Fic: Christmas Magic
Title: Christmas Magic
Author:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Word Count: 945
Warnings: None.
Summary: Harry gets an unexpected gift.
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adventdrabbles' prompt # 23: Meeting Santa. This is part 22 of my How Harry Claimed Severus series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s):torino10154.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Christmas Magic
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“Wait.” Harry looks around, curious. “This looks like Muggle London. And is that…Harrods?”
Severus nods. “It is. We’re here to collect Scorpius.”
Frowning, Harry trails after him. “But Harrods is a Muggle shop. Draco allows his son to spend time with Muggles?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Severus scoffs. “The entrance to magical Harrods is just over here.”
“Oh.” Harry blinks. “There’s a magical Harrods?”
Severus shakes his head. “You mean you didn’t know? Dear me. Just wait until your children find out.” Waiting for Harry to catch up with him, he gestures towards a statue. “This way.”
Severus approaches a statue of a woman pouring water, casting a Notice-Me-Not on them. Harry sighs as oblivious Muggles don’t even see. Noticing his expression, Severus hums. “Sometimes I, too, wonder if we even need the Statute of Secrecy.”
Harry raises an eyebrow. “Using Legilimency?”
“No.” Severus smirked. “As I believe I’ve mentioned before, you’re quite expressive.” Then, drawing his wand, he tapped on the statue.
Within seconds she moves, smiles down at them, opening her robes. Harry follow Severus through the barrier, and once they emerge, he gapes. “Wow.”
Magic Harrods is even more overwhelming than Muggle Harrods, with fairies flitting about carrying tinsel and tiny boxes, sweets floating in the air with signs flashing ‘try me’, people walking about, floating packages behind them, and even other beings wandering the halls. A toffee nudges him insistently and Harry grabs it, shoving it into his pocket.
“This way,” says Severus. “Draco booked Scorpius an appointment with Father Christmas.”
Harry’s footsteps falter. “You’re saying there’s actually a Father Christmas?” he yelps. “And he’s here?!”
Severus frowns at him. “Of course he’s not here. Scorpius is visiting an elf dressed up as Father Christmas.”
“Oh, whew.” Harry smiles wanly.
“The real Father Christmas is at the North Pole. He’s far too busy to spend time here in December.”
Once again, Harry almost trips over his feet as Severus’ words hit him. “Wait, WHAT?”
But Severus is already far ahead, so Harry trots to catch up with him. “You’re blowing my mind right now,” he says. “I thought Father Christmas was a fabrication.”
Severus frowns. “Don’t your children get presents from him under the tree? Don’t you?”
Rubbing the back of his neck, Harry says, “I…yes, but I thought they were from Molly and Arthur, you know, indulging the kids.”
“Ah.” Severus’ eyes narrow. “You never got to visit him, did you? When you were a child, I mean?”
Harry sends him a flat look. “Are you mad? Since my aunt and uncle didn’t believe in…indulging me with regular meals or a regular bed, they sure as shi—” When Severus clears his throat warningly, Harry coughs, “—sure as Hell didn’t take me to visit Father Christmas.” He moves closer. “Did your parents bring you to see him?”
Severus’ eyes go distant. “Once. My mother thought it would be fun, and there’s no cost unless you book a specific appointment time.” He hums. “It was…illuminating.”
Harry clasps his hand. “Looks like it made an impression.”
“It did.” Exhaling, Severus’ fingers tighten on Harry’s. “This way. Scorpius should almost be done.” He tugs Harry around a corner where one of the largest elves Harry’s ever seen is dressed in the signature red suit, sitting in a chair, Scorpius on his lap. Scorpius’ face is serious, and he appears to be chatting earnestly with the elf. Once he sees Severus, however, he grins and waves, says something to Father Christmas, who replies before Scorpius jumps off his lap to run over to them.
Oddly, Father Christmas looks over towards Harry, and for a moment Harry thinks he winks.
