|snakeysnape (snakeysnape) wrote,|
@ 2008-02-19 14:57:00
|Current music:||Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head.|
1 Sentence Fic: Snarry 100
Got bitten by the 1-sentence challenge bug that's going round, so I signed up to do a Snarry in one hundred sentences. Here's the first ten. Don't worry, there may be some angst but I don't do death fics. Or if I do, they don't stay dead. ;-)
"If brewed correctly, your potion should be the exact color of a robin's egg at this ... Mister Potter, what is that orange sludge doing in your cauldron?"
"Neville must have added fresh salamander scales instead of dried -- look out, it's going to blow!"
How odd that it doesn't hurt, Severus thought, as he was suddenly covered from head to toe in the bubbling hot slime that was the latest Longbottom-Potter potions disaster.
In fact, he realized, watching the goop slowly dissolve into his skin, not only did it not burn, but he never felt better in his entire life.
As the last drop was absorbed, the air around Snape began to shimmer, bathing him in an eldritch glow.
Harry's chest tightened, a sob caught in his throat at the sight of his professor (and secret crush!) in what could only be mortal peril ... all because of him.
The witchfire flared and vanished, leaving behind no trace of Severus Snape but a scorched and smoking long black cloak.
That evening the Gryffindors threw the mother of all parties to celebrate the vanquishing of the horrible greasy git who'd made their lives pure hell these past seven years.
Harry swallowed the potion Poppy gave him, wishing it were a vial of poison and not merely Draught of Living Death.
His last clear thought before sleep overtook him was "Please don't let him be gone, God, please let this be nothing but another bad dream."