Daybreak in Dungeons
Lady Agatha
Disclaimer: Snape is not mine; he's J K Rowling's.
I know this is incredibly short. I don't know if it's that good, but it just toppled out of me. It's a Severus one-shot.
Comments please.
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Dawn poured into the dim dungeon, over dusty potion bottles and wide-open books, empty frames and sleeping portraits. The brick wall embraced the heat, shedding its frost. Patterns to delight the mind of a child appeared on walls opposite chandeliers; light falling so softly it seemed silk hanging in air.
A fully-grown man lay sprawled on the ground, at the foot of a bed, wand nearby, a hand's reach away. His robes were ruffled but his hair as dank and greasy as ever. Daybreak crept over his pale face softly caressing him. Little crystal forms of brooms and landscapes glittered. The man lay still, asleep, head lay on his curled arms, legs stuck out at odd angles. Naught but steady breathing was heard.
And a single footfall as an old man emerged from the hearth.
He looked upon the man laid on the floor, a smile playing at his lips. From past knowledge he knew the man was a light sleeper. His blue eyes sparkled behind the spectacles. He waved his wand and sent a dream into the sleeping man's thoughts. One peaceful night of sleep the man deserved.
He smiled again and took a step back into the glowing hearth.
The man on the floor moved slightly, a rarely seen smile at his lips.
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Lady Agatha