Disclaimer: I ain't got nothing and they've taken that away too! (Dylan Moran)
Black-Eyed Boy
Chapter 1: Old wounds
The Dark Mark under the long sleeves of his robe hurt like hell, but it was nothing compared to the pain and fear he felt inside. After everything, Tom felt quite comfortable to call him back, as though nothing had happened between them.
'Well, I suppose to him nothing did happen.'
Severus punched the wall in an attempt to push back the tears, or at least give them a different reason to be.
Over the past fourteen years it had become easier. Not exactly simple, but at least he didn't picture him every time he saw the scar on Harry's forehead. He doubted the boy knew that the scar was a constant reminder not only to him.
He sat in the dark as the reunion between Tom and his followers proceeded, wanting to join them and see the subtle looks of affection he used to catch at past meetings, when no one was looking, but scared that all he would see would be the look of disdain and dismissal he favoured everybody else who meant nothing to him.