To Light -- 1 - 5 / 25
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starduchessTitle: To Light -- parts 1 through 5
Author: starduchess
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Word Count: 100 each
Rating: G - for now
Prompts: owl post, snow-covered sign, holiday wreath, gothic archway, chestnuts roasting
Warning: slight angst
Author's Notes: I'm using Slynthidor100's prompts, but this is Snarry.
Summary: Harry is looking to buy an owl for Teddy, when he stumbles upon an alive, but still injured, Snape.
Harry wandered down the streets of Diagon Alley, taking in the changes and the similarities to what he’d known. It’d been years since he’d walked this street, years since he’d left the Wizarding World, and he felt a bit awkward coming back.
He passed by the owl post and it gave him an idea of what to get his godson, Teddy, for Yule. The boy was ten now, going on eleven, so he would be off to Hogwarts next year. An owl familiar was just what he would need.
Turning around, Harry made his way to the magical animals emporium.
---
The sign over the emporium was covered in snow, but he still recognized the shop with all its various species for sale. He searched through the owls, but he wasn’t drawn to any of them.
“Can I help you find something?”
Harry looked over at the middle-aged shopkeeper, who’d come up beside him. She seemed open and friendly, and he prayed for zero recognition. “I was looking at purchasing an owl for my godson, but none of these feel right.”
“Ah, familiars are particular like that. I can give you my supplier and he’ll have lots more to choose from.”
---
Harry apparated to the shopkeeper’s given coordinates. The land was rocky around a small stone cottage, he noted, as he walked up to its door. Admiring the Christmas wreath, he knocked and waited patiently.
A large, burly man answered. “Can I help ya?”
“Hallo, I wanted to buy an owl for my godson, but none of the ones at the emporium felt right. She sent me here.”
The man smiled. “Oh, right she is! Let’s go see.” He led Harry to the barn out back. Dozens of owls flew or perched around them. “Sev’rus! We gonna set up a customer.”
---
A figure appeared at the gothic archway that was the southern opening. He moved with caution and hesitancy, taking a tentative step into the room, careful of the enormous dark owl perched on his arm. His form was hunched and thin and his head hung down, allowing for the lanky, black hair to obscure his face. But there was no hiding that prominent nose.
Harry stared dumbfounded at Severus Snape, the man who had died in his arms and still haunted his nightmares.
“What are the circumstances?” Snape asked, in a tone that sounded gravelly and painful, like crunching glass.
---
“Young lad here wanted an owl, but none felt right at the shop. Theresa sent him here.” The man turned to Harry and said, “Tell us about it all.”
The two stood waiting for Harry, but all Harry could do was stare at Snape. How was this possible? Snape was dead! This couldn’t be him!
Snape lost his patience. “Speak up, boy. None of us have all day.”
Boy? Did Snape not recognize him?
The other man chuckled. “Got him all tongue-tied there, Sev’rus! Let me fetch some chestnuts and cider. The boy looks famished and ready to keel over.”
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Author: starduchess
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Word Count: 100 each
Rating: G - for now
Prompts: owl post, snow-covered sign, holiday wreath, gothic archway, chestnuts roasting
Warning: slight angst
Author's Notes: I'm using Slynthidor100's prompts, but this is Snarry.
Summary: Harry is looking to buy an owl for Teddy, when he stumbles upon an alive, but still injured, Snape.
Harry wandered down the streets of Diagon Alley, taking in the changes and the similarities to what he’d known. It’d been years since he’d walked this street, years since he’d left the Wizarding World, and he felt a bit awkward coming back.
He passed by the owl post and it gave him an idea of what to get his godson, Teddy, for Yule. The boy was ten now, going on eleven, so he would be off to Hogwarts next year. An owl familiar was just what he would need.
Turning around, Harry made his way to the magical animals emporium.
---
The sign over the emporium was covered in snow, but he still recognized the shop with all its various species for sale. He searched through the owls, but he wasn’t drawn to any of them.
“Can I help you find something?”
Harry looked over at the middle-aged shopkeeper, who’d come up beside him. She seemed open and friendly, and he prayed for zero recognition. “I was looking at purchasing an owl for my godson, but none of these feel right.”
“Ah, familiars are particular like that. I can give you my supplier and he’ll have lots more to choose from.”
---
Harry apparated to the shopkeeper’s given coordinates. The land was rocky around a small stone cottage, he noted, as he walked up to its door. Admiring the Christmas wreath, he knocked and waited patiently.
A large, burly man answered. “Can I help ya?”
“Hallo, I wanted to buy an owl for my godson, but none of the ones at the emporium felt right. She sent me here.”
The man smiled. “Oh, right she is! Let’s go see.” He led Harry to the barn out back. Dozens of owls flew or perched around them. “Sev’rus! We gonna set up a customer.”
---
A figure appeared at the gothic archway that was the southern opening. He moved with caution and hesitancy, taking a tentative step into the room, careful of the enormous dark owl perched on his arm. His form was hunched and thin and his head hung down, allowing for the lanky, black hair to obscure his face. But there was no hiding that prominent nose.
Harry stared dumbfounded at Severus Snape, the man who had died in his arms and still haunted his nightmares.
“What are the circumstances?” Snape asked, in a tone that sounded gravelly and painful, like crunching glass.
---
“Young lad here wanted an owl, but none felt right at the shop. Theresa sent him here.” The man turned to Harry and said, “Tell us about it all.”
The two stood waiting for Harry, but all Harry could do was stare at Snape. How was this possible? Snape was dead! This couldn’t be him!
Snape lost his patience. “Speak up, boy. None of us have all day.”
Boy? Did Snape not recognize him?
The other man chuckled. “Got him all tongue-tied there, Sev’rus! Let me fetch some chestnuts and cider. The boy looks famished and ready to keel over.”
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