned towards the two boys standing next to her, her face slightly pale.
"We're paired with Slytherin."
Ron's mouth dropped open, "You've better be bloody kidding me!"
Harry peered over Ron's shoulder and made a face, "She's not."
Ron blanched, stepping back and accidentally trodding over Harry's foot. With a sharp yell, he jumped back even further in surprise.
"With my luck, I'll get Draco Malfoy." Hermione grumbled, pushing her hair out of her eyes and walking past the two boys to one of the couches in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room.
"With my luck, I'll have Draco Malfoy for a… what did Dumbledore call them?" Ron glanced back up at the posted parchment, grumbling. "Magic Saint. What sort of name is Magic Saint anyway?"
"I'm betting our partners are fixed," said Harry, after following Hermione over to the fireplace, sinking into a red velvet chair across from the couch she was now perched on. "Seeing as how we're with Slytherin and all."
"Slytherin…" Ron blanched once more, "How much worse can it get?"
Hermione's eyes widened, "Oh don't you dare say that, Ron!"
"Yeah," Harry shook his head. "Don't jinx us more than we already are... Slytherin?"
Ron stuck out his tongue, more towards the fire than to anyone surrounding the group. "Merlin help us all."
"…And in a few moments, you shall randomly receive the name of either a housemate or a student from the Slytherin dorms."
The next day at breakfast, Professor McGonagall had taken every Seventh Year Gryffindor student's name down and placed them into an old wizarding hat, mixed with the names of ten Slytherin seventh years – including Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle. Now, as all Gryffindor eyes were on her, she waved her wand and produced a neatly folded up piece of parchment bearing the name of an individual appeared in front of each of the Seventh Years from the two different houses.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione each reached over their plates to take their parchment, all unfolding it carefully, as if the parchment would burst into flames at any moment; Harry supposed even that was possible at that point and time.
"Whew," Ron sighed, reading the name on his parchment. "Didn't get a Slytherin."
"Don't give your name away!" Hermione hissed, looking up and down the table. "They may hear you. Isn't that the point of this all, to keep it all a secret?"
"I suppose," Ron shrugged, stuffing the parchment into the folds of his cloak, then nodded over towards Hermione's. "So, who'd you get?"
Hermione sniffed, "I don't see how it's any of your business – but a Gryffindor."
"Wouldn't it be wicked if two people got each other?" Ron grinned, then looked over at Harry, who had ignored his previous comment. "And you?"
"Slytherin," said Harry quietly, putting the parchment in his pocket as quickly as possible. "Although I do agree with Hermione, Ron. You'll find out who the person is once Christmas comes."
"But that's in two weeks!" Ron moaned, picking up his fork and spearing a piece of sausage with it.
"At least you got a Gryffindor - and someone we know at that." Harry mumbled, staring blankly at his empty plate. "I don't know my person very well at all."
"Even with seven years worth of Potions?" Hermione inquired, tackling her own breakfast.
"Especially after seven years of Potions." Harry sighed, glancing over at the Slytherin table where Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, and Blaise Zambini were sitting in a tight group, heads bowed and all talking quietly. Crabbe and Goyle were sitting slightly to the left of Malfoy, neither of them looking offended even though he was completely ignoring them. Although, Harry noted, chances were they were either too thick to notice or too dumb to care.
This is going to be one hell of a Christmas. ..
This is a story I've been meaning to write, and I finally got a decent scenario; You'll slowly find out who the 'Magic Saints' are, with a few twist, unexpected relationships, and tricks in between.
Day One : "Magic Saints?"
*
The Christmas Season; a time of true magic and love, where children can be children without reprimand and even the coldest heart can feel the buzz of excitement in the air. Some may argue it is a time for giving, while others the time for receiving For twelve students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, however, it's not about what you give or receive; it's about who and how...
*
To All Seventh Year Gryffindor Students:
Starting December 12th, you all shall receive the name of a student of a different house or dorm, as they are available. It will be your duty to be this individual's Magic Saint for the next twelve days, buying them gifts and such – you too shall receive a Magic Saint, but do not release the name of your individual until Christmas Day.
