The 25th of December by ObsidianEmbrace - Part 4
Author's notes in Part 1.
17 December
There are only grey shadows when Harry looks up.
Pain radiates from his stomach, making his limbs tremble.
He hasn’t moved in days.
Except when Snape sits beside him.
Harry’s lips part out at the thought of the water Snape gives to him.
He wants to look around. Snape will be standing near the door.
Snape isn’t allowed to leave.
Voldemort trusts him.
Harry tries to remember Dumbledore’s words. They are difficult to remember.
Harry watches the grey shadows as they march through the dusk and into the night.
He hears Snape’s robes as they swish over the stone floor.
Darkness cloaks them now.
“Aguamenti.”
Harry tries to open his mouth before the spell is even complete. His lips are too swollen. But the water trickles in anyway.
“They will be suspicious by morning,” Snape tells him quietly. Harry understands. It is not time for him to die yet. “The Dark Lord will attempt to kill you another way eventually.”
Harry can only make out Snape’s outline. He is not afraid.