Hogwarts i am snape

Though a roaring fire blazed in the depths of the Slytherin common room at the bottom of the lake, the dungeon, with its perpetually beaded stone walls, was still terribly cold. 

"This is my first time not going home for Christmas; it's certainly a unique experience." 

Abbott curled up in his chair, staring at the gift tag for a good while before daring to wrap a long, slender Puffskein around his neck. It was a Christmas gift from Pandora. 

The Puffskein was covered in soft, vividly colored fur, like flames, and felt incredibly soft and smooth to the touch. It was particularly docile at the moment, nestled obediently around Abbott's neck, resembling a stretched-out, miniature Kneazle. 

"Ohh~" Abbott couldn't help but hum in pleasure, a look of pure enjoyment on his face. "Blimey, it even radiates heat! This is brilliant! Maybe I can get some to sell at my family's shop; they'd fly off the shelves..." 

As if sensing Abbott's satisfaction, the Puffskein also began to hum a strange little tune. 

However, the previously quiet Puffskein suddenly reared its head, extending a long, thin, pink tongue that, like a snake, shot straight into Abbott's nose. 

"Mmph—" The sudden action nearly made Abbott choke. He instinctively ripped the Puffskein off, his face a mixture of shock and confusion, muttering, "What in blazes is it doing..." 

"No—" Abbott shrieked in horror, realizing what was on the Puffskein's tongue. "Blech—" 

But it was too late. The Puffskein had already retracted its tongue into its own mouth, neatly swallowing Abbott's dried snot. 

"Isn't it only supposed to do that when I'm sleeping?" Abbott looked disdainfully at the Puffskein, which had curled into a ball on the armchair. "That way, at least, out of sight, out of mind, right?" 

"You've been paying attention in Care of Magical Creatures, haven't you?" Snape said slowly, magically pouring himself a cup of hot tea and taking a comfortable sip, looking utterly content. "Do you wonder why I didn't receive this gift?" 

"It hasn't... eaten yours too, has it?" Abbott asked, utterly shocked, his eyes wide, disbelief etched on his face. "No way?" 

"Eww—can you not be so disgusting?" Snape retorted with a look of revulsion. "This one is newly bred!" 

"Fine, fine," Abbott said, rubbing his hands together helplessly. He picked up the Puffskein again and put it back on, muttering, "Anyway, it's still my product... as long as I don't take it outside... little fellow, you'll just stay in the dormitory, won't you..." 

Piles of gifts lay before both of them, waiting to be unwrapped. 

Snape even received a thick, bright green, hand-knitted sweater from Mrs. Weasley, along with a large box of homemade fudge. 

Of course, Snape had also carefully chosen gifts for the three young Weasleys. 

He sent a large Honeydukes Christmas sweets package to the Burrow, two toy broomsticks, and specifically for Percy, a copy of Prefects: How to Wield Power. 

The day after Christmas, Snape borrowed the Headmaster's office fireplace from Dumbledore. Although he hadn't gone home for Christmas, Eileen had written to him, saying she was waiting for him to come home for his birthday. 

Snape stepped into the emerald flames and called out, "Ottery St Catchpole!" 

No sooner had the words left his lips than the flames enveloped him. In a rapid spin, he vaguely saw glimpses of wizarding rooms, but before he could make them out, they flashed by. Then, his spinning slowed, and he came to a perfectly steady halt in the fireplace of the village post office. 

The houses in Ottery St Catchpole were scatteredpicturesquely, and the undulating hills were covered in a blanket of white snow. Wisps of smoke curled from the chimneys of every home. 

Snape looked towards his own house, seeing that the garden hedge had grown thick and lush, like a green barrier. 

The garden gnomes shouldn't be able to get in so easily now, he thought. 

Eileen, who had known he was coming home today, was bustling about in the kitchen, apron on, preparing a feast for dinner. 

At dawn on January ninth, Snape was awakened by a chorus of hooting owls, who brought him a mountain of gifts. 

"Happy seventeenth birthday, Severus," Eileen said gently, standing by the frying pan, busy with her cooking. 

Eileen's gift to him lay on the table. When he unwrapped it, he found an exquisite silver wristwatch, with a white cloud on its face and small birds flying in and out of the cloud. 

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It was a tradition for a wizard to be given a watch by a relative upon reaching adulthood. 

Abbott's large parcel, on the other hand, contained a complete set of twelve books from the "Charming Witches" series. In a world where lighting fires and going to the lavatory could be solved with magic, Snape couldn't fathom what practical use these books would have. 

As for Pandora's gift, a homemade magical razor, he had no intention of using it. After all, no one would think it wise to put such a dubious-looking razor near their face and neck. 

And so, Snape spent a few decadent days at home, with meals brought to him. 

During this time, he also freely wielded his wand, thoroughly plowing the garden and tossing the annoying gnomes down the hillside. 

Of course, under Eileen's strict orders, he dutifully transformed the chairs he had turned into hunting dogs back to their original forms. 

Time flew, and in the blink of an eye, it was time to return to school. The new term was about to begin, and Snape had to leave his warm cottage, brave the bitter cold down the hill, and travel to Hogwarts via the post office. 

"Good evening, Professor," Snape emerged steadily from the fireplace. 

Dumbledore was sitting at his office desk, which was adorned with several balls of yarn, clutching two long knitting needles, intently staring at several Muggle magazines spread open before him. 

Hearing the voice, he looked up, a kindly smile on his face. "Good evening, Severus, and happy birthday." 

"Thank you, Professor," Snape brushed the soot from his clothes and magically cleaned the carpet. "About what I spoke to you about before I left, have you given it any thought?" 

Dumbledore looked at Snape very seriously for a moment, then said solemnly, "I think so, Severus. You have earned this right, or rather—this responsibility." 

"Very well, Professor, it's a promise," Snape said calmly. "I am ready whenever you are to leave the school and seek them out with you." 

After leaving the Headmaster's office, Snape instinctively walked to the window, gazing out into the distance. 

The sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, painting the sky a vibrant orange. The snow on the grounds was deeper than that on the hills of Ottery St Catchpole. 

In the distance, Hagrid stood at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, meticulously feeding a group of Hippogriffs.