Shaking his head, Harry watches Scorpius carefully, noticing Scorpius does shoot him a look of combined awe and trepidation before a mask settles over his face. Smiling inwardly, Harry greets him politely. “Hullo, Scorpius.”
Scorpius blinks. “Hullo, Mr Potter.” His eyes dart to their joined hands. “Hi, Papa!”
“Scorpius.” Severus smiles. “Did you have a good visit with Father Christmas?”
“Yes.” Scorpius shuffles his feet. “He wants to speak to Mr Potter.”
Harry raises an eyebrow. “Father Christmas does?”
Scorpius nods.
Exchanging a puzzled look with Severus, who shrugs his confusion, Harry lets go of him, moving towards the elf. Once he’s within earshot, he says, “I understand you wanted to speak to me?”
“Harry Potter.” The elf has bright blue eyes, and for a moment he reminds Harry of Dumbledore. “We want to give you a gift this year to make up for the ones we couldn’t give you as a child.”
Harry blinks. “I…it’s okay.”
“It is not, but our hands were tied because of the Statute of Secrecy.” The elf smiles. “The parents of magical children, even those who are Muggle, can more easily accept magic in their lives. Your guardians would never have accepted it, so we could not intervene.”
Closing his eyes, Harry exhales. “I understand.”
“Accept this gift, then.” The elf’s voice deepens, seems to surround Harry. “No more shall you be alone. You have found true love on your own, so we give you the gift of happiness.”
Harry shivers. He should be afraid but he’s not, it’s as if a burden he hadn’t known he’d been carrying is lifted. He smiles, opening his eyes. “Thank—”
The elf is gone, as is the chair, and he’s standing beside Severus and Scorpius. He frowns. “What just happened—?”
Severus shakes his head. “I have found it best not to question Christmas magic. I have to take Scorpius home. Care to join us?”
Harry nods, grinning at him. “I’d love to.”
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Continued in The Talk (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Severus Snape/Harry Potter.
Word Count: 945
Warnings: None.
Summary: Harry gets an unexpected gift.
A/N: Written for
adventdrabbles/adventdrabbles' prompt # 23: Meeting Santa. This is part 22 of my How Harry Claimed Severus series (LJ/IJ/DW).Beta(s):
torino10154.Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Christmas Magic
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“Wait.” Harry looks around, curious. “This looks like Muggle London. And is that…Harrods?”
Severus nods. “It is. We’re here to collect Scorpius.”
Frowning, Harry trails after him. “But Harrods is a Muggle shop. Draco allows his son to spend time with Muggles?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Severus scoffs. “The entrance to magical Harrods is just over here.”
“Oh.” Harry blinks. “There’s a magical Harrods?”
Severus shakes his head. “You mean you didn’t know? Dear me. Just wait until your children find out.” Waiting for Harry to catch up with him, he gestures towards a statue. “This way.”
Severus approaches a statue of a woman pouring water, casting a Notice-Me-Not on them. Harry sighs as oblivious Muggles don’t even see. Noticing his expression, Severus hums. “Sometimes I, too, wonder if we even need the Statute of Secrecy.”
Harry raises an eyebrow. “Using Legilimency?”
“No.” Severus smirked. “As I believe I’ve mentioned before, you’re quite expressive.” Then, drawing his wand, he tapped on the statue.
Within seconds she moves, smiles down at them, opening her robes. Harry follow Severus through the barrier, and once they emerge, he gapes. “Wow.”
Magic Harrods is even more overwhelming than Muggle Harrods, with fairies flitting about carrying tinsel and tiny boxes, sweets floating in the air with signs flashing ‘try me’, people walking about, floating packages behind them, and even other beings wandering the halls. A toffee nudges him insistently and Harry grabs it, shoving it into his pocket.
“This way,” says Severus. “Draco booked Scorpius an appointment with Father Christmas.”
