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starduchess) wrote2014-12-11 10:10 pm
starduchess) wrote2014-12-11 10:10 pm
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To Light -- 6 - 10 / 25
Title: To Light -- parts 6 through 10
Author: starduchess
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Word Count: 100 each
Rating: G - for now
Prompts: mouse nutcracker, sleepy puppy w Santa hat, Christmas biscuits, large tree in front of manor, frost on glass
Warning: slight angst
Author's Notes: I'm using Slynthidor100's prompts, but this is Snarry.
Summary: Harry is looking to buy an owl for Teddy, when he stumbles upon an alive, but still injured, Snape.
The burly man left to fetch their refreshments. Harry stared as Snape walked fully into the barn.
His steps were slow and stiff with none of the grace Harry remembered. It looked rather like the gait of those wooden toy soldiers Dudley used to play with -- rigid, angular and uncoordinated.
“Holiday gift-buying?” Snape sneered in Harry’s general vicinity. He didn’t look at Harry but rather aimed his nose in his direction.
“Huh?” said Harry, still in a daze.
“Don’t mock my intelligence! This close to Christmas, your owl purchase is quite clearly for a gift. Tell me about the recipient.”
---
“W-well,” Harry started, stumbling, “he’s a boy, ten, off to Hogwarts next year.”
“I need personality, talents. What House do you think he’ll be in?
“He’s a bit cheeky, mischievous, but smart, too. It’s going to be a toss-up between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.” Harry’s voice faded out at the end. He knew the Gryffindor part would blacken Snape’s mood.
Odd thing is Snape didn’t mention it, but his focus on Harry intensified. He took a step toward Harry. “What aren’t you telling me? Why wouldn’t an average owl work for him?”
Harry gulped. “He’s already getting a puppy for Christmas?”
---
Although the puppy comment was true, he’d said it as a diversionary tactic. He wasn’t sure he wanted to divulge certain details to Snape.
“Imbecile!” Snape sneered in disgust, upset with what he perceived as Harry’s attempt at a joke. “If you aren’t forthcoming with pertinent information, then I cannot train your owl. Good day.” He turned stiffly to leave.
“He’s a metamorphmagus!” Harry blurted out. So much for discretion.
“An interesting lad, then,” said the burly man, returning with hot cider drinks, chestnuts, and Christmas biscuits. “Will put your skills to good use, Sev’rus.”
Snape sneered in his direction.
---
“What a paragon of Wizardkind. I doubt it would be hard to find an owl for him.” Snape gestured around them. “A brown, a screech, a hawk -- just reach with your magic and pick one.” He strode out the door.
“Sev’rus! Ye ain’t throwin’ a customer out!” the burly man yelled, following Snape out.
Harry extended his senses for a minute. “That pygmy feels close, but it’s not quite right,” he muttered to himself. He walked out and around the grand house to find the two men arguing by the a large Christmas tree.
“I refuse to work with dishonesty.”
---
“Alright, fine!” Harry shouted, his anxiety overridden by his irritation. “He’s a metamorphmagus from his mother and he’s got werewolf tendencies from his father. He--”
“Potter!” Snape snarled. “I should have known. Go away.”
“Sev’rus, if he wants to buy an owl, we’ll train ‘im an owl,” said the burly man.
“I refuse to work for Potter, especially if it’s for Lupin’s brat!”
“Didn’t you know it was me when you stepped through the door? You asked me all those questions.” Harry was confused and walked up to stare into Snape’s eyes.
Eyes that were crystalline, like frost.
“You’re blind.”
--
Author: starduchess
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Word Count: 100 each
Rating: G - for now
Prompts: mouse nutcracker, sleepy puppy w Santa hat, Christmas biscuits, large tree in front of manor, frost on glass
Warning: slight angst
Author's Notes: I'm using Slynthidor100's prompts, but this is Snarry.
Summary: Harry is looking to buy an owl for Teddy, when he stumbles upon an alive, but still injured, Snape.
The burly man left to fetch their refreshments. Harry stared as Snape walked fully into the barn.
His steps were slow and stiff with none of the grace Harry remembered. It looked rather like the gait of those wooden toy soldiers Dudley used to play with -- rigid, angular and uncoordinated.
“Holiday gift-buying?” Snape sneered in Harry’s general vicinity. He didn’t look at Harry but rather aimed his nose in his direction.
“Huh?” said Harry, still in a daze.
“Don’t mock my intelligence! This close to Christmas, your owl purchase is quite clearly for a gift. Tell me about the recipient.”
---
“W-well,” Harry started, stumbling, “he’s a boy, ten, off to Hogwarts next year.”
“I need personality, talents. What House do you think he’ll be in?
“He’s a bit cheeky, mischievous, but smart, too. It’s going to be a toss-up between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.” Harry’s voice faded out at the end. He knew the Gryffindor part would blacken Snape’s mood.
Odd thing is Snape didn’t mention it, but his focus on Harry intensified. He took a step toward Harry. “What aren’t you telling me? Why wouldn’t an average owl work for him?”
Harry gulped. “He’s already getting a puppy for Christmas?”
---
Although the puppy comment was true, he’d said it as a diversionary tactic. He wasn’t sure he wanted to divulge certain details to Snape.
“Imbecile!” Snape sneered in disgust, upset with what he perceived as Harry’s attempt at a joke. “If you aren’t forthcoming with pertinent information, then I cannot train your owl. Good day.” He turned stiffly to leave.
“He’s a metamorphmagus!” Harry blurted out. So much for discretion.
“An interesting lad, then,” said the burly man, returning with hot cider drinks, chestnuts, and Christmas biscuits. “Will put your skills to good use, Sev’rus.”
Snape sneered in his direction.
---
“What a paragon of Wizardkind. I doubt it would be hard to find an owl for him.” Snape gestured around them. “A brown, a screech, a hawk -- just reach with your magic and pick one.” He strode out the door.
“Sev’rus! Ye ain’t throwin’ a customer out!” the burly man yelled, following Snape out.
Harry extended his senses for a minute. “That pygmy feels close, but it’s not quite right,” he muttered to himself. He walked out and around the grand house to find the two men arguing by the a large Christmas tree.
“I refuse to work with dishonesty.”
---
“Alright, fine!” Harry shouted, his anxiety overridden by his irritation. “He’s a metamorphmagus from his mother and he’s got werewolf tendencies from his father. He--”
“Potter!” Snape snarled. “I should have known. Go away.”
“Sev’rus, if he wants to buy an owl, we’ll train ‘im an owl,” said the burly man.
“I refuse to work for Potter, especially if it’s for Lupin’s brat!”
“Didn’t you know it was me when you stepped through the door? You asked me all those questions.” Harry was confused and walked up to stare into Snape’s eyes.
Eyes that were crystalline, like frost.
“You’re blind.”
--