A Harry Potter Christmas Carol
Chapter 1: Christmas Eve
It was cold in the castle, as usual in winter. Snape was at his desk, counting up the points he had deducted that day. Mr. Weasly was at his shabby desk behind him, taking inventory on the remaining potion ingredients.
"99...100! A fine days work, eh Weasly?"
"Eh, sure is sir, better than last year!" replied Mr. Weasly, trying to keep a good mood. "Um, sir, as you know tomorrow is Christmas..."
"And I suppose you would be wanting it off then, wouldn't you?" interrupted Snape.
"Yes sir, if you wouldn't mind?"
Oh, I suppose I couldn't get much work done with you here anyway, just be sighing and sulking all afternoon!"
"Oh thank you sir, and a happy Christmas!"
" Get out of my site Weasly, and bah humbug to Christmas!"
Mr. Weasly, not wanting to get tomorrow taken back, just smiled and ran into Harry, while racing toward the door.
"Oh, sorry about that Harry, you're still coming for supper tomorrow, eh?"
"Of course thank you mister Weasly." Harry didn't want to be rude, but he knew the Weasly's were poor, and he didn't want them to waste food on him.
"I'd be delighted." he added, and with a smile and a quick "Happy Christmas," Mr. Weasly was off.
Harry turned towards Snape, who was busy packing his briefcase with items from his desk, his head buried between papers.
"Professor, I came here to make sure you would be joining us for Christmas supper tomorrow, at the Burrow." Snape's look seemed to have answered his question. Harry didn't want to push Snape into coming, after all they both despised each other, and he was sure Mr. Weasly had bothered him enough about Christmas supper.
After a few moments pause, Snape replied, "Not at Grimmauld I see." Every intention on hurting Harry.
"No. Not after, well, you know." Harry's head went down as he spoke. "Well, if your sure then, have a Happy Christmas!" he added, and he even let a smile escape his face as he shut the door.
"BAH HUMBUG!" yelled back Snape, but the door was already closed.
Snape was done for the day, after locking up, headed down towards Hogsmead to apparate home. While walking the crowded streets, he saw last minuet shoppers, the poor and blind begging for money, and families out for a stroll in the lightly falling snow. Snape starred at one of the families for a moment, it was days like this that made him think of...no wait...he couldn't think about that know, he had to get home. Snape was about to apparate, when a badly dressed Santa approached him.
"Hello sir, would you like to donate to the cause?"
"No I wouldn't, good day sir!" Snape began to walk away, when the mans hand grabbed Snape's shoulder.
"Please sir," he whispered, breaking his Santa-like character. "The children need it to keep their spirits high, it will keep them off the streets."
"Well, sir," Snape hissed, "Let them roam the streets and become juveniles for all I care! Better yet, let them get caught doing some juvenile antic, let them go to Azkaban, after all, in Azkaban you get free room and board!" he snickered.
The Man's eyes widened at the mention of Azkaban, and he simply backed away slowly, yelling "Merry Christmas!" "Ho Ho Ho!"
When Snape finally reached his home, he was exhausted. When he reached to open the door, he heard a strangely familiar cold voice say his name.
"Severus…" "Severus..."
"SEVERUS!"
"Whose there, show yourself!" called back Snape, fear evident in his voice. When Snape reached for his doorknob he practically fainted when he saw the head of Lucius Malfoy starring up at him.
(A/N) Hope you enjoyed it, i didn't realize so many people had done this, but anyway....I Kinda need a beta reader, so if any one is interested just leave me a line. please R&R, and Happy Holidays!