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Prompt: (object) Quill and Ink Pot
Word count: 325
Albus clutched the ink pot in his hand and with his other hand, he took the quill from his desk. It was time for him to write this letter. He had postponed it far too long.
Severus believed Albus didn't care about him as a person, but rather the loyal spy. Only that wasn't true at all. Albus loved Severus like a son, the son he never had. He hadn't felt so close to James and the other Gryffindors. But Severus didn't believe him.
And now, having asked Severus to kill him, he was never going to believe it. After all, how can you ask your son to kill you?
It was wrong. And yet, it was the only way.
Tears streamed down Albus' face. His only consolation was that he didn't leave Severus all alone. Hermione would take good care of him. He still remembered her coming to him with a golden package in her hands, with the pretext of giving him a birthday present; they also had to talk. Albus didn't know whether to be hurt or offended that his staff had accepted the reason (she had come into the staff room) and left. His birthday had been a few months prior!
She had given him the very same quill he now held in his hands and the very same ink pot he had put on the desk a few minutes prior. That had happened over a year ago. She had came and confessed her love for Severus and asked him not to interfere if Severus felt the same way.
Safe to say, Albus hadn't interfered. He had always thought that Severus needed someone. And if someone was Miss Granger, then so be it. He had wrote her a letter too, but a short one, in which he invited her to his office and some other things.
Albus couldn't leave without saying goodbye properly to the brightest witch of his last school generation.