Halloween Treat from Snax0
Author: snax0
Title: Something Wicked This Way Comes
Characters: Severus Snape, Eileen Prince.
Rating: PG-15.
Warnings: Vague references to domestic/family violence, dark magic rituals.
Summary: Strange, strange happenings, down by Spinner’s End.
Notes: Many thanks to for the beta!
The riverbed glistens in the night, his mother a silhouette against the moon’s reflection. Severus watches, eyes wide and curious, with knees drawn to his chest.
He wakes at the witching hour, to Eileen’s frail frame bent over his bed. “Follow me,” she orders, voice like smoke.
He goes instinctively.
Six black candles stand steeped in mud, wicks lit by magic. They cast shadows across Eileen’s face and turn her pale skin saturated, deep orange making her appear less than human. In the half-dark, Severus watches as she completes the circle with an ancient, rusted athame, a lock of his father’s hair, and a smoking goblet filled with mead dark as blood.
“Where are we going?” Severus tries, stumbling in his effort to match his mother’s pace.
His only answer is silence.
Magic, old and ominous, falls from Eileen’s lips like prayer. The book in her hand is leather-bound, tattered; Severus recognises it as one of the tomes he isn’t allowed to touch. Dark magic, his mother had warned him once. Dangerous…
“What was that?” he asks, after.
Eileen cups his cheek, her touch like ice. “We’ll be safe now,” is all she says, bony fingers brushing over bruised skin.
Title: Something Wicked This Way Comes
Characters: Severus Snape, Eileen Prince.
Rating: PG-15.
Warnings: Vague references to domestic/family violence, dark magic rituals.
Summary: Strange, strange happenings, down by Spinner’s End.
Notes: Many thanks to for the beta!
The riverbed glistens in the night, his mother a silhouette against the moon’s reflection. Severus watches, eyes wide and curious, with knees drawn to his chest.
He wakes at the witching hour, to Eileen’s frail frame bent over his bed. “Follow me,” she orders, voice like smoke.
He goes instinctively.
Six black candles stand steeped in mud, wicks lit by magic. They cast shadows across Eileen’s face and turn her pale skin saturated, deep orange making her appear less than human. In the half-dark, Severus watches as she completes the circle with an ancient, rusted athame, a lock of his father’s hair, and a smoking goblet filled with mead dark as blood.
“Where are we going?” Severus tries, stumbling in his effort to match his mother’s pace.
His only answer is silence.
Magic, old and ominous, falls from Eileen’s lips like prayer. The book in her hand is leather-bound, tattered; Severus recognises it as one of the tomes he isn’t allowed to touch. Dark magic, his mother had warned him once. Dangerous…
“What was that?” he asks, after.
Eileen cups his cheek, her touch like ice. “We’ll be safe now,” is all she says, bony fingers brushing over bruised skin.