Title: Hell
Author: sdk
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Snape
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Length/Word Count: Ficlet, 141 words
Warnings: DH Spoilers
Notes: Written for the drabble-a-thon at phoenix_flies for the prompt Rebirth. Thanks to quite_grey for looking this over for me (because I'm psychotic and can't even post a drabble without someone else looking at it first *g*).
Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters that I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world that I didn't create. No copyright infringement intended, no money's being made.


Hell


Severus woke with a hard lump in his throat; stubby fingers prodded at his neck. His last memory had been of green eyes, too wide and anxious to be Lily’s, but they’d been close enough.

I’m dead, he thought. Dead, finally.

But the floor was hard beneath his back, something sharp jabbing his thigh, and as he took a cautious sniff, careful not to arouse the attention of whoever or whatever was poking at him with ill-regard, he caught a whiff of dittany.

He cracked his eyes open.

“Welcome back to the living.”

A fat chin bounced into view; the scent of whisky overpowered his nose. He felt his mouth moving, but only a whiny scratch was the result.

“Shh…let the bezoar finish its work. You should know better, Severus.”

I’m dead, he thought. I’m dead, and this must be hell.


-Fin-








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