Amelia was exhausted. Most of the Order members had left long before she retired for the evening. Tonks, Remus and Harry all stayed behind the others, talking amongst themselves about Tonks' new baby, Teddy. Probably trying to change the subject away from the heavily depressing conversation before.
It made Amelia feel guilty that she didn't care about any of that. She knew her cousin only through letters, estranged from the rest of her family years ago, she enjoyed her solitude. She loved her cousin, but she couldn't possibly pack anymore emotion into her already cramped brain. Not tonight.
However brief of an explanation, they did tell her more about Severus Snape. He was not painted in the best light, but he was a key factor in the destruction of the darkest wizard of all time . Amelia soaked up as much information as she possibly could.
Crawling up the stairs a little after midnight, she pressed all of her weight into her bedroom door and fell face first onto the bed. Not caring to take off her clothes or shoes, her entire body sunk heavily into the thin mattress giving an audible sigh of relief. The room went dark and Amelia was fast asleep, her mind finally resting.
Amelia woke suddenly to a THUMP. It sounded like a dresser drawer being slammed closed. She cast a quick tempus. A glowing 2:34am appeared in front of her face. She yawned and groaned as her body resisted her attempts at moving. She was half hanging off the bed fully clothed.
Another loud THUMP made Amelia jump slightly. "ok I'm up now...dicks..." she whispered to herself. Sitting up on her bed and kicking off her shoes, she listened, trying to find the source of her aggravation.
"Why didn't you just talk to them about it!" A woman's voice whispered angrily. She didn't recognize the voice and wondered if it belonged to one of the young women at the meeting.
Amelias interest was peaked. 'Tell us about what?' She moved her head closer to the wall listening closely.
"Gin, we were already bombarding the meeting with stressful topics. I didn't think it was the best time!" That was definitely Harrys voice.
"Not the best time!? Harry we don't have time to waste on this!" She sounded angry.
They must not be accustomed to having guests in the house because they weren't being very considerate. The walls were paper thin after all. That made Amelia feel even more uncomfortable and unwelcome. She laid her head back down on her pillow and stared at the ceiling listening to the arguing pair.
She couldn't hear what Harry had said next, his voice much lower than the woman's. The only thing Amelia could make out was a few small whispers of comfort and then silence. Amelia closed her eyes again, more questions jumping around her. She paid them no mind and she drifted off once again.
Somewhere far away from where Amelia slept, Severus Snape sat with his feet resting on his coffee table. He too was currently listening to a couple shouting at one another. He closed his eyes and blocked out the sounds of crying babies and car alarms. The busy streets filled with sirens and flashing lights.
This cacophony of endless noise and over stimulation was what Severus thought hell was like. He scrunched up his face in concentration, trying to dampen the chaos.
Whiskey swirled in his glass as he raised it to his lips, relishing the burn as he held the amber liquid on his tongue before swollowing it slowly. Each sip making his head heavier, warming his aching body and numbing his overworked mind.
He sighed loudly and stretched further in his chair, his back cracked satisfyingly, letting his mind go blank. Just as he closed his eyes, images of the war, his past, his guilt seeped into his psyche. The invasive thoughts bled into his consciousness like black ink on parchment, leaving behind an ugly stain that can never be lifted.
Severus quickly poured himself another glass of whiskey, this time filling it almost to the top. He chugged it back and rested his head in his hands for a moment. Breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth.
After a moment the sudden tightness in his chest began to ease off. His muscles relaxed further and his mind turned over to a much more relaxing subject.
He allowed himself to indulge in the thoughts of Miss Hardings legs wrapped around his torso as he slammed into her hard enough to leave a bruising. It had been far too long for him, and he deserved a pass on this.
His body began to react to the thoughts of her panting and whimpering under him. His pants became tighter as he started to swell. He moaned but his brain wouldn't allow him to move his arms, too inebriated to take care of his situation.
Within a few minutes of fantasizing over a student, a full grown adult student mind you, he had succumbed to sleep. His last thoughts were of her moaning his name and shattering around him.