a/n: 'ello 'ello! Well, I consider myself very God-blessed as well as lucky that the buses weren't working and school was closed today , hooray! The second time this week too! As a result of my happy mood, I decided, 'hey why not write about dear Sevi? Because writing about Sevi makes the world go round, just like everything else Severus hehe. So here you have Severus's Christmas, during Harry's first year. And while Harry might have had a grand old time, Severus certainly didn't. Poor him.

Severus woke up a couple days later and ta-da! His headache was finally cured. Which was a good thing, Severus thought, because he had been about to sue the makers of Advil for not following through on their lame promises.

Only when he sat up in bed fifteen minutes later, did Severus notice how his head was swimming, how deathly cold he was, and how his throat felt like there was a bludger inside of it. Bludger bludger bludger he thought stupidly for no apparent reason.

That's when Severus remembered something. No, he remembered two things:

he had forgotten to take his NyQuil

it was Christmas day

Severus switched on his now-fixed-by-a-house-elf-named-Dinkle radio and listened to a guy named Alf blab about his premium steak cuts, before waiting through Dora, who was telling her friend Sheila how sexy this new brand of dress shoe made your calves look.

Finally, it was on to Grady with the weather, where he informed Severus that no precipitation had come yet, but was that a cloud he saw on the horizon? Which basically meant, "ha ha suckers, another brown Christmas for you."

After the weather report, it was on to an advertisement for Lavender shampoo by Glenda Chittock of Witching Hour. Severus seriously wondered whether salespeople were normally that cheerful, or if being pumped full of helium before they gave their speech was part of the job.

Severus then had a juicy-good thought. Shutting off his radio, he turned to the end of his bed on all fours, and crept slowly to the end of it. Taking a big breath, he looked down. There it was. Severus's annual Christmas present which was always wrapped in the same small square box-that-Dumbledore-uses-every-year.

Severus gave the box a suspicious look and nudged it with his toe. It was light. A sense of deja-vu washed over him, and he opened the package carefully. Socks. Again. Severus thought how Dumbledore had given him socks for Christmas since he had begun this not-so-luxurious job. And that equaled a ballpark figure of about a decade.

Seeing that he had nothing better to do, Severus took to examining his socks carefully. Only all he found out was that the tag said Lima Bean! which must have meant the color, because he ended that enchanted activity when he found a piece of old toast crusted onto one of the socks. So clearly Dumbledore hadn't had time to go out to his local wizarding mart. Severus put the socks under his bed until further notice.

Noting that there would be a Christmas feast tonight, Severus put on his fat robes, took his vitamins in a baggy for good measure, and left his realm of the castle to go mingle with the commoners, so to speak.

His first stop was the great hall for breakfast, where Professor McGonagall reminded him that he owed her 2 galleons, and that she was going to start adding interest. And since Severus did not happen to have anything on him at the moment, he couldn't do much about that bit of news.

Severus started munching on a tater tot, but his appetite was ruined when someone reached across him for the ketchup, and dripped two large puddles of it onto his pancake shaped like a Christmas tree.

Leaving the hall, Severus gave the bathroom a visit, where a nice puke informed him that he had the stomach flu. On the way out, he passed Professor Flitwick, who was standing on a step stool examining his teeth.

"Stop hogging the Quidditch pitch, Ravenclaw needs to practice sometime this year," he stated, which Severus guessed was the equivalent to 'Merry Christmas.'

And now guess what? Severus was bored. For once. He didn't know why people complained, it was rather fun. Going down into the teacher's lounge, he turned on the fire, sat down in his low black armchair, and clutched his stomach for a while until it agreed to stop being rowdy for the moment.

Then he picked up a Wizard's World magazine and did a quiz to find out what kind of person he was for the holidays. All his answers ended up in the 'Scrooge' category. Switching that magazine for an old Daily Prophet, he found a pencil on the floor and began to do the crossword.

Just then, Professors Sprout and Vector came into the staff room, quite disturbing his peaceful aura. They were babbling like maniacs about what presents they had received from other staff and even students like the Bush Hair. Severus waited about five minutes, but when no one had shut up, and he still couldn't find a word to rhyme with canary, he gave up and left the room.

Severus walked up and down corridors for the rest of the day. Once he came across the boy he bet he could beat up, and started to feel nauseous. Only it was tough luck for him, because the staff bathroom was two floors below him.

The boy he bet he could beat up looked nervous, and started to turn into the boy's bathroom. Severus saw and sprinted after him, kicking up his legs real high as he ran. The boy he bet he could beat up noticed and apparently got a faulty message from what he saw, because his eyes widened and he bolted into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Severus skidded to a stop in front of the door and was going to demand that he open it up, when—

He threatened to strangle the narrator if she mentioned what happened after that…so ya'll can just guess what that dramatic pause meant.

