Disclaimer: I don't own the characters! The lovely JK Rowling has that privilege.
A/N: I wrote this for a challenge I put to myself (10 drabbles in 24 hours). Some will find their way to gs100 and some probably won't. This was from the prompt Fountain from Shal. Not beta'd, all mistakes are mine! This reminds me of my Grandpa-in-law. Alzheimer's is a horrible disease. Warning – sadness ahead.
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Fountain
She watched him stalking around the fountain feeding the birds with fistfuls of seed from his bag. His ever present sneer graced his face even though she could hear him talking sweetly to the pigeons he had come to know as friends.
Her heart longed for the man she had married. The brave, intelligent Potions Master who had so diligently worked at making the wizarding world safe and free of prejudice.
"Severus, my dear," she called, waving a wrinkled hand at her husband who could not recognize her face but found familiarity in her voice. "It's time to come home."