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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. ;-)

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Blue:

"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?"

Wrong:

"Neville must have added fresh salamander scales instead of dried -- look out, it's going to blow!"

Pain:

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.

Life:

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.

Light:

As the last drop was absorbed, the air around Snape began to shimmer, bathing him in an eldritch glow.

Breath:

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.

Flame:

The witchfire flared and vanished, leaving behind no trace of Severus Snape but a scorched and smoking long black cloak.

Celebration:

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.

Death:

Harry swallowed the potion Poppy gave him, wishing it were a vial of poison and not merely Draught of Living Death.

Dream:

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."

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