To Light -- 16 - 20 / 25
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starduchessTitle: To Light -- parts 16 through 20
Author: starduchess
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Word Count: 100 each
Rating: G - for now
Prompts: candy canes, mulled wine, card with holiday balls, mince pie, Yule log
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.
Snape sighed but took the raspberries. “Come. I will show you.”
“You don’t have to, sir,” Harry said, not wanting to irritate him.
Snape leant forward over the table, trying to be menacing. Harry wasn’t sure which was worse -- his old intensity or this new blindness. “It’s not really up to you, Potter. Besides, too much curiosity always led you into trouble. Better to douse that spark now.”
Harry felt his magic rise up with his anger. The candy cane in his hand snapped and his magic flared, changing the sweet into letters.
One eyebrow rose. “I rest my case.”
---
“Matilda, would you fetch me an orange from that mulled wine as well?” Snape asked.
“Gladly.” She took out the fruit and placed it in his hand with the raspberries.
They walked back outside, Harry subdued after his magical outburst.
Snape stopped in the snow. He stretched out his arms, wand in hand, and chirped in a repeating pattern. Not long after, a brown owl flew toward them. It landed on Snape’s left arm, hooting in pleasure.
Then he flicked a raspberry into the air and made it dance with his wand.
The owl darted after it like a snitch.
---
Snape floated the rest of the raspberries off into the trees. The sugar coating allowed them to look like miniature holiday ball decorations sparkling among the evergreens.
After it had caught its treat, Snape called the owl back to his arm. He stared at it and started chanting something low. Even without sight, the whole thing smacked of Occlumency.
“What’s he doing?” Harry asked.
“Talkin’. That’s how he trains ‘em, see?”
The owl flew off, grabbed a raspberry and brought it back. Snape peeled the orange and handed it a piece. The owl hooted happily.
Harry stood there in awe.
---
Harry continued to watch, amazed at Snape’s proficiency. If the owl searched and brought back the little fruit correctly, it received a slice of orange; if not, he’d tap it on its head, repeat the Occlumency communication, and start over.
He couldn’t remember when Snape had been this patient with any of the Hogwarts students, but it brought back thoughts of sitting in his bed, eating mince pies and reading the Half-Blood Prince’s potions book -- Snape’s book.
Harry’s admiration for Snape -- his intelligence, his tenacity, his very presence -- grew. He found his face heating, and it wasn’t from the cold.
---
Snape turned to Harry, his sightless eyes boring into him. “Satisfied? Now affirmed I’m perfectly employed, you may leave.”
Harry’s eyebrows lowered. “I still need an owl for Teddy.”
“Aye,” the burly man said, his hand firmly on Snape’s shoulder. “Think of ‘im and let your magic pick out an owl. Then Sev’rus will train it up.”
Harry let his magic loose. None of the barn ones were right, so he extended himself further. A flash went out, knocking them all down, and when they came to, a beautiful long-eared owl stood there, a decorative yule log in its talons.
--
Author: starduchess
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Word Count: 100 each
Rating: G - for now
Prompts: candy canes, mulled wine, card with holiday balls, mince pie, Yule log
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.
Snape sighed but took the raspberries. “Come. I will show you.”
“You don’t have to, sir,” Harry said, not wanting to irritate him.
Snape leant forward over the table, trying to be menacing. Harry wasn’t sure which was worse -- his old intensity or this new blindness. “It’s not really up to you, Potter. Besides, too much curiosity always led you into trouble. Better to douse that spark now.”
Harry felt his magic rise up with his anger. The candy cane in his hand snapped and his magic flared, changing the sweet into letters.
One eyebrow rose. “I rest my case.”
---
“Matilda, would you fetch me an orange from that mulled wine as well?” Snape asked.
“Gladly.” She took out the fruit and placed it in his hand with the raspberries.
They walked back outside, Harry subdued after his magical outburst.
Snape stopped in the snow. He stretched out his arms, wand in hand, and chirped in a repeating pattern. Not long after, a brown owl flew toward them. It landed on Snape’s left arm, hooting in pleasure.
Then he flicked a raspberry into the air and made it dance with his wand.
The owl darted after it like a snitch.
---
Snape floated the rest of the raspberries off into the trees. The sugar coating allowed them to look like miniature holiday ball decorations sparkling among the evergreens.
After it had caught its treat, Snape called the owl back to his arm. He stared at it and started chanting something low. Even without sight, the whole thing smacked of Occlumency.
“What’s he doing?” Harry asked.
“Talkin’. That’s how he trains ‘em, see?”
The owl flew off, grabbed a raspberry and brought it back. Snape peeled the orange and handed it a piece. The owl hooted happily.
Harry stood there in awe.
---
Harry continued to watch, amazed at Snape’s proficiency. If the owl searched and brought back the little fruit correctly, it received a slice of orange; if not, he’d tap it on its head, repeat the Occlumency communication, and start over.
He couldn’t remember when Snape had been this patient with any of the Hogwarts students, but it brought back thoughts of sitting in his bed, eating mince pies and reading the Half-Blood Prince’s potions book -- Snape’s book.
Harry’s admiration for Snape -- his intelligence, his tenacity, his very presence -- grew. He found his face heating, and it wasn’t from the cold.
---
Snape turned to Harry, his sightless eyes boring into him. “Satisfied? Now affirmed I’m perfectly employed, you may leave.”
Harry’s eyebrows lowered. “I still need an owl for Teddy.”
“Aye,” the burly man said, his hand firmly on Snape’s shoulder. “Think of ‘im and let your magic pick out an owl. Then Sev’rus will train it up.”
Harry let his magic loose. None of the barn ones were right, so he extended himself further. A flash went out, knocking them all down, and when they came to, a beautiful long-eared owl stood there, a decorative yule log in its talons.
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