To those of you who commented, thanks! I really appreciate it.

Tona-Babino you guessed right on the mark. It would have been funny as Draco, too bad I didn't think of that… I got the idea for this while listening to the "Condensed Version of a Christmas Carol" on the local radio. It was the story shortened to five minutes.

Excessivelyperky- Does that mean if Snape is nice to Harry I can't spit on him anymore??? Aw…

Just joking.

Well just before Christmas here comes the final part. Merry Christmas to everyone!!!

Snape woke suddenly, as though from a nightmare. He was shocked to find himself back in his bed, when a moment ago he had been standing out in a cemetery with Voldemort.

Had it all been a dream? Or was it a real Christmas miracle?

"Of course not!" he thought, chastising himself, "Not every dream means something. A bunch of Christmas ghosts, come to help me? Bah!"

He rose out of bed, and then noticed for the first time what he was wearing.

It was the sparkly purple cloak.

So it hadn't been a dream! All of the ghost… they were really there!

Snape ran out of the room, still dressed in the same cloak, and up the stairs, ignoring the shocked looks of Slytherins he passed by.

In the Great Hall a few students were sitting about, but Snape had eyes only for the Christmas decorations.

"Ah! So it is still Christmas! I hadn't missed it at all!"

A few students turned to look at him at his outburst, but Snape was already out of the Hall and running up flights of stairs.

On his way up he crashed into Professor McGonagall.

"Severus," She said coldly, and then noticed what he was wearing. She pressed a hand to her mouth, as if holding in a laugh, nodded curtly and walked away.

"Merry Christmas Minerva!" Snape shouted after her, "And thank you for the improvements to my cloak! It's much livelier now, isn't it?"

He paused at every window, just to look at the snow outside. He wasn't even sure where he was heading or what he was going to do today; Snape just wanted to enjoy every minute of it.

After all, Christmas only comes once a year.

"Potter!" He exclaimed, remembering that he was supposed to meet with Harry for detention sometime today.

The Boy-Who-Was-Previously-Mentioned was sitting in Snape's office, wondering if he could just leave if Snape never showed up. He had gotten an owl from Ron this morning, something about Lupin acting very strangely, and Harry was really upset that he was missing out on all the fun.

So far, Harry's Christmas had been terrible. Not only were all of his friends gone, and he had a detention with Snape to look forward to, but none of his friends had gotten him the new wand he wanted for Christmas. Not that there was anything wrong with his old wand, but the one he had seen fired curses at random, and was guaranteed to injure any opponent without any help from the wand-holder.

But Hermione thought it sounded very dangerous.

"You'll shoot your eye out, Harry!"

She had convinced, or threatened, all of Harry's other friends not to get it for him either. So Harry wasn't really surprised that there was no wand under the tree this morning. But still what would he do without an entirely pointless and potentially lethal wand?

Snape came bursting into the room, saw Harry, and scowled at him harder and fiercer than ever before. But if Harry did not know Snape, he would have said that the corners of his mouth were turning up in a smile.

"Mr. Potter, you are here early…"

Harry knew better than to disagree, but he silently wished he had the entirely pointless and potentially lethal wand right now to use on Snape.

Snape sat on the desk across from Harry, glaring at him silently for a few minutes.

"Your detention today is to go through all the rubbish in this bag."

Snape threw a large sack on the table.

Harry reached for it, fearing what he would find inside.

However, when he opened the sack he only found a small package, marked 'Harry Potter'.

"Sir…"

"Well, open it, Mr. Potter. Quickly now, or I will scowl to an even further intensity."

Harry ripped the paper off the package carefully, afraid of what he might find. Inside was the entirely pointless and potentially lethal wand of Harry's dreams.

"Now, I am ordering you to take that wand and all of your other Christmas presents and go immediately to the Burrow. I've arranged transportation from Hogsmeade to pick you up within the hour."

"Sir…" Harry said, completely confused.

"Go on, Harry, you wouldn't want to be late! Oh, and Merry Christmas!"

Harry didn't need to be told twice. Wait until Ron, Fred, and George saw him with this wand!

Snape leaned back in his chair, wondering how further to spread Christmas cheer today. Dumbledore always said he needed some new socks… And Voldemort was especially Grinchy this time of year. If anyone needed Christmas cheer, it was him…

Harry Potter, who did not die, was heard to say later that day, "Ah! I shot my eye out!"