Title: Difference
Pairing: light Harry/Snape
A/N: Well I haven't posted in while being busy and brain washed—luckily I found a little something to slap down in ink
Cheers
Teagan
He looked at me and I tried to look brave. But I looked anything but brave. He knew I was going to try and say something to make the situation somehow seem okay. But either way you looked at it, it wasn't a good place to stand. But there we were anyways.
He looked like he always had. Strong, angry-unconcerned. But I knew perfectly well he cared. Somehow I knew he did. Even if he would never say it, never speak it aloud I knew he cared.
But instead of saying anything I stepped forward and grasped his hand in mine and shook it. His eyes flashed a surprised look at me before he turned his face back to its plain emotionless state.
I was going to go to war and he would remain here watching over Hogwarts and the injured patients. I knew he wouldn't go any where near anyone. He would stay in the empty dungeons working on potions for the ill and dieing.
But even that was helping the wizards and witches. Though Snape would deny it until the day he died.
And as I walked away I thought for a moment he would stop me and say something. Maybe he would kiss me, or ask me why I thought I could make a difference even though no one else had yet. But then again, it didn't really matter if I would make a difference, it mattered more whether or not I was brave enough to go out and try too.
-Fin-