A/N: *On knees* Okay I'm sorry! This chapter took to long to update! I'm so sorry! I've been really busy with school! But still sorry! Anyways enjoy this chapter!
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Best Christmas
Severus Snape tried to ignore the eyes pressed onto him.
He gave a resigned grunt. "What? What are you staring at?" The head of Gryffindor gave a smile. "It's just we're still not accommodated in seeing you like that." The young Slytherin arched a brow. 'This' is a curse! "Well do not get to comfortable, as I will be returning to my proper age….What? Albus are you laughing!"
The elder man covered his mouth and snickered. "I'm truly sorry Severus but you do look like a student again!"
That's it! Robes billowed as he made his way OUT of the great hall. Right as he exited…he bumped into somebody…squishy? Opening his eyes, madam Pomfrey smiled down at him. His face turned a crimson red. Finally realizing where he had bumped into the woman.
"Oh Severus!" The woman carelessly wrapped her arms around the boy. Squishing him closer.
Liking the comfort he leaned in farther. This felt nice, the woman was very warm and comforting and what 'teenage' boy doesn't like a pair of breasts. Once he realized what he was doing quickly made a run for it. "Ah, somebody take that blasted tree down!" That came out of nowhere, must be the heat!
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What was he thinking! How shameful! When was Albus going to be done with that aging potion!
Scurrying down the corridor he met his doom. Great the two Weasleys, and looking more mischievous than usual. From a distance he spotted one of them had his wand up, without any warning a spell hit him. Everything blurred around him, when his eyes came into focus he saw two red-heads…grinning.
"Weasley! What did you do to me?" The enraged voice echoed through the empty corridors. George conjured a mirror.
Almost dropping it the boy stalked back to the great hall. 'That's it! I'm talking to Albus about this! My hair, it's…its red and green! What am I a bloody Christmas tree!"
The double doors slammed open, revealing a enraged Snape. "Albus!" Now all those in the room turned their attention to the 'child'. "Headmaster I demand that I be re-aged as soon as possible!" If the headmaster twinkle could kill, well Severus would be dead. That blasted ma is planning something.
"Now Severus be patient." The potioneer clenched his fists. "Run along now, and messrs Weasly the professors and I would like a word." Just as he reached the doors a voice stopped him. "Oh and Severus I like what you've done to your hair!"
Merlin it was not his day!
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A triumphant smirk spread across the de-aged professor. Ha the Weasleys are probably being lectured by Minerva! A satisfactory sigh escaped hi mouth. Good his hair was back to normal.
What a strange day. There was nobody in sight and the atmosphere seems much more…cheerful. Well at least there was some peace and quiet around here! Making his way to the library he noticed it was oddly to quiet, but just shrugged it off.
If he had any luck he could find the re-aging potion by doing some research. A shiver went down his spine; suddenly he was grabbed from behind. To terrified to react he just whimpered.
It was proving difficult to see who it was. His attackers had covered his eyes. Clawing at his wrist he felt his assailants grip tighten and started dragging him even faster. Soon they had reached their destination. When he regained his sight, his wand was facing the first person he could see.
Still not being able to see a face clearly he shouted a spell. 'Sectumsem-…' 'Expelliarmus' His wand flew from his grip.
Now finally feeling like a disarmed student, trembling until a hand was laid on his shoulder. Violently he flinched and saw the headmaster! Never so relived in his life he turned to see his 'attacker' "Minerva!" The woman appeared irritated. "I assure you Severus that were you still a student I would deduct 50 points for assault!"
Now enraged! "You abducted me you bloody woman! I had all my rights to attack you, but no it's always about your precious Gryffindors!" Once the man was able to calm himself he noticed that there were more people in the room he'd been dragged to. Great the professors and the two Weasleys!
"Whats going on here?" What is this some sort of party?
The headmasters twinkle is just never a good thing. "Severus have you forgotten what day it is?" The man contemplated what exactly was going on. Finally something snapped! Christmas! "Albus let me out of here!" Before he could escape Fred and George were dragging him back the couch.
"Albus I have no time for this pointless holiday!" The head of Gryffindor pressed her lips together. "Shut up and sit down! Oh and here…"
He had just been handed a box. Confusion running through him. "Well don't just sit there child open it!" Open it? Well if she insists. Carefully he unwrapped it and his eyes seemed to shine. "Minerva this is-…" "Yes child, I managed to find you golden lily. You've talked about it ever since you were a student here!"
The professors felt a sudden pain. They knew Severus' home life wasn't a good one. This was probably the first real Christmas he had ever experienced. The twins had to tell Ron about this! The greasy bat was actually looking like a 5-year-old kid!
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Fred and George were just about to give Sev their gift but were interrupted. "Severus I also have a gift to present to you." The headmaster stuck his hand out. It was a potion?
Quickly the potineer got up; he knew exactly what it was. In one swallow it was gone. His body began to ache but before he knew it…he was back to his proper age! Finally sweet bliss! "Thank you headmaster. Minverva, messrs Weasley I shall be in MY quarters." With that he stalked out.
What that's it! No goodbye! As quickly as it had started the party was now over. The Weasley were perplexed…what now.
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In the headmasters office Severus and Albus were in a heated argument. "Albus we must obliviate the Weasleys. "Severus we should discuss this with them. We can't just erase their memories as if nothing had ever happened." This enraged the man further. "No we must! It's for their own safety!" The headmaster gave a resinged sigh. "Very well, do what you see fit." "Thank you headmaster."
Outside of the headmasters door stood the twins, looking pale. They quickly fled! How could they do that! They just can't take their memories away from them!
This Christmas was the worst. They knew that at any moment their professor would come into what use to be 'their' room and…obliviate them. Nostalgia kicked in, would they forget how nice the professor can actually be? Did everything that happen mean nothing. "I'm not giving up my memories without a fight…"
Fred stared at his other half. "Alright George, I wasn't planning to give my memories up anyways."
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The potion master crept into the room. It was oddly silent. Suddenly he felt a tug on his hand. "Welasleys! Give me my wand!"
"NO! You liar! We know what you were planning on doing! How could you, we trusted you!" Fred tried calming his brother. Swiftly the professor snatched his wand away and pointed it toward the twins. 'oblivia-…'
He couldn't do it! "Professor?" The oldest red-head gave him a concerned look. George quickly hugged the man. "I knew you wouldn't do it!" Gripping the boys shoulder he looked down, he was right he couldn't do it.
Somewhere Albus was laughing his arse off. If he didn't know any better he would think that the headmaster had probably planned this whole thing. The dungeon bat had become attached to theses boys. "C'mere professor!" The Wealsy pulled on his professor. "We didn't have a chance to give you this but um, Happy Christmas!" The gift was shoved into his hands.
It was a book. Neatly labeled 'memories' it was a scrapbook. He hadn't been given one of these since…since Lily. "It's not much Sev, but we just wanted to let you know that your important to us.
He wanted to kill Albus for getting him into this, but he also wanted to thank him…it really was his best Christmas.
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A/N: Well that's the end. Truthfully I'm not satisfied. I was thinking that maybe later I could re-write it. If I do the story would be VERY different from this one, the re-written version containing: Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, and other thing. It would also include Voldemort. What do you guys think, do you think I should make a second version?