In his usual reserved manner, Lucius took his cane and sat down in front of the fireplace. They were alone in the small lounge, the fire burned brightly, warm and crackling. The rest of the room was dark. Lucius did not have candles lit.
"I have no idea what you want!" snapped Severus, more aggressively than intended. But he was tired and exhausted.
"Just don't attract attention and then you will not make mistakes… It would be best if you did NOTHING at all!"
Lucius snickered dryly. Maliciously.
"Of course, Severus. Of course. YOU are now the Dark Lord's right hand man, YOU do not have to worry… YOU are the one who purrs in his ears…"
"If I wasn't good at purring, I wouldn't be alive!" Snape hissed. "And now be still!"
Reluctantly, Lucius allowed his old friend to bend over him and cast a healing charm on his face.
"You eye will still be swollen, I cannot fix that," Snape explained coolly and touched the swelling. Lucius flinched in pain. Severus lowered his hand, stood back up and looked down onto the man.
"Where else?"
He didn't look up, but instead stared at Severus' white sleeves, at his hands, at the ONE hand with the wand.
"My… legs. I think I sprained my knee."
Without hesitation, Severus kneeled down and cast more charms.
"Better?"
"Yes. Thank you."
Severus only wanted to look up quickly, but his eyes were suddenly glued to the face of his friend. It was lit up by the fire. He saw deep wrinkles that hadn't been there BEFORE. He looked grey and much, much older. And he didn't laugh anymore as he had done BEFORE. Severus studied the face he'd known for thirty years, almost his entire life while Lucius stared dreamily into the flames. Then he seemed to notice that Severus was quiet, not murmuring anything and looked down at him.
This story is completed and continued here. Written by the wonderful Lady Kerima, translated from German by me. Any mistakes, please PM me, thank you.
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