I don't own HP or any of its character and not making any money. It makes the reading better if you listen to Otio montage and One Angel's Hands by Mark Salona because I imagined playing these pieces. Enjoy!

Severus couldn't handle the dunderheads that were surrounding him anymore and needed to blow off some steam. He was tried of dealing with Harry Potter and the golden nugget trio, Dumbledor's squeakie peacocks group, and Voldemort's insane dealings. This was what his life was leading to these days and there was no one to blame but himself. He was the one that brought this lonely life to where it was today.

There were only a few things that could get his mind off his lonely life stress ridden life and that was brewing and playing the piano. The brewing idea didn't sound as inviting. Severus needed something to express emotions now.

He was never really good at expressing what he was feeling. As a young boy after his mother died, his father beat him if he ever cried, being too loud, whenever he felt like it. So as a result, Severus always kept his shield up but found an outlet and that was through playing the piano.

It was a hidden secret that he kept close to his heart. No one knew of this talent, not his snakelings, and definitely not his colleagues. They wouldn't believe him anyways because he was a Deatheater and his fellow "acquaintances" didn't care either way.

After doing his rounds of the school, Severus slowly headed down into the darken stairway toward the dungeons. He finally came to a corridor that very few were brave enough to venture into. Further his walked till he came to an empty canvas fame and walked though. This was where he kept his most precious possession.

The baby grand piano was black with just a hint of dark green tint to it. The keys were white as fresh fallen snow with a small bench underneath it.

"It has been awhile since I've had a chance to play you hasn't it?" mumbled Severus. He knew there would be no answer but asked anyway.

Severus took off his coat and hung it on a hook near the door then rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. He pulled out the bench and took a seat on the cool leather cushioned bench. There he stretched his fingers by doing some scales and other small pieces that warmed and loosened them.

He stopped for a moment and took a deep breath, relaxing his mind. He just let his mind go and started playing; he let his finger flow over the keys, letting them play whatever they wanted.

A low melody started playing and wandered around the room slowly taking shape. It picked up speed a little in some places with an almost hopeful tone and some places it went to a somewhat heartbreaking tone.

His long fingers moving over the keys with grace and expertise that had only came with practice and time. His eyes were closed and only letting his ear listen to the music. A light swaying motion from him was the only movement from him other than his fingers.

This went on for quite a while, then out of an trance like state Severus stopped playing. He looked around and noticed that his back slightly hurt and his fingers were tired but his head was clear. The stress was gone from his shoulders. He got up and pulled the cover over the keys. After buttoning up his coat, he walked back to his chambers but not before making another round around the school.

I know its really short but I just needed to write a story with Severus playing that piano. I also imagined that this talent was a kept hidden. I'm a mediocre pianist so I like this idea so please review and let me know what you think. ;-P