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Chanukah story

I'm not sure I like this story, but it's the best I could manage. I think an essay is called for.
Harry Potter Severus Snape. G

Note to museclio -you can claim this as your b'day story, but I'd be happy to write you another one.

25th DAy

He took the thing out of his trunk - the same trunk his mother had packed it in all those years ago, while his father was out. The brass branches were slightly out of true, and the larger one in the center was bent, and there were dents and scratches all over it. It was, in fact, not beautiful, but beauty, as Snape knew well, was meaningless.

Twenty-five days since the second New Moon after Halloween. This was the formula his mother had told him. She said there were calendars around that would tell them the exact date each year. She said they'd also, possibly, tell him the proper way of doing this. She didn't remember, though. Grindelwald had killed her family, but she'd been taken for a Muggle child and transported with other small children who were fleeing a different monster.

She told him the story - how a witch found her among the other children, and asked her if she were a pureblood. She was, of course, in both ways, and she'd said so. "I am the daughter of Miriam and David Ha-Levi, of the wizarding community in Berlin," she'd said. "I am Elisheva."

But Elizabeth was taken to a Wizarding couple who raised her as their own, and she began to forget. So, when she received two OWLs in one day, she decided to go to Hogwarts as her foster parents wished. She would be out of place in the other one, she felt.

And every year, she counted from the second New Moon after Halloween and lit this thing, with her foster parents looking on. She sometimes mumbled words to herself, but the words disappeared. At Hogwarts, her housemates in Slytherin stared at her for being different, so she learned to light it in secret. Later, she married a older housemate who was proud of his lovely and ambitious wife, and she began her career in commercial potions. And then she had her son.

And when he was eight days old, she stole him away to Manchester and his father raged. And then he grew cold as the boy looked more like her than like him. Snape was like his father - cold or angry. His mother was warm and hot with temper, but she could not warm either husband or son.

And on that 25th day, Slytherin green and silver decorations filling the house and covering the tree, she'd summon her son and they'd light the battered old menorah. And when Snape got *his* two letters the summer he was eleven, his father ripped up the one that would have sent him to a faraway land. "You are my son. You are a British pureblood wizard and you will go to Hogwarts, with your own kind!"

His mother yelled at his father then, claiming, outrageously, that her ancestors and her son's had been wizards in the court of King Solomon, while his had been who knew where. And they would have dueled except she took her broom and she left. She'd only returned at the end of summer, to slip the menorah into his trunk and kiss him goodbye.

Later, he found the letter led to a pair of schools that moved when necessary, but were in Israel now - one for boys and one for girls, schools that wove magic around the religion like a snake, with holy legal works that not even the Jewish Muggles knew about. But by then, he was in Slytherin, where he belonged.

And on the twenty-fifth day past the second New Moon after Halloween, he set up the battered thing and lit candles all in a row, one more per day and the extra, until the dented branches were all filled. And sometimes he mumbled words, and sometimes he didn't. And he thought about his mother and all the things he didn't know.

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:) Thank you.


Bwahahahahaha -- I LOOOVE that icon!! XD XD XD

an essay, indeed. ellen_fremedon and i were talking this summer about the similarities between magic and religion; i wish i'd taken notes.

this was lovely.

There will be an essay, but I wanted something out there wasn't, you know. Tinsely.

Thank you.

Ooooh. This is really cool.

Yay. :-)

I'm glad you liked it. I wanted Snape to talk to Anthony Goldstein, but idiot man wouldn't talk to anyone at all.

Thank you.

oooh, this is lovely (and sad). I'd still love to read that essay, but you did a great job here!

Lovely icon!

There will be an essay.

Thank you!

wow. that's marvelous.

Thank you! It needed to be written, I guess.

That's sad and beautiful.

Thank you.

Sad and beautiful at the same time.

Thank you. I'll get to your story soonest.

this was amazing.
Wizarding conversos - it makes so much sense.
thank you for this.

I guess they were, in a way. I wasn't thinking along those lines, but now that you bring it up, I can see that.


Thank you.

The soul always knows... that was beautiful.

And Snape's is hungry.

Thank you.

Oooh, so interesting! :D

Thank you! I'm glad you found my journal and that you liked my story.

Very inriguing concept, very nicely played out.

Thank you. I'm glad you think so.

Yes! Fabulous! I love the idea that Jewish wizards are entitled to take their schooling in Israel. Fabulous. And this: "schools that wove magic around the religion like a snake, with holy legal works that not even the Jewish Muggles knew about", does this hint at a third Talmud? I've always said that there would have to be.

Seriously, this is fabulous. My marrano soul rejoices.

In Israel *now*. 60 years ago, it was in the US, and before that, it was in Poland, and it spent time in Spain and Italy and North Africa. It moves when necessary.

Not a full third Talmud, no, but several masechot that deal exclusively with magic. They also have a couple extra books of prophets and writings in their Tanach (although, of course, the Torah is the Torah, unchanging and inviolate.) There is also a chapter in the Shulchan Aruch that we don't have and they have their own commentators and works of halacha that deal with all the variously legalities of magic. And since this is vital stuff, it's taught to both the boys and the girls. They don't, however, have time for Quidditch.

Pretty icon.

I was linked here through a comment on fernwithy's journal. Just wanted to tell you that this was very well written, and really engaging. Precious little Jewish fic in the HP world, but it's such an interesting connection to play with, and so I wanted to thank you for writing this.

Thus far, the closest thing to a canonically Jewish character is Anthony Goldstein, and he's a cipher.

I'm very glad you liked this. Thank you.


That is all.


Hugs you.

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