I do not own either the song or the characters used in this story. Thanks to Marillion and Rowling for letting us play in their worlds. This is a songfic, although you don't need to know the music to understand the storyline.
Marillion Psuedo Silk Kimono
Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono wearing bracelets of smoke, naked of understanding. Nicotine smears, long, long dried tears, invisible tears. Safe in my own words, learning from my own words, Cruel joke, cruel joke.
Huddled in the safety of a pseudo silk kimono A morning mare rides, in the starless shutters of my eyes. The spirit of a misplaced childhood is rising to speak his mind, To this orphan of heartbreak, disillusioned and scarred, A refugee, refugee.
Huddled in the safety of his dungeon lair, Severus sat in the darkened rooms, long after the night had swept in and brushed away the day without a second thought. Smoke swirled in from under the door of his private lab, where many cauldrons lay smouldering on the flames. The smoke seemed to gather around the Potions Master; caressing his body with its intoxicating touch.
A silent tear rolled softly down his face, drying slowly on his cheek as he tried to forget the bitter memories of his childhood. His black robes surrounded him in mystery, and even to this day he is mocked for his appearance and demeanour by naive people, naked of understanding. Severus closed his eyes in the haunted remembrance of harsh laughter and cruel jokes.
Void of emotion, his eyes battled against the weariness that had crept up on him so many years ago. The spirit of his childhood rose up within him; bitterness and hatred fuelling the rage deep inside. With the memory of misplaced dreams and broken hope, Severus threw his head back and howled. The sound echoed through the empty room, resonating off his heartbreak as heavy tears fell freely from his eyes.
Curling up into the chairs, Severus fell into an uneasy sleep, where he remained until daybreak. Disillusioned and scarred; a refugee in a foreign land.