Title: Snape's Birthday
Author: Rachael
Genre: Humor
Rating: G
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Summary: Snape gets a birthday present
Warning: None
Severus Snape awoke in the early morning on Saturday, January 9th to the sound of a high-pitched squeaking outside his chamber door. He was a light sleeper and had planned to try to get in a few extra hours of shut eye this weekend. On Monday, winter term at Hogwarts would begin and he would need all the energy he could possibly get to resume his role as Potions Master. He tried to ignore whatever was disturbing his plan, but even with his head buried in a thick down-filled pillow, he could still hear the dreadful racket. Had the dunderhead returned a day early?
Reluctantly, he threw aside his wool blanket, grabbed his wand, and rushed across his living quarters ready to murder or deduct points from whatever was on the other side of his door. He groggily stumbled over a vat of armadillo bile near the sofa and threw the heavy door open in an exhausted rage. For a moment, Snape thought he was in need of a strong Anti-Hallucination Solution because he found himself standing alone in his gray nightshirt in an empty corridor. Then he looked down at the stone dungeon floor and nearly gagged. Wrapped in a black blanket in a small wicker basket was a tiny fluffy white poodle no bigger than Snape's hand with a card fastened to the spiked leather collar around its scrawny little neck. The creature licked its lips and looked up at him hopefully with bright black eyes.
Disgusted Snape started back inside with the hopes that he would be able to get back to sleep and obtain some rest before the students started running about the castle again. Surely one of the Gryffindor girls would take pity on the pathetic creature and give it a nice home. Just as Snape was about to shut and lock the door, however he heard the little dog whimper and watched in horror as it tumbled out of the basket, scampered through the doorway, and jumped on his leg. The runty little thing barely stood eye level with his ankles.
Sneering, Snape put his wand in his pocket and reached down to pick up the horrid little creature by the neck. Realistically none of the students would return until tomorrow and few would willingly venture into Snape's side of the dungeon. Perhaps he could keep the little animal for a few days. He held the ball of fur in his right hand while he removed the card with his left.
To Dumbledore's Favorite Lap Dog.
Happy Birthday Severus!
Love,
Bellatrix
Snape's lip curled angrily as he crumbled the card and threw it on the floor. Life as double-agent was miserable. None of the Death Eaters believed he was evil enough to be worthy of standing in the Dark Lord's presence and he wasn't a favorite of the Order members either. No one appreciated the skills he must have, the self control he needed to exhibit, or the pain he had to endure. Shaking with anger, Snape glared at the miniscule poodle and contemplated hurling the animal across the hall. It looked back at him with a sense of understanding in its big black eyes, leaned forward and gave him a big wet kiss on his hooked nose. Snape looked to his left, looked to his right and hurried back inside. Maybe he could keep it for a few days…