Hur skulle julen te sig på Hogwarts om Voldemort hade störtats innan han mördade Lily och James, om Dödsätarna hade satts i fängelse och deras barn tagits om hand? Denna alternativa saga är i stort sett endast en omskrivning av kapitlet The Mirror of Erised i Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone av J.K. Rowling (tyvärr hade jag bara den engelska boken till hands), men jag hoppas att ni kommer att tycka om den ändå.
God jul!
Maria
An Alternative Christmas Tale - part 1
Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and Crabbe and Goyle were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Lupin around, floating in front of him like pale full moons. The few owls that managed to battle their way through the stormy sky to deliver post had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could fly again.
No one could wait for the holidays to start. While the Slytherin common room and the Great Hall had roaring fires, the draughty corridors had become icy and bitter wind rattled the windows in the classrooms. Worst of all were Professor McGonagall's classes in the windy north wing, where their breath rose in a mist before them and they kept as close as possible to the magical fire burning behind the teacher's desk.
'I do feel so sorry,' said Harry Potter, one Transfiguration class, 'for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted anywhere else.'
He was looking over at Draco as he spoke. Granger and Weasley chuckled. Draco, who was trying to master a new spell, ignored them. Potter had been even more unpleasant than usual since the Quidditch match. Disgusted that Gryffindor had lost, he had tried to get everyone laughing at how a paralyzed snake would be replacing Draco as Seeker next. Then he'd realised that nobody found this funny, because they were all so impressed at the way Draco had managed to stay on his bucking broomstick. So Potter, jealous and angry, had gone back to taunting Draco about having no proper family.
It was true that Draco wasn't going back to the muggle orphanage for Christmas. Professor Snape had come round the week before, making a list of all students who would be staying for the holidays, and Draco had signed up at once. He didn't feel sorry for himself at all; this would probably be the best Christmas he'd ever had. The other orphans; among them Theodore Nott, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, would be staying too.
When they left the classroom at the end of Transfiguration, they found a large tree blocking the corridor ahead. Two shuffling feet sticking out at the bottom and a loud wheezing sound told them that Filch was behind it.
'Hi, Filch, want any help?' Theo asked, sticking his head through the branches.
'Move,' grunted the caretaker.
Draco, Blaise and Theodore sympathized with Argus Filch, because, if possible, he was even more of an outcast than they were. Also, Draco appreciated his equal dislike of all students.
'Would you mind moving out of the way?' came Potter's drawl from behind them. 'Are you trying to earn some extra money, Nott? Hoping to be caretaker yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose - that cupboard of Filch's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to...'
Potter turned silent, because Professor Snape had just rounded the corner of the corridor. Not caring, Theo dived at Potter just as McGonagall came up the stairs.
'NOTT!'
Theo let go of the front of Potter's robes.
'He was provoked,' said Snape, who glided up protectively behind Draco, Blaise and Theo. 'Potter was insulting his family.'
'Be that as it may, fighting is against Hogwarts' rules, Severus,' said Professor McGonagall sternly. 'Five points from Slytherin, Nott, and be grateful it isn't more. Move along, all of you.'
Potter, Weasley and Granger pushed roughly past the tree and smirked.
'I'll get him,' said Theo, grinding his teeth at Potter's back, 'one of these days, I'll get him -'
'I hate them both,' said Draco. 'Potter and McGonagall.'
'Not that tone, Draco,' said Snape, but Draco could see his lips curl into a sneer. 'I don't want to hear you talk about a Professor that way again.'
'No, of course not, Sir,' Draco replied.
He knew that Snape deliberately had left Potter's name out of the reprimand. Snape was the only teacher who understod him, Draco thought bitterly.
To Be Continued.
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