If

by Sectumsempra VII

Hmmm, this is kinda hard to describe.... It was just a scene that kept running through my head as I thought of how isolated Severus Snape must have felt as a student. A very short piece 149 words but complete.

Note: None of these characters belong to me, I'm just playing in JK Rowlings' toybox! I also make no cash whatsoever from these stories. Nope, not a penny! (Big surprise eh?)

If anyone had bothered to look, they would have seen the young boy stumbling along, grabbing on to the battlement walls, desperately trying to keep himself upright. They would have noticed the crimson drops of blood that fell from his robes, leaving a trail of tiny pink spots in the snow.

If they had looked a little closer, perhaps they would have seen the grimace of pain on the boys face as he pushed his stringy hair behind his ears. They would have seen the tears that left streaks on his dirt covered face.

If they had looked a little longer, they would have seen the boy finally give up his struggle and collapse in a sobbing heap, his raven coloured hair in stark contrast to the brilliant white of the snow.

But no-one looked, and no-one saw, because this was Severus Snape. And Severus Snape was always alone.