The Colour of Time
Title: The Colour of Time
Team Name: Spy for the Silver Masks
Word Count: 2x100
Rating: all ages
Challenge: Grey night shirt
Characters: Hermione, Margot, Severus implied
Disclaimer: I am making no profit. Any characters or settings recognizable from the Harry Potter series belong to J.K. Rowling. The rest is mine.
A/N:I borrowed the "Margot" name from bluestocking79 wonderful "Daddy's Girl": http://community.livejournal.com/grangersnape100/997025.html#cutid1. It sounded just perfect for the Snapes' little girl. I guess we can speak now about a "Margot universe!"
Hermione sat by her daughter’s cot.
“Shall we try Babbity Rabbit & Her Cackling Stump?”
“No! Please, mummy. The Prince.”
Hermione sighed. Margot wanted the same tale, night after night.
The book opened by itself at “The Colour of Time,” and Hermione began.
Margot listened with rapt attention, thumb in mouth and black eyes glittering.
« And then... » Hermione paused for effect.
That was the passage Margot loved best. If Hermione read it just so, her daughter would go to sleep almost instantly. If not, she’d have to read again and again, until the little imp would be satisfied.
~*~*~*~*~
“And then Death offered to the Prince an Invisibility Cloak, but Time offered him a cloak the colour of fleeting clouds, the colour of a snake’s trail, the colour of ashes and memory, the colour of dreams. The Prince chose the cloak of Time. From the moment he put it on, everyone saw in him only what they desired to see. Very few ever saw his true colours.”
“That’s just like Daddy’s grey nightshirt!” cried her daughter.
Hermione breathed. She’d done it right.
“Yes, my dear.”
She bent to kiss the white forehead, but the child was already fast asleep.
Team Name: Spy for the Silver Masks
Word Count: 2x100
Rating: all ages
Challenge: Grey night shirt
Characters: Hermione, Margot, Severus implied
Disclaimer: I am making no profit. Any characters or settings recognizable from the Harry Potter series belong to J.K. Rowling. The rest is mine.
A/N:I borrowed the "Margot" name from bluestocking79 wonderful "Daddy's Girl": http://community.livejournal.com/grangersnape100/997025.html#cutid1. It sounded just perfect for the Snapes' little girl. I guess we can speak now about a "Margot universe!"
Hermione sat by her daughter’s cot.
“Shall we try Babbity Rabbit & Her Cackling Stump?”
“No! Please, mummy. The Prince.”
Hermione sighed. Margot wanted the same tale, night after night.
The book opened by itself at “The Colour of Time,” and Hermione began.
Margot listened with rapt attention, thumb in mouth and black eyes glittering.
« And then... » Hermione paused for effect.
That was the passage Margot loved best. If Hermione read it just so, her daughter would go to sleep almost instantly. If not, she’d have to read again and again, until the little imp would be satisfied.
~*~*~*~*~
“And then Death offered to the Prince an Invisibility Cloak, but Time offered him a cloak the colour of fleeting clouds, the colour of a snake’s trail, the colour of ashes and memory, the colour of dreams. The Prince chose the cloak of Time. From the moment he put it on, everyone saw in him only what they desired to see. Very few ever saw his true colours.”
“That’s just like Daddy’s grey nightshirt!” cried her daughter.
Hermione breathed. She’d done it right.
“Yes, my dear.”
She bent to kiss the white forehead, but the child was already fast asleep.