something i wrote awhile ago, stumbled across while erasing stuff. short short pov on severus, hope you enjoy.
A full moon half hidden by clouds floats in the sky above me. I sit with my head bowed on the cold stone steps of Hogwarts, my lank greasy hair hides my face from anyone watching me.
I am not a monster
The words echo in my head and yet it's hard for me to believe them. I try and have failed so many times.
Drowning in my dark robes, I am the black bat of Hogwarts. I sit alone and will die alone.
Failure is something that I do not accept willingly and yet when it comes to myself, I have failed so many times. My penance for being a Death Eater is playing the role of double spy for both the Light and Dark side. Where has that gotten me?
Tired of living, having to maintain appearances to both sides, I've experienced more than wizards twice my age. Fought in two wars, seen people I care about die, though I'd be loathe to admit it. What does that make me? A monster?
I wish not and yet to everyone that knows me, they would say yes. My one last wish is to find someone to tell me I am not a monster. But that doesn't seem to be happening ever and here I sit alone on these dark cold stone steps.
could this be a lead-in to a hermione/snape story, or should it just be a one-shot? Let me know.