Snarry games: Rook Castling Kingside
My apologies. In my rush to read before the end of the fest, I didn't post a comment. Here, belatedly, are some of my favorite moments:
Instead, if he listened, he could hear only the sounds of nature: birdsong and the wind playing through the sieve of the leafless trees.
...the Dark Lord’s game of Rule the World.
“I see something that looks remarkably like a cloud. In fact, it’s the perfect image of one.” “Play properly, Severus.” Chuckling, Harry waggled Severus’ forefinger. “You have to look at the contours within them. Now, see... Oh, it’s moved, changed.” “So it has. Now it looks like a cloud.”
Writing with quick, sharp scrapes of his quill, he wrote long letters of goodbye first to Minerva, then Lucius, Poppy, and finally to Harry. This last, just in case Harry Potter lived to receive it, was the hardest of them all.
Potter broke off, raking a hand through his hair and pulling at it agitatedly. Severus wondered whether Potter’s brains would come out with the roots, as he had never seen him work so hard at thinking.
He had an idea that death was the only answer to his needs. Therefore, he would follow Albus’ example and think how to use his death for the greatest effect.
Noticing that Potter’s body had gone rigid, that his rapt expression had changed to one of shock, brought Severus to consider what he was saying – had already said. At that moment, their expressions matched: equal halves of horror.
These reflections accompanied him back to his rooms and settled next to him as he lay awake that night.