Harry’s footsteps falter. “You’re saying there’s actually a Father Christmas?” he yelps. “And he’s here?!”
Severus frowns at him. “Of course he’s not here. Scorpius is visiting an elf dressed up as Father Christmas.”
“Oh, whew.” Harry smiles wanly.
“The real Father Christmas is at the North Pole. He’s far too busy to spend time here in December.”
Once again, Harry almost trips over his feet as Severus’ words hit him. “Wait, WHAT?”
But Severus is already far ahead, so Harry trots to catch up with him. “You’re blowing my mind right now,” he says. “I thought Father Christmas was a fabrication.”
Severus frowns. “Don’t your children get presents from him under the tree? Don’t you?”
Rubbing the back of his neck, Harry says, “I…yes, but I thought they were from Molly and Arthur, you know, indulging the kids.”
“Ah.” Severus’ eyes narrow. “You never got to visit him, did you? When you were a child, I mean?”
Harry sends him a flat look. “Are you mad? Since my aunt and uncle didn’t believe in…indulging me with regular meals or a regular bed, they sure as shi—” When Severus clears his throat warningly, Harry coughs, “—sure as Hell didn’t take me to visit Father Christmas.” He moves closer. “Did your parents bring you to see him?”
Severus’ eyes go distant. “Once. My mother thought it would be fun, and there’s no cost unless you book a specific appointment time.” He hums. “It was…illuminating.”
Harry clasps his hand. “Looks like it made an impression.”
“It did.” Exhaling, Severus’ fingers tighten on Harry’s. “This way. Scorpius should almost be done.” He tugs Harry around a corner where one of the largest elves Harry’s ever seen is dressed in the signature red suit, sitting in a chair, Scorpius on his lap. Scorpius’ face is serious, and he appears to be chatting earnestly with the elf. Once he sees Severus, however, he grins and waves, says something to Father Christmas, who replies before Scorpius jumps off his lap to run over to them.
Oddly, Father Christmas looks over towards Harry, and for a moment Harry thinks he winks.
Shaking his head, Harry watches Scorpius carefully, noticing Scorpius does shoot him a look of combined awe and trepidation before a mask settles over his face. Smiling inwardly, Harry greets him politely. “Hullo, Scorpius.”
Scorpius blinks. “Hullo, Mr Potter.” His eyes dart to their joined hands. “Hi, Papa!”
“Scorpius.” Severus smiles. “Did you have a good visit with Father Christmas?”
“Yes.” Scorpius shuffles his feet. “He wants to speak to Mr Potter.”
Harry raises an eyebrow. “Father Christmas does?”
Scorpius nods.
Exchanging a puzzled look with Severus, who shrugs his confusion, Harry lets go of him, moving towards the elf. Once he’s within earshot, he says, “I understand you wanted to speak to me?”
“Harry Potter.” The elf has bright blue eyes, and for a moment he reminds Harry of Dumbledore. “We want to give you a gift this year to make up for the ones we couldn’t give you as a child.”
Harry blinks. “I…it’s okay.”
“It is not, but our hands were tied because of the Statute of Secrecy.” The elf smiles. “The parents of magical children, even those who are Muggle, can more easily accept magic in their lives. Your guardians would never have accepted it, so we could not intervene.”
Closing his eyes, Harry exhales. “I understand.”
“Accept this gift, then.” The elf’s voice deepens, seems to surround Harry. “No more shall you be alone. You have found true love on your own, so we give you the gift of happiness.”
Harry shivers. He should be afraid but he’s not, it’s as if a burden he hadn’t known he’d been carrying is lifted. He smiles, opening his eyes. “Thank—”
The elf is gone, as is the chair, and he’s standing beside Severus and Scorpius. He frowns. “What just happened—?”
Severus shakes his head. “I have found it best not to question Christmas magic. I have to take Scorpius home. Care to join us?”
Harry nods, grinning at him. “I’d love to.”
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Continued in The Talk (LJ/IJ/DW).