HP: Fingers
seriesharry•potter
disclaimer(c)•j•k•rowling
ratedPG
genreangst
warningsimplied•slash
words200
title F i n g e r s
bymewling
summary: drabble. Rosier waits for the aurors. So why not just play piano. [Snape/Rosier, BL]
notes: Since my love of Snape/Rosier comes entirely from
kay_taylor, is it any wonder that this basically forms a companion piece for her excellent Sunset Over Hidden Temple.
Your fingers are steady as they settle over the piano keys: long, thin, and pale. Pianist’s fingers, your mother had said, when she was alive and you were young.
The grand piano lies beneath the window in the moonlight, a regal affectation: you’ve only ever learnt one piece. All you ever needed to know, to keep up the image. A quiet tune, loud in the silence of two-in-the-morning.
First movement, and you wonder if Malfoy has betrayed Severus like he betrayed you. Wonder if he, too, sits cold somewhere waiting for the inevitable.
Second movement, you wonder if Severus had ever known, had ever even cared.
Third, and you play out the last bars to match the tell-tale knocking on your door.
Pick up your wand: long, thin and pale. Hands, steady, so steady.
And you walk to the door, wand raised. You won’t let them have you, won’t let them put you under veritaserum, won’t let them make you betray Severus. You won’t let them have him.
The door is blasted off its hinges.
You die with Severus on the back of your eyelids, and you don’t think he’ll ever know.
You know-
-You wonder-
-You wish-
Please, Severus.
disclaimer(c)•j•k•rowling
ratedPG
genreangst
warningsimplied•slash
words200
title F i n g e r s
bymewling
summary: drabble. Rosier waits for the aurors. So why not just play piano. [Snape/Rosier, BL]
notes: Since my love of Snape/Rosier comes entirely from
kay_taylor, is it any wonder that this basically forms a companion piece for her excellent Sunset Over Hidden Temple.
Your fingers are steady as they settle over the piano keys: long, thin, and pale. Pianist’s fingers, your mother had said, when she was alive and you were young.
The grand piano lies beneath the window in the moonlight, a regal affectation: you’ve only ever learnt one piece. All you ever needed to know, to keep up the image. A quiet tune, loud in the silence of two-in-the-morning.
First movement, and you wonder if Malfoy has betrayed Severus like he betrayed you. Wonder if he, too, sits cold somewhere waiting for the inevitable.
Second movement, you wonder if Severus had ever known, had ever even cared.
Third, and you play out the last bars to match the tell-tale knocking on your door.
Pick up your wand: long, thin and pale. Hands, steady, so steady.
And you walk to the door, wand raised. You won’t let them have you, won’t let them put you under veritaserum, won’t let them make you betray Severus. You won’t let them have him.
The door is blasted off its hinges.
You die with Severus on the back of your eyelids, and you don’t think he’ll ever know.
You know-
-You wonder-
-You wish-
Please, Severus.