Fan Fiction ❯ The Snape Who Stole Christmas ❯ One-Shot
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The Snape who stole Christmas
For any person
Like the one who just pulled your sleeve
Has a special story
You must see to believe
This is about a certain someone
Whose name I can't remember
Was there the tragic Christmas
Which year I cannot render
She was a special someone
And I know this to be true
Saved Christmas in her school
So it can be enjoyed by even you
There was also a man
Who was mean, to top them all
He hated Christmas the most
One glance of his sour face will even make you fall
Though, no one knew why
He hated Christmas so
Maybe his shoes were on too tight
Or his head was not screwed on just right
But I think
The most likely reason of all
Was this man's heart
Was fifty sizes, too small
His hair was black
His skin was white
He liked Halloween better
For he could really be a fright
He stalked in the magic school
Hating everyone he met
No one thought he ever smiled
For his scowling face was always set
This girl, whose name I still don't remember
Thought he did have a heart
And he did smile
He just let those feelings come apart
She believed she could change his view on
This Christmas holiday
So she said to her friends,
"This year, I'm going to stay."
So stay, she did
At her magical school
She planned her ideas
And thought her a fool
And then, one day
On fair Christmas Eve
She was attacked by a man
With blood on his sleeves
The small-hearted man
Came to her rescue
Then he disappeared
Though she thought to pursue
She searched high
She searched low
She couldn't find him
Or, at least she thought so
What she didn't know, however
Is this small-hearted man
Was watching her
Knew that she can
She just had to look harder
Which he knew she could do
And find him she did
Though their meeting was over too soon
He cursed himself
He hated himself
He hated her
For finding him herself
He cursed
He spat
He hated Christmas
As far as he could throw his hat
So that very night
When all went to sleep
He left his shoes in his room
And tip-toed as quiet as a sheep
He went to Slytherin
Where all the presents were laid
He took out his wand
And got rid of the mess the presents made
He went to Ravenclaw
Where stood a large tree
Where stockings all hung
In ones twos and threes
He whipped out his wand
And burned them all up
And went to Hufflepuff
And even broke a special cup
At last, and finally
Towards Gryffindor he went
He apparated the Christmas stuff
And didn't care where they were sent
He trotted off back to his room
Where he sat on his chair with a deep, heavy sigh
And pondered what the students faces were like
And knew they'd all cry
On Christmas morning
The students all woke
Only to find that their presents
Were stolen by a bloke
They all slummed
To the Great Hall
Where breakfast was laid
But they couldn't eat at all
Then, the first young girl
Remembered this all from a movie
She ran up to the Staff Table
And thought this all groovy
She knew who stole all the gifts
Though she knew she wouldn't say
And decided to change his feelings
About fair Christmas day
She stood in front of the crowd
And spoke so every one could hear
She spoke about Christmas
And why it was so dear
She said "Christmas comes no matter what.
It comes without ribbons
It comes without tags
It comes without packages, boxes or bags"
She turned and faced the teacher
Who was getting ready to explode
She smiled at him
Which set him in a mode
She shook her head at him
And with a loud voice
Told him what Christmas is
Even without toys
"You can't take away Christmas
For it doesn't come from a store
For you see Christmas
Means something much, much more"
Snape, I remember now, looked around the hall
He looked around, then back at the girl
Who continued to smile
And he didn't feel the need to hurl
He, oh so suddenly
Smiled back at her
Understanding what Christmas was
Was no longer such a blur
He held his chest
As something hurt inside
He jumped up from the table
And had the feel to cry
He clutched his chest
As his heart grew and grew
That's when he was feeling things
Things he never knew
The girl ran to him
And asked him what was wrong
He looked at her and told her
"I feel like singing a song"
The girl jumped up
And squealed for joy
As she knew
This man was no decoy
She pulled him up
And held on his hand
And began singing
Knowing his emotions were finally uncanned
The whole school stood up
And sang along
To this strange tune
This lovely Christmas song
They all held hands
And sung in a group
And for Professor Flitwick
Snape had to stoop
And as the song ended
Hermione, I now know what her name was
Knew Snape had changed to a new man
On this fair Christmas