Dumbledore's Familiar
My twist on a concept. A collection of drabbles.
This story is a tribute to the stunning 'Life Revisited' by skaterkep, a far better story than I could ever write – please have a look, her first-person narrative is phenomenal, and she also manages to keep Snape in character!
~ SS19
"When, Albus?" Pomfrey whispered.
"Childhood." Albus replied, kneeling down beside him, stroking his cheek carefully.
"How long for him?" Poppy continued, watching Albus and his kind ministrations to the pale skin.
"Since he returned. It cannot go on." Albus murmured, his fingers moving slightly lower, along the jawline.
"It cannot." Poppy agreed.
Albus hardly heard her. He was too busy wiping the gash in Severus' neck with his sleeve.
He did not clean the dried liquid from the corner of his own mouth, nor the tendril that stained his grey beard.
The tendril of red.