Hogwarts is Done To Me

by Lady Heliotrope

Severus reflects on the demise of his relationship with the place he's called home for nearly his whole life. Post book 7? Short poem.

Hogwarts is done to me.
Granted it was the only place
I have ever known the happiness
Of basking in the sun
With grace and joy in my heart,
But it is too the place
Of loneliness and grief
And joyless drudge
That have poisoned me slowly
And made my heart limp and weak.

Hogwarts is done to me.
A thousand times
Have I seen this day before,
Rushing in front of my eyes
As I peer over the balcony
Into the gloom of a sunny day
That accompanied the backdrop
Of my life, my love, my unhappiness.

Hogwarts is done to me.
I never will again know the feeling
Of silky linen sheets washed by houselves
Or the flavor of fresh-made pumpkin juice in the morning
That was the sole sustenance
For the stomach made queasy by adrenaline
Churned by watching death all night.

Hogwarts is done to me,
My home, only of habit
And a lack of faith
That anywhere else would
Happily call itself my home.
It was a bad habit,
One that sustained my darker ones.
I never grew out of my adolescence there.

Hogwarts is done to me,
And now all I have left
Is a broken body,
A broken soul,
And the fresh twin spirits of
Adventure and change
To guide me to a new home.