On Wednesday, December 12th, Thursday, December 13th, Saturday, December 15th and 22nd, students who wish to do so may go to Hogsmeade to supply themselves with ample gifts.
If you have any questions, please contact Professor McGonagall.
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore
"Magic Saint?" Ron Weasley scrunched up his nose and read over the bulletin directed towards all Seventh Years once more. "What are those?"
"Some sort of secret Saint Nicholas, I assume." Hermione Granger answered him, her short frame standing on the balls of her feet to reach Ron's shoulder. "You mean to tell me you've never heard of that sort of thing?"
"Of course I have," Ron snapped, "Just… never under that sort of name."
"Why would Professor Dumbledore want to do something like this?" Harry Potter appeared on the other side of Ron, his face a mixture of confusion and interest.
"Hold on," Hermione said, running a finger down the list of Houses that followed. She let out a squeal, then quickly turned towards the two boys standing next to her, her face slightly pale.
"We're paired with Slytherin."
Ron's mouth dropped open, "You've better be bloody kidding me!"
Harry peered over Ron's shoulder and made a face, "She's not."
Ron blanched, stepping back and accidentally trodding over Harry's foot. With a sharp yell, he jumped back even further in surprise.
"With my luck, I'll get Draco Malfoy." Hermione grumbled, pushing her hair out of her eyes and walking past the two boys to one of the couches in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room.
"With my luck, I'll have Draco Malfoy for a… what did Dumbledore call them?" Ron glanced back up at the posted parchment, grumbling. "Magic Saint. What sort of name is Magic Saint anyway?"
"I'm betting our partners are fixed," said Harry, after following Hermione over to the fireplace, sinking into a red velvet chair across from the couch she was now perched on. "Seeing as how we're with Slytherin and all."
"Slytherin…" Ron blanched once more, "How much worse can it get?"
Hermione's eyes widened, "Oh don't you dare say that, Ron!"
"Yeah," Harry shook his head. "Don't jinx us more than we already are... Slytherin?"
Ron stuck out his tongue, more towards the fire than to anyone surrounding the group. "Merlin help us all."
"…And in a few moments, you shall randomly receive the name of either a housemate or a student from the Slytherin dorms."
The next day at breakfast, Professor McGonagall had taken every Seventh Year Gryffindor student's name down and placed them into an old wizarding hat, mixed with the names of ten Slytherin seventh years – including Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle. Now, as all Gryffindor eyes were on her, she waved her wand and produced a neatly folded up piece of parchment bearing the name of an individual appeared in front of each of the Seventh Years from the two different houses.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione each reached over their plates to take their parchment, all unfolding it carefully, as if the parchment would burst into flames at any moment; Harry supposed even that was possible at that point and time.
"Whew," Ron sighed, reading the name on his parchment. "Didn't get a Slytherin."
"Don't give your name away!" Hermione hissed, looking up and down the table. "They may hear you. Isn't that the point of this all, to keep it all a secret?"
"I suppose," Ron shrugged, stuffing the parchment into the folds of his cloak, then nodded over towards Hermione's. "So, who'd you get?"
Hermione sniffed, "I don't see how it's any of your business – but a Gryffindor."
"Wouldn't it be wicked if two people got each other?" Ron grinned, then looked over at Harry, who had ignored his previous comment. "And you?"
"Slytherin," said Harry quietly, putting the parchment in his pocket as quickly as possible. "Although I do agree with Hermione, Ron. You'll find out who the person is once Christmas comes."
"But that's in two weeks!" Ron moaned, picking up his fork and spearing a piece of sausage with it.
"At least you got a Gryffindor - and someone we know at that." Harry mumbled, staring blankly at his empty plate. "I don't know my person very well at all."
"Even with seven years worth of Potions?" Hermione inquired, tackling her own breakfast.
"Especially after seven years of Potions." Harry sighed, glancing over at the Slytherin table where Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, and Blaise Zambini were sitting in a tight group, heads bowed and all talking quietly. Crabbe and Goyle were sitting slightly to the left of Malfoy, neither of them looking offended even though he was completely ignoring them. Although, Harry noted, chances were they were either too thick to notice or too dumb to care.
This is going to be one hell of a Christmas. ..
