Mini fanfic for alisanne.
This is a double first for me.
1) it's the first time I've ever posted a Harry Potter fanfic. (well maybe not entirely true... years ago I did a Snupin comic story... but I would say this is the first time I've purposely written a stand alone fanfic... does that make any sense??)
2) this is my first Snarry. (okay I did draw one picture that I guess could be considered a Snarry but it was of Harry beating the crap out of Snape... I don't think that really counts...)
Back to the task at hand:
Yesterday from this post I made alisanne asked for "Snarry, prompt Sunday dinner" and here's 523 words to fulfil that request.
~~Sunday, May 2, 2004~~
The unusually cool spring made Severus annual trip to Le Vecchie Mura in San Gimignano a pleasant one.
It had been six years since the death of Voldemort and even though he would avoid the township on the weekends - especially Sundays - because of the tourists, he would not miss his reservation. As a precaution he did make it an hour later than normal to make sure all the tour buses would be long gone. Not that May was a particularly busy time, but there was no point in taking a chance.
To remind himself that he was live he always walked the ten kilometres from his remote villa in the Tuscany hills to the township. This year he was thankful for warmth that the scarf he wore around his neck to hide the scar from Nagini. No magic, no potion could remove. Not that he tried to hard to get rid of it. That scar made him feel closer to Harry. Now. he too had a permanent reminder of the day that he faced Voldemort and he to had lived. However, it had to be his secret that he’d survived.
Besides the death of the bastard Voldemort, only thing he treasured from that day was the moment he shared his memories with Harry. For one brief second he saw true love in those green eyes. The same love he remembered from his youth when Lily would take his hand; before Hogwarts; before the Sorting Hat; before he had failed her. The only reason he saved his life was to deny Voldemort yet another death because of his youthful mistake. He would live for Lily; for Dumbledore; and for that secret place in his heart - Harry.
He arrived at the restaurant five minutes before 8:00 but he knew the table would be ready, the reservation was more for him than the need to save a seat. Or rather two seats. He always asked for a table for two even though he ate alone each time. Somehow the empty seat help remind him of that perfect moment, that moment he didn’t deserve but had been graciously given to him. That sea of green love.
“Buona sera.”
“Buona sera, signore. Your party is waiting for you.”
A cold bead of sweat snaked its way down Severus’ neck. His one fear was about to come true; a bored or overly ambitious Auror has found him. His first impulse was to run, but he’d run for too long.
“Is something wrong, signore?”
Severus shakes his head and gives the waiter a weak smile. “No, just a little tired.”
The waiter lead the way to the back corner of the restaurant. Severus kept his eyes closed and simply followed the sound the man’s footsteps to his table. He wanted to cherish these last few second of anonymity, to steel himself for the enviable loss of his moment - through the needed trial, the countless interviews, the… He opened his eyes as they turned the corner and his mouth fell open.
“Snape, you’re right own time.”
The only word he could struggle out as he fell into his chair was, “Potter.”
EDIT: okay... wow I really haven't posted any fan stuff for a long time... totally forgot the protocol...
Title: Sunday, May 2, 2004
Author: xterm
Rating: G
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Snape and Harry
Word Count: 523
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
1) it's the first time I've ever posted a Harry Potter fanfic. (well maybe not entirely true... years ago I did a Snupin comic story... but I would say this is the first time I've purposely written a stand alone fanfic... does that make any sense??)
2) this is my first Snarry. (okay I did draw one picture that I guess could be considered a Snarry but it was of Harry beating the crap out of Snape... I don't think that really counts...)
Back to the task at hand:
Yesterday from this post I made alisanne asked for "Snarry, prompt Sunday dinner" and here's 523 words to fulfil that request.
~~Sunday, May 2, 2004~~
The unusually cool spring made Severus annual trip to Le Vecchie Mura in San Gimignano a pleasant one.
It had been six years since the death of Voldemort and even though he would avoid the township on the weekends - especially Sundays - because of the tourists, he would not miss his reservation. As a precaution he did make it an hour later than normal to make sure all the tour buses would be long gone. Not that May was a particularly busy time, but there was no point in taking a chance.
To remind himself that he was live he always walked the ten kilometres from his remote villa in the Tuscany hills to the township. This year he was thankful for warmth that the scarf he wore around his neck to hide the scar from Nagini. No magic, no potion could remove. Not that he tried to hard to get rid of it. That scar made him feel closer to Harry. Now. he too had a permanent reminder of the day that he faced Voldemort and he to had lived. However, it had to be his secret that he’d survived.
Besides the death of the bastard Voldemort, only thing he treasured from that day was the moment he shared his memories with Harry. For one brief second he saw true love in those green eyes. The same love he remembered from his youth when Lily would take his hand; before Hogwarts; before the Sorting Hat; before he had failed her. The only reason he saved his life was to deny Voldemort yet another death because of his youthful mistake. He would live for Lily; for Dumbledore; and for that secret place in his heart - Harry.
He arrived at the restaurant five minutes before 8:00 but he knew the table would be ready, the reservation was more for him than the need to save a seat. Or rather two seats. He always asked for a table for two even though he ate alone each time. Somehow the empty seat help remind him of that perfect moment, that moment he didn’t deserve but had been graciously given to him. That sea of green love.
“Buona sera.”
“Buona sera, signore. Your party is waiting for you.”
A cold bead of sweat snaked its way down Severus’ neck. His one fear was about to come true; a bored or overly ambitious Auror has found him. His first impulse was to run, but he’d run for too long.
“Is something wrong, signore?”
Severus shakes his head and gives the waiter a weak smile. “No, just a little tired.”
The waiter lead the way to the back corner of the restaurant. Severus kept his eyes closed and simply followed the sound the man’s footsteps to his table. He wanted to cherish these last few second of anonymity, to steel himself for the enviable loss of his moment - through the needed trial, the countless interviews, the… He opened his eyes as they turned the corner and his mouth fell open.
“Snape, you’re right own time.”
The only word he could struggle out as he fell into his chair was, “Potter.”
EDIT: okay... wow I really haven't posted any fan stuff for a long time... totally forgot the protocol...
Title: Sunday, May 2, 2004
Author: xterm
Rating: G
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Snape and Harry
Word Count: 523
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.