To Light -- 11 - 15 / 25
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starduchessTitle: To Light -- parts 11 through 15
Author: starduchess
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Word Count: 100 each
Rating: G - for now
Prompts: black and white wolves, hot chocolate, shelves of boxes, poinsettia flowers, red and green peppermint and raspberry cocktail drinks on silver platter
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.
“Oh, my god, Professor, what happened?”
Snape scowled and turned away. “Nothing that would concern the Chosen One, I assure you.”
“Now, Sev’rus--”
“You great git! Would it hurt you to know that people care about you? I looked for your body after the final battle, but it was gone!” Harry’s eyes flashed with anger, not that Snape could see them.
“And I should have stayed gone! Now, leave!”
“NO!” shouted Harry, frightening the two wolves that had been hovering on the edge of the property. One light, one dark, just like the two halves of Snape’s soul, he thought.
---
The burly man stepped between them. “There be no need fightin’ at Christmas. Let’s go inside and work this out.”
He placed his hand on Snape’s shoulder. Snape drooped a little in defeat before letting the burly man guide him to the door. Harry followed right after.
Once ensconced in a breakfast nook with cups of hot chocolate, Harry faced Severus. “Please, Professor, how did you survive? I felt you die in my arms.”
Snape was reluctant, but he finally muttered, “That was a ruse, Potter. I needed you to take my memories and leave. To go seek your destiny.”
---
Harry looked sad at this. “I’ve always felt bad about that, how I just left you there. And afterward your body was gone. What did you use to survive?”
Snape took a swallow of hot chocolate to soothe his gravelly throat before answering. “Anti-venin, dittany, blood-replenisher. I portkeyed to my safehouse, landing in a room filled with boxes of potions and ingredients.”
Harry studied Snape. It was unnerving how his eyes didn’t roam while he talked. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Snape looked pained. “The anti-venin was not a complete success.”
Epiphany dawned. “Your blindness.”
“And my loss of coordination.”
---
“Ay, he was a right mess, weren’t ya? said the burly man. “Been bleedin’ all down his front, he was, just as bright red as that poinsettia plant when my wife found ‘im. She was visitin’ her cousin tailor who lived next door and heard all the ruckus from Sev’rus’ place. Somethin’ smashed I think it was.”
Snape frowned in disgust. “My glass cauldron.” It didn’t even take Harry’s limited intelligence to guess how much that must have pained him.
“My wife brought ‘im back here and we nursed ‘im. Later we found he had an aptitude with the owls.”
---
“That’s quite a career change,” Harry said. “How did that come about?”
Snape sneered. “Think, Potter. Potions is a delicate subject around dangerous materials. I wouldn't be able--”
“I get that; I meant about the owl training.”
“One day Sev’rus was sittin’ and starts chirpin’. Craziest thing I ever saw, they flocked right to his window. We got ‘im workin’ for us after that, right, dear?”
A plump woman holding a silver platter walked into the kitchen. “That’s right. He’s good, too. Want to take a raspberry and show the lad?” She held out some raspberries for Severus to take.
--
Author: starduchess
Pairing: Snape/Harry
Word Count: 100 each
Rating: G - for now
Prompts: black and white wolves, hot chocolate, shelves of boxes, poinsettia flowers, red and green peppermint and raspberry cocktail drinks on silver platter
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.
“Oh, my god, Professor, what happened?”
Snape scowled and turned away. “Nothing that would concern the Chosen One, I assure you.”
“Now, Sev’rus--”
“You great git! Would it hurt you to know that people care about you? I looked for your body after the final battle, but it was gone!” Harry’s eyes flashed with anger, not that Snape could see them.
“And I should have stayed gone! Now, leave!”
“NO!” shouted Harry, frightening the two wolves that had been hovering on the edge of the property. One light, one dark, just like the two halves of Snape’s soul, he thought.
---
The burly man stepped between them. “There be no need fightin’ at Christmas. Let’s go inside and work this out.”
He placed his hand on Snape’s shoulder. Snape drooped a little in defeat before letting the burly man guide him to the door. Harry followed right after.
Once ensconced in a breakfast nook with cups of hot chocolate, Harry faced Severus. “Please, Professor, how did you survive? I felt you die in my arms.”
Snape was reluctant, but he finally muttered, “That was a ruse, Potter. I needed you to take my memories and leave. To go seek your destiny.”
---
Harry looked sad at this. “I’ve always felt bad about that, how I just left you there. And afterward your body was gone. What did you use to survive?”
Snape took a swallow of hot chocolate to soothe his gravelly throat before answering. “Anti-venin, dittany, blood-replenisher. I portkeyed to my safehouse, landing in a room filled with boxes of potions and ingredients.”
Harry studied Snape. It was unnerving how his eyes didn’t roam while he talked. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Snape looked pained. “The anti-venin was not a complete success.”
Epiphany dawned. “Your blindness.”
“And my loss of coordination.”
---
“Ay, he was a right mess, weren’t ya? said the burly man. “Been bleedin’ all down his front, he was, just as bright red as that poinsettia plant when my wife found ‘im. She was visitin’ her cousin tailor who lived next door and heard all the ruckus from Sev’rus’ place. Somethin’ smashed I think it was.”
Snape frowned in disgust. “My glass cauldron.” It didn’t even take Harry’s limited intelligence to guess how much that must have pained him.
“My wife brought ‘im back here and we nursed ‘im. Later we found he had an aptitude with the owls.”
---
“That’s quite a career change,” Harry said. “How did that come about?”
Snape sneered. “Think, Potter. Potions is a delicate subject around dangerous materials. I wouldn't be able--”
“I get that; I meant about the owl training.”
“One day Sev’rus was sittin’ and starts chirpin’. Craziest thing I ever saw, they flocked right to his window. We got ‘im workin’ for us after that, right, dear?”
A plump woman holding a silver platter walked into the kitchen. “That’s right. He’s good, too. Want to take a raspberry and show the lad?” She held out some raspberries for Severus to take.
--