To Light -- 21 - 25 / 25
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starduchessTitle: To Light -- parts 21 through 25
Author: starduchess
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Word Count: 100 each (except last one is 200!!)
Rating: G - for now
Prompts: toast w/ two champagne flutes, silver bells, gingerbread men cookies, Santa putting presents under Christmas tree, sledding in front of Hogwarts
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.
“That’s some fine bird!” the burly man exclaimed. “Should be a right challenge for you, Sev’rus.”
Snape was engrossed in the owl. It appeared they were sizing each other up.
Harry was a bit embarrassed that his magic had acted up again, but at the same time it was allowing him to feel Snape’s magic currently assessing the owl. He evaluated the damage left by Nagini’s bite.
“Sir, I have an idea about your injuries. May I have two flutes of champagne?”
The burly man thought he’d gone off his rocker but asked his wife to bring the drinks anyway.
---
“It’s an adequate specimen, Potter, although it goes against my better judgement to train it.”
“Let me sweeten the deal. I’ll heal your injuries: you’ll train Teddy’s owl.”
“Because you are so adept at healing magics.”
“Actually, I’m an apprentice. Now, drink this.”
Snape sniffed then drank. “Crazy Gryffindor ideas.”
Harry downed his own glass. Using the effervescent bubbles, he linked his magic from himself to Snape. As the alcohol absorbed into Snape’s bloodstream, Harry followed it to his injuries.
He chanted. His magic permeated the air, and they could almost hear the tinkling of silver bells in the background.
---
Snape gasped as he felt Harry’s magic enter him. He raised his hand to his neck, which had become red with heat. Little wisps of black smoke emerged out from around his fingers and dissipated on the air.
His limbs began to tremble and he dropped to his knees in the snow, like a gingerbread man cookie bumped off its plate. The burly man rushed to him, grabbing his arm in support, clearly worried. “Sev’rus?”
Snape shouted and grabbed the back of his head. The magic crescendoed and flashed!
And then Snape’s eyes, blank a moment before, focused on Harry.
---
“Such experimental, magical bursts could be costly, Potter.”
“I know. After the war my magic was very wild. I hermitted away to work on control; it took me years. By then, I decided to be a healer.”
“This isn’t normal healing magics, though. I pursued all to no avail.”
“True. Part of my apprenticeship has been developing new methods. I remembered you chanting the cure for Sectumsempra, and we’re using that as a basis for alternative medi-wizardy.”
Snape examined him for deceit but found none.
“So, will you train the owl to be ready for Santa’s gift delivery?”
“Yes.”
“Brilliant.”
---
Snape stood in the doorway of Andromeda’s house carrying the long-eared owl on his arm and knocked.
“Severus, you made it!” Harry beamed at him and let him in. “Teddy! I have a special gift for you!”
A boy with bright blue hair came running into the hallway. “What is it, Uncle Harry?”
“This is Severus Snape, whom you’ve heard us talk about, and this is your new owl that he trained for you.”
Teddy’s face went from excited to slightly fearful to utter awe at sight of the owl. “Wow. He’s beautiful. What’s his name? Is it a he or a she? Do I get to take it to Hogwarts?”
Harry laughed at the boy’s exuberance. “He’s all yours, Teddy. You can name him whatever you want and of course he’ll go to Hogwarts with you. He’ll even follow you while you ride the horse-drawn sleds through the snow next year.”
“Awesome.” Teddy took the owl and walked back to the living room, talking softly to it and petting it.
“It’s wonderful. Thank you. Come have a toast with me.”
“You’re welcome, though I should be thanking you.” Snape lifted his glass. “To Magic.”
Harry smiled. “No. To Light.”
The End.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
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Author: starduchess
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Word Count: 100 each (except last one is 200!!)
Rating: G - for now
Prompts: toast w/ two champagne flutes, silver bells, gingerbread men cookies, Santa putting presents under Christmas tree, sledding in front of Hogwarts
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.
“That’s some fine bird!” the burly man exclaimed. “Should be a right challenge for you, Sev’rus.”
Snape was engrossed in the owl. It appeared they were sizing each other up.
Harry was a bit embarrassed that his magic had acted up again, but at the same time it was allowing him to feel Snape’s magic currently assessing the owl. He evaluated the damage left by Nagini’s bite.
“Sir, I have an idea about your injuries. May I have two flutes of champagne?”
The burly man thought he’d gone off his rocker but asked his wife to bring the drinks anyway.
---
“It’s an adequate specimen, Potter, although it goes against my better judgement to train it.”
“Let me sweeten the deal. I’ll heal your injuries: you’ll train Teddy’s owl.”
“Because you are so adept at healing magics.”
“Actually, I’m an apprentice. Now, drink this.”
Snape sniffed then drank. “Crazy Gryffindor ideas.”
Harry downed his own glass. Using the effervescent bubbles, he linked his magic from himself to Snape. As the alcohol absorbed into Snape’s bloodstream, Harry followed it to his injuries.
He chanted. His magic permeated the air, and they could almost hear the tinkling of silver bells in the background.
---
Snape gasped as he felt Harry’s magic enter him. He raised his hand to his neck, which had become red with heat. Little wisps of black smoke emerged out from around his fingers and dissipated on the air.
His limbs began to tremble and he dropped to his knees in the snow, like a gingerbread man cookie bumped off its plate. The burly man rushed to him, grabbing his arm in support, clearly worried. “Sev’rus?”
Snape shouted and grabbed the back of his head. The magic crescendoed and flashed!
And then Snape’s eyes, blank a moment before, focused on Harry.
---
“Such experimental, magical bursts could be costly, Potter.”
“I know. After the war my magic was very wild. I hermitted away to work on control; it took me years. By then, I decided to be a healer.”
“This isn’t normal healing magics, though. I pursued all to no avail.”
“True. Part of my apprenticeship has been developing new methods. I remembered you chanting the cure for Sectumsempra, and we’re using that as a basis for alternative medi-wizardy.”
Snape examined him for deceit but found none.
“So, will you train the owl to be ready for Santa’s gift delivery?”
“Yes.”
“Brilliant.”
---
Snape stood in the doorway of Andromeda’s house carrying the long-eared owl on his arm and knocked.
“Severus, you made it!” Harry beamed at him and let him in. “Teddy! I have a special gift for you!”
A boy with bright blue hair came running into the hallway. “What is it, Uncle Harry?”
“This is Severus Snape, whom you’ve heard us talk about, and this is your new owl that he trained for you.”
Teddy’s face went from excited to slightly fearful to utter awe at sight of the owl. “Wow. He’s beautiful. What’s his name? Is it a he or a she? Do I get to take it to Hogwarts?”
Harry laughed at the boy’s exuberance. “He’s all yours, Teddy. You can name him whatever you want and of course he’ll go to Hogwarts with you. He’ll even follow you while you ride the horse-drawn sleds through the snow next year.”
“Awesome.” Teddy took the owl and walked back to the living room, talking softly to it and petting it.
“It’s wonderful. Thank you. Come have a toast with me.”
“You’re welcome, though I should be thanking you.” Snape lifted his glass. “To Magic.”
Harry smiled. “No. To Light.”
The End.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
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