Later on, at the Christmas feast, Severus seated himself at the far end of the High Table. The words High Table always made him sound like a knight, Severus thought. Everyone appeared to have digested the info that he was sick today, because instead of the usual one empty spot in between him and the next person, there were three.

Severus just sat there eyeing the food everyone was eating. He took out his vitamins and had them with his pumpkin juice. His eyes wandered onto the students, and the turkey Potter-the-fortunate-not-to-be-sick was chomping.

Severus heard laughter from somewhere along the staff table, and noticed Flitwick telling jokes to everyone which he had gotten out of a joke book and written on the back of his hand. He also noticed that the sound of the crackers going off was really gnawing his ear off. Then he saw Hagrid kiss Professor McGonagall, who giggled and turned red. Severus believed that seeing that had greatly heightened his heart rate and made him subject to heart attack.

Then Severus noticed, with the kind of feeling that goes along with creepy music, that Quirrell was not there. Which made him sure that Quirrell was somewhere else.

Severus got up with the intention of asking Dumbledore if he could leave, then decided that that wasn't such a great idea when he noticed that Dumbledore was wearing a flowered lady's bonnet and cackling madly. And so he just decided to take that as a yes.

Leaving the great hall, Severus went to have a puke and then began a search for Quirrell about the castle. The guy always picks the holidays he thought, as he peered into Quirrell's classroom, which was as empty as the head of the Weasley and the two fat Slytherins who were always with the Pointy Face Brat and the boy he bet he could beat up combined. And that was a lot of head space.

On his way up to check the third floor corridor, Severus was stopped by Filch, who invited him into his office.

"I'm making toast," Filch informed him, as he put an unidentifiable black thing on his plate. Severus tore his gaze from a sketch of a toilet plunger lying on the table that he had been staring at, and gave Filch a that's-lovely-but-I-really-don't-care look . He wondered what was the point of inviting him in anyways? Was Filch really Quirrell's partner in crime who was simply delaying him here with his sleazy discussions on toast?

"I must go, 'Gus," he said smoothly, deciding not to hang around.

"If I see any students hanging around tonight, what should I do?" Filch asked, looking rather stupid. Severus knew he was afraid of the dark, so he said he could contact him if that happened, just to shake the guy off. While he talked, he made sure to breathe a lot of sick air into Filch's face so as to get going quicker.

Severus arrived at the third floor corridor and peered around a corner real sneaky-like. Sure enough, Quirrell was there in front of the Fluffy door, pacing and talking to a voice that was coming from his turban.

"Tonight?"

"Yesssss…"

"-but master-

"You heard me Samson"

Samson? Severus almost choked on that one. Quirrell had always seemed more the Alfonso type to him. He also noticed that Quirrell was not stuttering like he usually did. Turning his opti-micronic (whatever that meant) hearing onto the conversation again, he noticed that Quirrell seemed to be breaking down.

"Okay, okay…I'll do it," he sobbed, turning towards the door.

Thus followed a heroic scene from Severus in which he leaped out from his hiding place and used several fluid motions to block Quirrell's progress.

"S-severus?" Quirrell asked, starting up with the obvious fake stutter again.

"Booyah," Severus said flatly. He didn't even want to know where he had got that from.

"How n-nice to s-s-see you. I w-w-was just p-passing by…"

"Do you remember our last meeting, Quirrell?" Severus asked.

"Y-yeah," said Quirrell, whose mouth twitched for a second like he was going to smile.

"Stop with that infernal stutter!" Severus snapped, "I know it's not real!"

What Severus also knew, but didn't think it wise to say, was that Quirrell had a certain Dark Lord under his turban who was driving him to do evil deeds. How you could wear a turban, let alone share it with the face of an ugly, sweaty, half dead evil guy was beyond Severus.

Quirrell was beginning to look really nervous, when Filch and his oh-so-puntable cat named Mrs. Norris came up on them. Severus wondered stupidly who Mr. Norris was before realizing that Quirrell had slipped away and the moment had been ruined.

"What?" he spat, in a you-just-ruined-my-moment way.

Filch then gabbed to Severus about how someone had been in the Restricted Section of the library, while leading him up some stairs. Severus responded that whoever it was couldn't be that far, but when they didn't find anything, Severus wondered for the second time that night if Filch really was working with Quirrell, and was just causing a diversion.

However, Severus couldn't ponder much longer, for soon he felt the need to puke again rising in his gut.