He hates it down here, and yet he stays. Even when he has no class, he stays. For he knows he's safe here, hidden in the shadows.
Don't ask him how he knows this, though.
He knows Dumbledore will stay by his side, defending him until the very end, and he understands that this is where he's meant to be, isolated from all the other teachers who clearly display their allegiance in this war.
But not him.
The cool air is refreshing, calming even, to him. He belongs in this dark room - a fact he has come to grasp over time.
For it's so like him.
Him - the self proclaimed spy. He who is so good at acting that those fools do not know what is coming, what he is destined to do - for one cannot fight fate.
The Headmaster has done so much for him, and yet...and yet...
And so he isolates himself from them all, postponing the deed he knows he must do, thinking that if he can just stay down here, that everything will work out.
After all, he belongs in these dungeons. Him - the nefarious Death Eater.
Severus Snape hates the darkness.
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This, obviously, is a look at Snape's mind before the events of HBP. I've always had a nagging feeling that Snape hated what he did (but I always viewed it as something he had to do and that was planned beforehand) and that he hates who he's become - the Death Eater.
Drabble Prompt: The Dungeon(s)
Required Length: 200 words
(I hit that exactly in Microsoft Word, but I know that won't show up correctly here.)