FIC: That one special night
Gift for: notearchiver
Title: That one special night
Character: Severus Snape
Rating: PG-13
Summary: On Halloween, the Death Eaters are walking through the streets of London.
Notes: Dear notearchiver, I hope I did your prompt justice - somehow angst did not want to come to the party, but I hope it turned out to be atmospheric and possibly a little ambiguous. Without further ado, enjoy!
Alternate links: @ HP_Halloween community, @FFN
That Halloween night was dark, darker than he remembered October nights being. They always met at this time of year, always, without fail, that one special night ghosts and ghouls and ghastly creatures of any sort were free to run the streets - not only of wizarding villages, no, but of Muggle towns and even London.
Severus pulled his robes closer. Somehow, being evil had seemed easier once when he hadn't been walking down Portobello road for all and sundry to see. He glanced at the others. Behind their masks, he knew they wore proud smiles and glittering eyes. They could celebrate out in the open, albeit among giggling schoolchildren and scantily-clad housewives. Once in a while, one of his companions would flick his wand and a child would break his nose, a skirt would blow up, a fight would start. Some of them disappeared into dark corners with strangers.
Severus smirked.
Church bells chimed, as if trying to break through the grey haze that had settled on the street. They would not succeed, not tonight. Tonight, black robes and masks blended in with monsters and mermaids and myriads of shady onlookers.
His robes a whisper behind him, Severus walked.
Title: That one special night
Character: Severus Snape
Rating: PG-13
Summary: On Halloween, the Death Eaters are walking through the streets of London.
Notes: Dear notearchiver, I hope I did your prompt justice - somehow angst did not want to come to the party, but I hope it turned out to be atmospheric and possibly a little ambiguous. Without further ado, enjoy!
Alternate links: @ HP_Halloween community, @FFN
That Halloween night was dark, darker than he remembered October nights being. They always met at this time of year, always, without fail, that one special night ghosts and ghouls and ghastly creatures of any sort were free to run the streets - not only of wizarding villages, no, but of Muggle towns and even London.
Severus pulled his robes closer. Somehow, being evil had seemed easier once when he hadn't been walking down Portobello road for all and sundry to see. He glanced at the others. Behind their masks, he knew they wore proud smiles and glittering eyes. They could celebrate out in the open, albeit among giggling schoolchildren and scantily-clad housewives. Once in a while, one of his companions would flick his wand and a child would break his nose, a skirt would blow up, a fight would start. Some of them disappeared into dark corners with strangers.
Severus smirked.
Church bells chimed, as if trying to break through the grey haze that had settled on the street. They would not succeed, not tonight. Tonight, black robes and masks blended in with monsters and mermaids and myriads of shady onlookers.
His robes a whisper behind him, Severus walked.