Summary: A random two drabble set. Dark, as always.
Disclaimer: It all belongs to JKR.
AN: An eternal debt of gratitude to my beta, AriadneAWS. May her quill always be sharp, even if she cannot currently find it in the sea of boxes.
Gone
Harry looked down at the table. Staring in a daze, he recounted the previous night.
The heavy warmth rapidly crushed by a cold steel rain - how they had only a fraction before the forest was shredded in a torrent of white fire, the night burned alive, shadows bursting into light, revealing a silken black sky, and they were hopelessly surrounded. That they had fought anyway, blinded, outnumbered, faltering only when one had fallen and a cataclysm of magic overwhelmed the rest, all culminating in a confusion of shouts, curses, and blood-red hail.
He tiredly looked up again.
"She's gone."
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He watched a single branch reaching, scratching desperately at the moon. Others snapped clean in the dark, the sound falling deep.
Another wisp whipped around, the cold trailing behind as voices to the north rose, their urgency unmistakable.
Soon.
Severus closed his eyes, breath held short every time his thoughts arrived at the same end.
There was no alternative.
Fingers working deep into a tree's bark, he watched for movement and listened to the wind.
Dropping his gaze, his hand stilled.
The moon went black, and Hermione stirred in her sleep, her hand reaching for a wand that wasn't there.