AN:Okay, guys, as my Christmas present to you all I am getting my Fanfiction account caught up with my Wattpad account. Most of these are tiny drabbles, but I thought you might enjoy none the less!
Okay, so this is a little thing inspired by my own temperature-challenged body. It's a little thought drabble that I had to write.
Yes, this is Severus who is thinking, writing, all this. No, I do not know who his warmth is. All Sev says is that he is there at Hogwarts and it's about four years after the end of the war. I didn't exactly have anyone in mind, and that is on purpose. It could be anyone from Lupin to Neville for all I know.
So yeah. I just had to write this. Enjoy!
~Kiro
I am cold. Even when I am sweating, buried in blankets and a fire is roaring in the grate, I am cold. I cover myself, wearing layer upon layer, trying to shake the cold. First comes shirt and trousers, then in winter a sweater, then my fully buttoned teaching robes, then my cloak. Always.
This unnatural chill clings to my bones, hides just beneath my skin. No layers can crush it, no warming charm can banish it, no fire can chase it away. I know what it is, I know why it's there. I know the antidote, and I know why the cold is not ever going to go away.
At least- that is what I thought. I have lived for forty two years with this never-ending cold. It went away from time to time, a temporary treatment during my school days. Lily could make the cold to away. But then she went away, and having felt that warmth only made it worse when the cold came back again.
But now- now another warmth has come. Sometimes, it chases the cold away. It wasn't always that way- no, let me rephrase that. It wasn't always warmth with him. Sometimes it was so much it burned. At the time, I thought that the cold had escalated so much that I was frost bitten. Now I know that it was the burning sensation when one comes into the warmth after too long in the cold.
Now, the burning sensation is mostly faded. Sometimes it still burns, but mostly it is a warmth that is almost pleasant. I no longer have to pile blankets on my bed and place a roaring fire in the grate. I no longer have to cover myself in thick layers so I do not shiver. Because now, I have warmth. I have its source in my bed, and by my side during meals, and on weekends and long hours grading papers. He is there when I need it, and even when I don't know that I do.
I am not cold any longer.
