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starduchess) wrote2010-10-09 12:16 am
starduchess) wrote2010-10-09 12:16 am
Release to Freedom
Title: Release to Freedom
Rating: G
Word Count: 345
Warnings: none
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snape_ldws round 2 week 5 prompt: touch, his hands doing something; and for obviouslysnape challenge #1 - veritaserum
Cold. All he felt was bitter cold. At least the dementors were gone, no more draining of happy memories (not that he had any to start with), but the tiny cell was still slimy and damp.
They had taken him from there after an untold number of days and deposited him in a freezing metal chair in the middle of the trial chamber. He could feel the eyes of all upon him, trepidation clawing at his insides. His hands were chained to waist and feet, and he tried flexing them to regain circulation. What bothered him most, however, was the loss of his wand. They had confiscated it upon his arrest, and he felt quite naked without it.
The head of the Wizengamot opened the trial and an Auror medi-wizard administered the Veritaserum. Ironic that the very potion he had developed to rat out falsehoods would be the very item to condemn him this day.
"Did you willingly join He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"
"How many people did you torture?"
"Why did you kill Albus Dumbledore?"
"For what reason did you allow the Carrows to Crucio children?"
He answered question after question, some freely, others gritting his teeth and fighting with his whole will. Those were private, but it mattered not. Eventually, the fog in his mind and the compulsion to TELL pushed him into confessing. Everything came out. Based on his own actions, he wasn't sure what the outcome would be.
Witnesses testified, including Harry Potter. Snape wasn't sure if he was glad or annoyed and, much to his horror, stated both. Potter just chuckled.
After hours of pensieve viewing and deliberation, the Esteemed Wizards and Witches of Great Britain finally cast their verdict. The heavy manacles fell from wrist and ankle, and a clerk brought out a small rectangular box. Inside was his wand. As his fingers touched the wood, warmth invaded his hand, traveled up his arm and into his soul where he reconnected with his magic. His bony digits rubbed along the shaft's length, admiring the craftsmanship and the intense reality of freedom at last.
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Rating: G
Word Count: 345
Warnings: none
Written for
snape_ldws round 2 week 5 prompt: touch, his hands doing something; and for obviouslysnape challenge #1 - veritaserumCold. All he felt was bitter cold. At least the dementors were gone, no more draining of happy memories (not that he had any to start with), but the tiny cell was still slimy and damp.
They had taken him from there after an untold number of days and deposited him in a freezing metal chair in the middle of the trial chamber. He could feel the eyes of all upon him, trepidation clawing at his insides. His hands were chained to waist and feet, and he tried flexing them to regain circulation. What bothered him most, however, was the loss of his wand. They had confiscated it upon his arrest, and he felt quite naked without it.
The head of the Wizengamot opened the trial and an Auror medi-wizard administered the Veritaserum. Ironic that the very potion he had developed to rat out falsehoods would be the very item to condemn him this day.
"Did you willingly join He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"
"How many people did you torture?"
"Why did you kill Albus Dumbledore?"
"For what reason did you allow the Carrows to Crucio children?"
He answered question after question, some freely, others gritting his teeth and fighting with his whole will. Those were private, but it mattered not. Eventually, the fog in his mind and the compulsion to TELL pushed him into confessing. Everything came out. Based on his own actions, he wasn't sure what the outcome would be.
Witnesses testified, including Harry Potter. Snape wasn't sure if he was glad or annoyed and, much to his horror, stated both. Potter just chuckled.
After hours of pensieve viewing and deliberation, the Esteemed Wizards and Witches of Great Britain finally cast their verdict. The heavy manacles fell from wrist and ankle, and a clerk brought out a small rectangular box. Inside was his wand. As his fingers touched the wood, warmth invaded his hand, traveled up his arm and into his soul where he reconnected with his magic. His bony digits rubbed along the shaft's length, admiring the craftsmanship and the intense reality of freedom at last.
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