AN: Brittle was written and published in November of '06 in response to the "Runaway" challenge in the grangersnape100 LJ community. Thanks, as usual, to Ariadne AWS for beta, encouragement and good friendship.
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Brittle
She stared into near darkness, her hand gripping a brittle doorway.
"Severus..."
The desolate whisper of a robe's hem across stone.
A dismal fire flared, bleeding somber warmth into the room.
Hermione nervously pulled at a wooden strand, twisting it until it was free.
"They're coming. We've got to go."
Her words drifted, a cold sound in the air.
The sound of wool catching on wood. "We?"
Her voice was strained, a near silent prayer, "Yes. Now."
His warm breath felt like home against her throat. The touch of his hand a reserved confirmation.
"I thought you had forgotten."
"Never."