Severus Snape curled up on the floor, head to his knees. The tip of his wand glowed brightly on the ground. He was in his place, his secret chamber, behind a statue on the second floor. It didn't really go anywhere; Severus suspected it was a forgotten storage room. But this didn't matter now. All he cared about was escaping…
He lay shivering on the sandy floor, thin body wracked with dry sobs. Here… safe… he could finally be safe… A blessed numbness overtook his body as the pain subsided and sleep came.