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Merry Christmas; A Harry Potter Drabble
Topic Started: Dec 25 2008, 10:28 AM (381 Views)
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Title: Merry Christmas!
Author: MackenzieW
Genre: Humor/MST
Rating: K+
Text Based On: Merry Christmas by StormAngel-AntheaMS
Characters: The gang, Voldemort, "Dumbledore," "McGonagall"
Summary: For Christmas, the gang does a blissfully short yet ultrasweet canon twisting love story featuring suddenly not gay Dumbledore.
Warning: Not much.

Narrator: Deck the halls with boughs of holly
Mac: Fa la la la la la la la la la
Narrator: Tis the Season to be jolly
Remus: Fa la la la la la la la la
Narrator: Don we now our gay apparel
Quatre: Fa la la la la la la la
Narrator: Troll the ancient yuletide carol
All: Fa la la la la la la la la la
Narrator: See the blazing yule before us!
Voldemort: WHAT IN BLAZES IS GOING ON?
Mac: Caroling. It’s Christmas.
Voldemort: Well, knock it off and get back to your room!
All: Yes, sir.

“We were having fun!” Mackenzie pouted, sitting down on her bed. She smoothed out her red dress as Quatre sat down next to him. Like her, the men were all dressed in Christmas finery—even Octavius wore a little bow tie.

Voldemort, however, wore his blackest robes and a frown. “I don’t care. You shall not have fun till I say you can have fun? Do you not understand the idea of being prisoners?”

The group grumbled and “spike the eggnog” was heard. Voldemort cleared his throat. “But I am a merciful master. I have given you a short story to spork. Enjoy it and then you can be merry.”

He left the room as the siren went off. “We got badfic sign!” They ran through the dank hallway—Mackenzie sneezing and cursing the whole way—and entered the theater. It was decked out in garland and Christmas lights. A Christmas tree was set up near the screen. “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” Mackenzie read the sign on the screen. “LOVE YOUR MERCIFUL MASTER!”

“I don’t know whether to be disturbed or impressed,” Remus replied. “He even got ribbon on the minis. Well, except Qwen.”

“Qwen’s nesting. No one is stupid enough to disturb her,” Erik explained, patting Aragoran gingerly. “Shall we get a move on? There’s eggnog to spike!”

Mac: I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that. Merry Christmas by StormAngel-AntheaMS. It’s…
Remus: HARRY POTTER? NOOO!
Sai: Are you okay?


Just a little Christmas drabble…
Quatre: See, Remus, it’s just a drabble!
Mac: Voldemort said it would be short.


for LadyTabz’s secret santa’s present. Merry Christmas everyone!! I hope you like it!!
Sai: Not if you keep using two exclamation points each time.

Title: Merry Christmas

Summary: Minerva is all alone for Christmas again…
All: Aww…

sad… or is it?
Jareth: How could that not be sad?
Octavius: When did you come in?
Erik: Are you wearing a Santa hat?
Jareth: Bite me.


Minerva McGonagall woke up on Christmas morning… to Peeves throwing water bombs into her face.
Mac: I know Peeves isn’t so up on respecting, well, anyone but…
Remus: He usually doesn’t enter a professor’s bedroom.


“Peeves!”

“Yes Professor Tabby?”
Mac: Oh no.
Remus: What?
Mac: Did I ever tell you my non-canon ships?
Remus: We know Neville and Luna are your OTP, yes.
Mac: I have others. Severus and Hermione…
Guys: MACKENZIE?
Mac: What? It can be quite believable if done well. But Tabby was a common nickname for the MMAD ship…
Remus: MMAD…Well, many of us at one point considered them…


“Get out now and stay out!” Minerva yelled.

“Yes Ma’am” He saluted, not before throwing the remaining water bombs into her face.

Minerva got up from the bed and went to bathe. It was Christmas again.
Sai: Yes, we know. Move on.

She could not help but feel a little glum.
Quatre: Aww…
Mac: Cheer up, emo professor.


Every year, most of the staff has some one to celebrate with. Severus had Rolanda,
Remus: Severus with…WHO?
Quatre: Who is Rolanda?
Mac: Madame Hooch. Quite funny as Severus went to his grave pining for Lily.
Erik: Or Hermione, if you’re Mackenzie.
Mac: I am going to regret my confession, aren’t I?
Jareth: Very much.


Poppy had Alastor,
Remus: Can’t see it.

and even Sybil found some one to spend the Christmas season with. However, she did not have any one she loved to spend it with.
Sai: We get it.
Erik: She’s alone.
Quatre: She’s miserable.

All: MOVE ON!

On the other hand, maybe she did, but Minerva was not sure if he would love her in return.
Jareth: ANGST! ASSUME THE POSITION!

