|Daisy Girl (daisygirl_080) wrote in severus_sighs,|
@ 2012-05-14 02:58:00
|Entry tags:||drabble, member: daisygirl, pairing: severus/harry, rating: r|
Title: Bad Habits
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Implied Dub-con, dark rituals
Summary: There's a habbit he can't kick, one that will probably always
A/N: Beta'd version.
There was a small, ordinary box, tucked away in a dark corner, stashed atop a high shelf in one of the dreary closets of the old grim house. It was one of his darker secrets, an addiction he couldn’t bear to give up, one of the reasons to keep going and one of the things that he could tell no one about. Harry brushed a hand across the back of the warded door, (even though most people passed it off as being filled with nefarious dark objects that had once filled the Black ancestral home) and therefore wouldn’t even bother with it, the wards were a safeguard. No one could know. NO ONE.
He sighed resignedly and carefully removed the small box from it’s perch. This was all that remained of the man he once thought he could love, the man who had been the object of his first obsession, the one who had given everything to keep him save. Harry lifted the lid, looked at the contents longingly, brushing reverently along the row of silver filled ornate glass vials before removing the (now only half full) vial of the man’s blood he had collected.
The spells were in place, and the ritual had been completed. All that was left to do was the addition of a few drops of blood to complete the last step. The homunculus would then be completed. He’d have twenty -four hours to spend with the mindless resemblance of Severus Snape, HIS half-blood prince.
Perhaps this time it would be enough for him to go back and remain with Ginny and their three children. Perhaps this would be the last time he’d have to do this, he’d be able to kick this bad habit. Perhaps he’d be able to resist. PERHAPS.
Temptation was a bitch.