prompt #737: Snape's Kiss: Welcome Back
Title: Welcome Back
Author: janus
Characters: Severus Snape, Antonin Dolohov, Rabastan Lestrange
Rating: G
Challenge: prompt #373: "Snape's Kiss"
Word Count: 200
Warnings: None
Severus was at Hogwarts when the prisoners were liberated. He had neither broken nor named names like Karkaroff. But he had allowed himself to be saved. Though his acts had never been less than the others', he had been free.
He wanted to be at the Manor, which had still been his adoptive home when they had been taken. He wanted to see them. But he had a tricky job to do and subterfuge to maintain.
And he was afraid his guilt would utterly consume him like a fire.
Eventually he was finally able to leave his post. He dressed carefully, though not ostentatiously. He wanted to be... gentle. And humble before those who had endured what he should have shared.
He had left Rabastan drained and shrunken on the cold stone bench of a hard icy cell. Rabastan had always been a reassuring bulwark against whatever ills had befallen Severus' boyhood. How could he look into his eyes without shame?
But Antonin met him first, carrying an unruly owl. "Our young comrade." Taking Severus' hand, he turned it and kissed it delicately. "With odeur d'aconit."
It would be all right. He could help them now. And here came Rabastan.
first posted to my dreamwidth account.
Author: janus
Characters: Severus Snape, Antonin Dolohov, Rabastan Lestrange
Rating: G
Challenge: prompt #373: "Snape's Kiss"
Word Count: 200
Warnings: None
Severus was at Hogwarts when the prisoners were liberated. He had neither broken nor named names like Karkaroff. But he had allowed himself to be saved. Though his acts had never been less than the others', he had been free.
He wanted to be at the Manor, which had still been his adoptive home when they had been taken. He wanted to see them. But he had a tricky job to do and subterfuge to maintain.
And he was afraid his guilt would utterly consume him like a fire.
Eventually he was finally able to leave his post. He dressed carefully, though not ostentatiously. He wanted to be... gentle. And humble before those who had endured what he should have shared.
He had left Rabastan drained and shrunken on the cold stone bench of a hard icy cell. Rabastan had always been a reassuring bulwark against whatever ills had befallen Severus' boyhood. How could he look into his eyes without shame?
But Antonin met him first, carrying an unruly owl. "Our young comrade." Taking Severus' hand, he turned it and kissed it delicately. "With odeur d'aconit."
It would be all right. He could help them now. And here came Rabastan.
first posted to my dreamwidth account.