It Came Upon a Midnight
Title: It Came Upon a Midnight
Team: The Order
Word Count: 100 x 5
Rating: G
Challenge: Dickens Christmas Carol
Characters: Hermione, Severus, three ghosts, and one ginger cat.
A/N: I did this despite drakien69’s command that I should work on a WIP. I’m sure you have no complaints, right? :)
“You…are a heartless and cruel man, Severus Snape.”
Snape glared at her, unruffled by her accusation, one he had heard more times than he could count.
She stood her ground for a few more moments before storming away, her teaching robes billowing behind her, almost mocking his own.
Snape huffed and went on his way. He had important work to do.
It had been a long week, and Granger had tried his last nerve. As the candlelight flickered, Snape found himself becoming weary. The words on the students’ abysmal essays blurred in front of him.
Soon he was fast asleep.
With a groan, Snape stretched, his back aching from sleeping at his desk. As the clock struck 1 a.m., Snape saw the candle in front of him flicker as if from a breeze. He frowned and looked around the darkened room.
A solitary figure in the shadows beckoned him and Snape felt himself traveling through mist.
Put your hand down, you silly girl. Then, he had turned before he saw the hurt in her eyes. This time he caught it-a look mirroring the one she had given him earlier that day.
He would not be swayed by feminine wiles.
Snape awoke with a start and shook his head to clear his mind of memories he thought he didn’t possess. He walked to his bed, believing a comfortable place to rest his head would ease his strange dreams.
Almost as soon as he lay his head down upon the soft pillows, he found himself in the Hogwarts library, looking upon a tired professor, grading papers much like his own, her cheek stained with ink, and her frizzy hair tied in an attempt to tame it.
Her orange familiar sat beside her.
I just wish he understood how much I care.
Frustrated, Snape tossed in bed and woke with a start.
After splashing water upon his face, he saw a ghostly image in the mirror. With a sigh of resignation, he grasped the spirit’s robe.
Her eyes were sunken, her hair gray. She sighed and wearily stood. As she left the room, she ran her hands along the hall table. Photo frames showcased her friends’ families and one outdated photo showed a smiling girl and her late familiar.
Snape glanced down at a nearby newspaper.
Last night, long-time double spy and lauded War Hero Severus Tobias Snape died in his home…
“ENOUGH!” Snape bellowed, his voice echoing around the deserted dungeon room. Snape ran his hands through his hair and collapsed on the edge of his bed.
Why where ghosts haunting him in such a manner? What did it matter that he died alone, and probably undisturbed? Why should he care for an annoying know-it-all’s feelings?
Because he cared in some way?
Because he cared in some way.
…
“Here.” He roughly thrust a badly wrapped box into her hands.
The smile she gave him was worth the interrupted sleep.
He stopped scowling, hoping she would like the gift.
She did.
Team: The Order
Word Count: 100 x 5
Rating: G
Challenge: Dickens Christmas Carol
Characters: Hermione, Severus, three ghosts, and one ginger cat.
A/N: I did this despite drakien69’s command that I should work on a WIP. I’m sure you have no complaints, right? :)
“You…are a heartless and cruel man, Severus Snape.”
Snape glared at her, unruffled by her accusation, one he had heard more times than he could count.
She stood her ground for a few more moments before storming away, her teaching robes billowing behind her, almost mocking his own.
Snape huffed and went on his way. He had important work to do.
It had been a long week, and Granger had tried his last nerve. As the candlelight flickered, Snape found himself becoming weary. The words on the students’ abysmal essays blurred in front of him.
Soon he was fast asleep.
With a groan, Snape stretched, his back aching from sleeping at his desk. As the clock struck 1 a.m., Snape saw the candle in front of him flicker as if from a breeze. He frowned and looked around the darkened room.
A solitary figure in the shadows beckoned him and Snape felt himself traveling through mist.
Put your hand down, you silly girl. Then, he had turned before he saw the hurt in her eyes. This time he caught it-a look mirroring the one she had given him earlier that day.
He would not be swayed by feminine wiles.
Snape awoke with a start and shook his head to clear his mind of memories he thought he didn’t possess. He walked to his bed, believing a comfortable place to rest his head would ease his strange dreams.
Almost as soon as he lay his head down upon the soft pillows, he found himself in the Hogwarts library, looking upon a tired professor, grading papers much like his own, her cheek stained with ink, and her frizzy hair tied in an attempt to tame it.
Her orange familiar sat beside her.
I just wish he understood how much I care.
Frustrated, Snape tossed in bed and woke with a start.
After splashing water upon his face, he saw a ghostly image in the mirror. With a sigh of resignation, he grasped the spirit’s robe.
Her eyes were sunken, her hair gray. She sighed and wearily stood. As she left the room, she ran her hands along the hall table. Photo frames showcased her friends’ families and one outdated photo showed a smiling girl and her late familiar.
Snape glanced down at a nearby newspaper.
Last night, long-time double spy and lauded War Hero Severus Tobias Snape died in his home…
“ENOUGH!” Snape bellowed, his voice echoing around the deserted dungeon room. Snape ran his hands through his hair and collapsed on the edge of his bed.
Why where ghosts haunting him in such a manner? What did it matter that he died alone, and probably undisturbed? Why should he care for an annoying know-it-all’s feelings?
Because he cared in some way?
Because he cared in some way.
…
“Here.” He roughly thrust a badly wrapped box into her hands.
The smile she gave him was worth the interrupted sleep.
He stopped scowling, hoping she would like the gift.
She did.