Death Eaters on the Dance Floor

The beat pulsed through the open door as the well built bouncer held out his hand.

"Hey, buddy, name please," He said to the tall man in strange clothing and sleek black hair. That man happened to be wearing a cloak and robes, and didn't really need to give his name, but he obliged anyway.

"Severus Snape," He said, and stepped forward to look into the club. He flicked his wand from under his robes and his name appeared on the list.

"Ahh, here you are. Go 'head in." The bouncer reached over and undid the velvet rope blocking Snape from his beloved dance floor. He strode in and moved through the crowded room. He walked over to the DJ and held out some of the muggle money he had 'found'.

"Play the deepest house/trance beat you have," He said, and the DJ gladly obliged, for being handed a hundred dollar bill makes just about anyone do what you want them to. That and the Imperious curse, but Snape was not going to risk the Dark Lord finding out about his secret interests.

The beat slowed and the synths began to swirl in Snape's head. He went out to the dance floor and began to move in rhythm. He started to lose himself to the outside world, and all of the sorrows of his life began to wash away. Now losing Lily didn't seem so bad. He felt as if the only thing that mattered was the music.

He danced for a few minutes or a few hours. In the heat of the dance floor, time turns differently. The beat moved him to it's will until a woman moved him in the other direction. She began to dance on him as he tried to move away, but she was relentless. Finally he had to push her off.

"I'm sorry, but my heart belongs to another," He said in his coldest voice, which he used on a daily basis with his students. The woman stormed off in a huff and went to find another man to dance against.

Thoughts of Lily returned to him slowly as the night wore on. Her face appeared in his mind when the beat pulsed through his head. Memories of their fight that day rang through his thoughts. Soon he could no longer hear the music. He pushed his way off of the floor and into the ally behind the club. He leaned against the ally wall as a sense of hopelessness overcame him. He fell to his knees and buried his face in his hands.

And he wept. He wept deeply and fully, the sense of despair gripped him and threatened to drag him under. He stayed there for a long time.

The sun rose and Snape squinted in the light. He had fallen asleep in the ally. He wiped his face and found that his tears had dried on. Using a spell to clean himself, he got up and apparated back to Hogsmead.

He went back to Hogwarts before anyone arose and started to set up for his potions class, wiping one last tear from his eye.