Drabble: The Power of Wishes
Title: The Power of Wishes
Author: Patolozka
Beta-read: Accioslash
Word Count: 218
Challenge: Written for adventdrabbles prompt 7: The Spirit of Yule and for snarry100 prompt 401: Let it snow
Rating(s): M
Disclamer: Don't own the characters. No profit is being made from this story.
Summary: When Harry Potter makes a wish...
A/N: I was in nostalgic mood even if I don´t know why...
ooOoo
"Let it snow,“ Harry whispered to the night, sitting by the window. “Let it snow. Please, please, let it snow,” he repeated like a prayer. “Let it...”
“Harry, what are you doing here? You´ll catch a cold...” Severus called somnolently as he peeked into the kitchen.
The younger man turned his head, eyes huge as a plate, startled. “Severus, I only... I...” He didn´t know what to say. It was silly, it was childish and mad. He shook his head, feeling humbled.
The older wizard crossed the space between them and lifted up Harry´s chin. His black eyes showed only concern, attachment and love. “There is nothing to hide, Harry, nothing to be ashamed of between us, remember?”
Harry gulped hard. “Sorry...” he said quietly.
“And nothing to apologize for,” Severus added patiently. Then he dropped down to Harry´s level and sat on the couch by his side. “What are you doing here?”
The younger man smiled a bit, tears were shining in green eyes. Severus hoped it wasn´t because of sadness or grief, he hoped it was an emotion caused by the Yule.
“I was only wishing for snow...” he answered.
Severus took him to his arms, his face resting against his lover´s hair. “Then let it snow...” he whispered and the first flake fell from heaven.
Author: Patolozka
Beta-read: Accioslash
Word Count: 218
Challenge: Written for adventdrabbles prompt 7: The Spirit of Yule and for snarry100 prompt 401: Let it snow
Rating(s): M
Disclamer: Don't own the characters. No profit is being made from this story.
Summary: When Harry Potter makes a wish...
A/N: I was in nostalgic mood even if I don´t know why...
ooOoo
"Let it snow,“ Harry whispered to the night, sitting by the window. “Let it snow. Please, please, let it snow,” he repeated like a prayer. “Let it...”
“Harry, what are you doing here? You´ll catch a cold...” Severus called somnolently as he peeked into the kitchen.
The younger man turned his head, eyes huge as a plate, startled. “Severus, I only... I...” He didn´t know what to say. It was silly, it was childish and mad. He shook his head, feeling humbled.
The older wizard crossed the space between them and lifted up Harry´s chin. His black eyes showed only concern, attachment and love. “There is nothing to hide, Harry, nothing to be ashamed of between us, remember?”
Harry gulped hard. “Sorry...” he said quietly.
“And nothing to apologize for,” Severus added patiently. Then he dropped down to Harry´s level and sat on the couch by his side. “What are you doing here?”
The younger man smiled a bit, tears were shining in green eyes. Severus hoped it wasn´t because of sadness or grief, he hoped it was an emotion caused by the Yule.
“I was only wishing for snow...” he answered.
Severus took him to his arms, his face resting against his lover´s hair. “Then let it snow...” he whispered and the first flake fell from heaven.