Revolution
Severus Snape is old although that fact people tend to forget when meeting him. One of the tricks he’s picked up by accident; like the trick of Lazarus coming forth all those decades ago. He looks forty, and people treat him like he is; like he’s on the brink of wisdom but there’s still time- especially in the Wizarding World. He lets them treat him like that too; he’s comfortable with forty even if in reality he’s almost a century. That’s the lie of his features isn’t it? He will forever look like the man who died in the shack all those years ago.
On some people it looks good; James Potter. James likes being forever twenty-something and who can blame him? He’s Peter Pan and King Arthur all in one. Severus cannot claim that innocence, nor would he want to.
He’s a schoolteacher, Headmaster of Hogwarts and this is as close to complete as he ever wanted. There were wives before, lovers, and the children are all adults by now, with children of their own and Severus feels old.
There are whispers in the air. They put the people edge, despite the best intentions of Aurors and politicians. By now, Severus has gotten very good at ignoring this whole ordeal.
It happens every thirty years or so; when the old are old enough not to matter and the young don’t understand why the older generation flinches so. The young were built for this cycle, even more so then the Ministry buildings or Severus’ school; they have blood to spill and passion to burn.
He wonders who’ll throw the first curse. Who will die first. And when it does, where will his kids fall on either side.
There are whispers in the air, and they began at Drumstang but they’ve crept into parlor rooms and libraries of the influential and passionate. The words found their place in the home of Judas and Maia Oonda, but it didn’t start there and Severus knows it won’t end there.
Ellis joined the Aurors last week. A jester in uniform. He was always more James’ son wasn’t he?
Severus feels very old; and the air is taunt and ready to bleed. He’d be amused if he wasn’t so damn tired of this.
Severus Snape
Harry Potter
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On some people it looks good; James Potter. James likes being forever twenty-something and who can blame him? He’s Peter Pan and King Arthur all in one. Severus cannot claim that innocence, nor would he want to.
He’s a schoolteacher, Headmaster of Hogwarts and this is as close to complete as he ever wanted. There were wives before, lovers, and the children are all adults by now, with children of their own and Severus feels old.
There are whispers in the air. They put the people edge, despite the best intentions of Aurors and politicians. By now, Severus has gotten very good at ignoring this whole ordeal.
It happens every thirty years or so; when the old are old enough not to matter and the young don’t understand why the older generation flinches so. The young were built for this cycle, even more so then the Ministry buildings or Severus’ school; they have blood to spill and passion to burn.
He wonders who’ll throw the first curse. Who will die first. And when it does, where will his kids fall on either side.
There are whispers in the air, and they began at Drumstang but they’ve crept into parlor rooms and libraries of the influential and passionate. The words found their place in the home of Judas and Maia Oonda, but it didn’t start there and Severus knows it won’t end there.
Ellis joined the Aurors last week. A jester in uniform. He was always more James’ son wasn’t he?
Severus feels very old; and the air is taunt and ready to bleed. He’d be amused if he wasn’t so damn tired of this.
Severus Snape
Harry Potter
378