A/N: I do not own Harry Potter
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Assignment #5
Task #1 – Van Gogh's Starry Night: Write a fic set at night
word count: 363
He watched him sleep, tucked soundly into his cradle. He was wrapped in a red and gold quilt. He wondered who had made it for him. The night made it easy for him to hide, he blended into the shadows well. It was a talent he'd developed during the war that he'd continued to cultivate. He heard a sound coming from the open window and quickly ducked away.
"She's still asleep. See, nothing to worry about. You must have heard the wind." His heart froze at her voice. Even now he wanted to...he wasn't sure what. She had chosen someone else. The baby sneezed startling the pair inside. He watched from the shadows as they fussed over him. He wondered what it would have been like if she'd chosen him, would he be in there, holding a sniffling little boy with her eyes? They left the nursery taking the baby with them. He sighed and retreated back. It would do no good to dwell on her now. He strolled from the house, making sure he was far enough away no one would hear him apparate. He didn't dare think of what she would do if she'd found out he'd been spying. A sound caught his ear and he paused, sliding back into the darkness a bit. They had a visitor, he glared as a short man knocked on their door. He recognized that silohette! He blinked in shock. No, it couldn't be, could it? Even though they all wore robes and maskes, he recognized him now, a death eater in her house! He had to do something. He drew his wand and before either of them had a chance to open the door, he'd stunned the visitor. He leaned back against a tree trunk, watching to see what they did. She screamed in shock, but her voice reached a fever pitch when she saw the mark on the guest's arm.
"One rat exposed," he whispered knowing Dumbledore would be pounding on his door soon enough demanding answers. Severus took one last look at the Potter's home and apparated back to his deciding to claim he knew nothing about the events of this night.