If the truth was ever to be told, Minerva McGonagall is in love with Albus Dumbledore.
Mac: Oh, honey, that’s a lost cause.
Jareth: Isn’t he gay? And dead?
Remus: Technically, so am I. Dead, I mean, not gay.
Mac: Much to the dismay of the Puppy Lovers.
Remus: Oh boy.


Minerva sighed slightly as she made her way down to the Great Hall. As always, Albus held out her chair for her. Minerva wilted a little inside at the thought that he would never love a woman like her.
Sai: Just make that “a woman.”
Remus: He loved her, just not like that.


At that moment, post arrived, distracting her from her miserable thoughts. Minerva frowned as a large barn owl landed in front of her.
Quatre: See? Someone cares!

She took the parchment from the owl, gave owl some toast before it flew off. She looked curiously at the letter. There was no indication that it was from any one she knew.
Octavius: Ooh, someone has a secret admirer!

Pocketing it, she hurriedly finishes her breakfast before returning to her rooms to correct her fourth years’ homework.
Remus: McGonagall would not mope around. She’d go and find a party to go to. She’d throw herself a party. She would not just go correct homework on Christmas!

After she finished correcting the fourth’s years’ work, Minerva opened the letter. To her surprise, it was a letter from the Headmaster.

Minerva,

Would you meet me at the greenhouse at eleven pm?
All: ELEVEN?
Sai: That’s an odd time.
Remus: And the greenhouse?


Albus.

Minerva frowned, puzzled. What event of importance would demand her to meet Albus late at night? Glancing at the clock, she was surprised that it was already 10.45.
Quatre: Good Jonas, how long does it take one to grade fourth year Transfiguration assignments?
Mac: Did she eat lunch? Dinner?
Remus: Plot convenience?
Erik: Most likely.


She put on a tartan dressing gown
Jareth: She is going to meet a man in her bathrobe? Odd.

and went down to meet Albus.

Albus strode around the greenhouse nervously. After Rolanda, Severus, Pomona and Alastor ambushed him on night and demanded that he tell Minerva how he felt about her or they would tell her themselves, he decided to tell Minerva how he felt.
Sai: Well…there goes the tension.
Erik: The story had tension?


At least he tried. Albus thought.

“Albus?” Minerva arrived, looking breathless.

Albus turned around.

“I have something to tell you, Minerva.”
Gertrude: Who is teaching these children how to format paragraphs?
Others: Merry Christmas, Gertrude!


“What is it, Albus?” Minerva asked anxiously.

“Iloveyoueversinceyourfirstyear.” He rushed out.
Remus: Albus, acting like Harry in his sixth year?
Mac: EWW!
Jareth: What?
Mac: Dumbledore and McGonagall are not the same age. In fact, he most likely was her professor at Hogwarts…
*All think then…*
All: EWW!


“What?!?” Minerva exclaimed.

“I know you are shocked-”

“-Albus, I love you too.”
*Remus is throwing up*
Erik: Talk about lack of chemistry.


“-even affronted by my actions. What?” Albus was shocked that Minerva returned his feelings.

“I love you, Albus.”

Surprised, Albus leaned down and kissed Minerva. Minerva responded passionately and before long, they were kissing.
Quatre: You mean, they weren’t before?
Mac: Remus, don’t hog the bags!


“How are we going to make this work, Albus?” Minerva asked softly.

“We will keep things quiet till Voldemort is defeated.” Albus replied quietly.
Sai (Dumbledore): And pray neither of us die. Especially me.

“Let’s go up to my rooms now.” With that, Albus carried Minerva up to his rooms, ignoring her sounds of protests.
Jareth: Odd phrasing for a woman being carried by the man she’s loved for so long.

This is the best Christmas ever, Minerva thought, before passion took over.
All: Please don’t describe it.

The end
All: Phew.
*Doors open and everyone runs out*


Voldemort met them, now dressed in red velvet robes. “Merry Christmas! That wasn’t so painful was it?” He ignored their looks of death. “I have a merry feast planned! To North Country! Sauron’s waiting.”

Voldemort left as Harry snuck in. “I come bringing some presents,” he said. Behind him, Tonks and Teddy entered the room. Remus nearly knocked everyone over in his rush to embrace his family. “Happy Christmas.”

“You too, Harry,” Remus replied.

Jareth cleared his throat. “I hate to interrupt a family reunion, but did Voldemort just say Sauron was throwing the party? Doesn’t that mean there will be a poker game?”

“You aren’t going to lose your shirt again at poker are you?” Mackenzie asked, chasing after Voldemort. “Someone grab the minis and let’s go after that dark lord!”

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When the deep purple heaven turns blue
And start to pray
As I pray each day
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I lie in the loneliness of evening
Looking out on a silver-flaked sea
And ask the moon
Oh how soon, how soon
Will my love come home to me"--"Loneliness of Evening," Cinderella


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