Pairing: SeverusMinerva (platonic)
Prompt: 763. Snow White
Word count: 343
Snow White
He remembered that old fairytale Lily had told him about – Snow White. The girl had lived with a group of dwarves, had cared for them and they her, then someone else had come along. They had been jealous, they had been cruel, and Snow White had paid the price.
Severus Snape considered himself to be Snow White, minus the living with dwarves and the whole kiss from Prince Charming thing to wake her. He was Snow White, the Dark Lord was the evil witch who had poisoned her and Minerva was the life she had escaped.
They had been friends once – companions at the school. There wasn't much in Minerva that he could fault. She was talented, strict, and one of the best witches he had ever had the pleasure to meet. They had spent afternoons in the staffroom in pleasant conversation.
But as the Dark Lord grew stronger, their friendship grew weaker. She suspected him; he saw it in her eyes. He had been with them once before and she thought he had returned (which he had, in a way).
That life of Snow White was getting further and further away the deeper he reached into the world of the Dark Lord.
And then it had happened. The Dark Lord became jealous of the power he thought he possessed (but didn't). He had used his snake – the poison apple – to end him. He had succeeded.
Now Severus waited alone for that someone to come and wake him up. He didn't want a kiss, or true love, he wanted a friend.
He wanted someone to come to him and tell him they forgave him. He wanted her to be the one. He wanted it to be her, because he felt she was the one he owed the greatest explanation to. In the dark, dark life that he had led, she had been one of the few lights to brighten it up.
He would wait for as long as it would take for her to come.
After all, how long did Snow White wait?
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