A Hogwarts Christmas CarolIt was Christmas Eve when Snape sat alone in his chambers. No fire burned in the grate; the only light came from a few necessary candles. The solitude suited him perfectly. The occasional, passing ruckus above him, pursued by the ungainly, stomping feet of one Mr. Filch, and– though unheard–the silent paws of Mrs. Norris, was not enough to disturb Snape as long as it did not invade his damp, chilly sanctuary.More Like This
While Snape sat reading at his desk, a lightness caught his eye. A ghost had passed through his doorway. He was about to dismiss it, when he quickly realized this was not one of Hogwarts' ghosts. His first shocking thought was that the figure was Sirius Black, somehow come to haunt him. But upon closer inspection, he saw it was the other Black, the one who, in life, had been a year below him at Hogwarts; Regulus.
"And precisely when did Hogwarts offer quarter to deceased former Death Eaters?" Snape questioned, as the figure sauntered toward him.
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