Author's Note: Okay, as far as I know this is one of the first post-Deathly Hallows fics on Woo! I finished the book about an hour ago and wanted to get something out before other people started coming out with stuff. I know this is just a oneshot, but I will have more new HP stuff coming soon.

Also, I PROMISE to update my other fics... eventually.

The Boring Life of Severus Snape

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Severus Snape was a very bored man.

Most of the other previous headmasters had left their portrait in the office to visit some of there other portraits, where there was more action. Severus Snape, however, was hardly famous enough to have another portrait. He had one portrait, one place to be, and one place he was sick of. He glance around at all the other portraits, a few sleeping, others just gone. He sighed. What a terrible life.

And yet, he accomplished what he wanted to accomplish: protecting Harry Potter, preserving the life of Lily that shined in his identical green eyes. That had been his goal, ever since he realized the terrible deed he had done so many years ago. He wanted to at least do everything he could for the son of the woman he loved. Yet he despised Harry, for looking and acting so much like father—the hair, the personality, the exceptional flying skills. However, he always seemed to find weakness in those bright green eyes, constantly being reminded of Lily—her red hair, her dazzling smile, her kind heart. It pained him when he thought about what he had done. It had been the worst mistake of his life.

Though he knew, just knew, that the Potters' forgave him, for everything he had done to atone for his sins. Even though he would carry the guild in his heart forever, he knew that Lily, even James and Harry, forgave him.

Death… it was depressing, or at least being here was.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Severus Snape was a very bored man.

Oops, did I say that already? Must have forgotten since Severus Snape was so bored.

Severus Snape had nothing to do. Couldn't he have a book or something painted into the portrait?

Severus Snape vaguely wanted some chicken. Mmm… chicken.

Suddenly the portrait to his left came to life. Dumbledore had finally returned from wherever it was he went. "Oh, hello Severus. Good morning."

"Not really," he said slowly, staring off into distant space. He lifted his right index finger and looked at it, as if it was about to transform or something. He then turned it horizontally and began to wave it around like a plane.

"NYERRRRRMMMM!" He began to make air plane noises with his mouth, making his fingers fly around the frame.

Hey, it was something to do.

I mean, come on. Severus Snape was very, very bored. Indeed.