Just a little something to help me start writing again, been seeing a lot of Snape related things now around his birthday so this came to mind while looking at some pics.
And the mask came down.
His breathing was ragged, a small fog forming and disappearing in front of the cloak hood with each gasp. The cold misty air around him seeping into his clothes with each second he stood there, and yet, it was unfelt by the lone dark figure of the night. Nothing could make him colder than he already felt inside. Nothing could make him number than the knowledge that he already possessed. Not the cold, not the mist nor the night.
She was dead.
But it wasn't just her. Even though he never liked him, even though he took her away, he never wanted this. In the darkest hours of the night he'd thought about it, fantasized about it, how sweet it would be to exact his revenge on the man who tormented him for so many years. But he'd never do it, because she loved him. And he loved her so much that he'd give her anything she ever wanted, even if it was a life with another man.
But she was gone now.
Words. It was what they both had loved. He could sit for hours reading everything he got his hands on, it didn't matter what. He just liked the flow of words, the enchanting melody of them when put together thoughtfully. And she had written poetry. Innocent and childlike and yet the most beautiful thing she had ever shared with him. But in the end, it had been words that ended her life. Just a few words, overheard and passed on to another. And that innocent, sweet life was taken away. Two lives, the boy had survived.
And while Death Eaters across the country were grieving in secret while trying to salvage their lives, while wizards and witches celebrated the dark lords down fall, he stood alone. Grieving a much bigger loss.
She was dead, and it was all his fault.
The black cloak swirled around him, the white mask fell from his hand. Shattering on the cold hard stone. And just before he fell into the darkness of unconsciousness grey-blue eyes gazed into his cold black ones.
And the castle and it´s master gave him sanctuary.