Title: Meditations Pairing: Severus/James Rating: PG rated Disclaimer: Not mine Warnings: Bullying Summary: Severus has his reasons to stay away from the Halloween feast.
James ripped off the last strands of Snape’s shirt and got up; Snape squirmed to the corner of the dungeon, hugging his naked torso.
“See, Snivellus, told you it wasn’t difficult to make a costume by yourself.”
“What does he look like now though?” Sirius asked, troubled.
“Hm. A slug, maybe? Or a lizard changing its skin.” The boys laughed and Sirius tossed the torn cloak down.
“The feast begins in ten minutes. You will show up with your new costume, Snivellus, or you’ll regret it.”
*
Severus didn’t like Sir Nicholas’ Deathday Party. The ghosts were creepy, floating around and chatting about their long lost lives.
He felt jealous of the teenagers dancing just some floors above him; he longed to see the Great Pumpkin, and dance too, and maybe make some friends.
He couldn’t. The living would laugh at his shred clothes and scratches. Scratches from Potter’s hands.
Potter wouldn’t forgive him, no – tomorrow there’d be hell to pay.
Still, he wasn’t going to tell. The thought of strong hands scratching on him again made him shrug. He could kill Potter if he wanted to –could torment, destroy him- but then… these hands would never touch him again.