Disclaimer: H. P. is not my property, if it were Snape wouldn't have died and he would have moved on, like a normal person. For "The If You Dare Challenge" and the "Snakes and Ladders Challenge".
Prompt: I Live to Tell (#226)
Secrets of a Bitter Squib
The castle was in ruins. The dead were laid out along the length of the Great Hall. The injured were either in the Hospital Wing, or transported to St. Mungos.
Argus, standing with his broom and Mrs. Norris at his side, was one of those counted amongst the living.
He hadn't really taken a part of the battle. As a squib, there wasn't much that he could do.
However, as he took stock of the wreck left in the wake of battle, he found himself amazed that he'd not been a casualty. That by some stroke of luck, he and Mrs. Norris were safe and unharmed while so many children...
It was no secret, he disliked children. He took a certain degree of pleasure in their punishment because some of them were such little shits.
But the reality was, he didn't delight in their torture. And he certainly didn't want them to die.
No, he had no affection for any children, and to a degree it was due to the bitterness of his condition, but that didn't mean it didn't weight on him that so many of the young had fallen and he...
He was left, to clean up the pieces.
-FIN-
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