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Entry tags: | *fic, 2010, snape, sybill |
Special delivery for lordhellebore
Title: Vulnerable
Author:
Recipient's LJ name: lordhellebore
Pairing(s): Severus Snape/Sibyll Trelawney
Rating: PG-13
Summary Both of them are vulnerable. Set during Deathly Hallows.
Word Count: ~1600
Warnings/Content: A little bit of groping and angst. Implied past slash.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I am not making any money from this story.
Author's notes: lordhellebore, I loved your list of pairings and almost couldn't decide which one to write, but this one jumped out at me so I went with it. I sincerely hope that it is to your tastes. Thanks very much to my betas and to the mods for their hard work running this fest.
The Headmaster's office was eerily quiet after Dumbledore died. Even Severus, who usually preferred the silence of his quarters to the noisy din that was the Great Hall, could hardly stand to be in the room at times. Every rustle of paper was magnified, and every gust of wind against the glass panes reminded him of the air whipping through the branches of the Whomping Willow. He'd never felt that the office belonged to him anyway, but sometimes the feeling grew so powerful that he could not bear to remain in the room.
He paused at his bookshelf, skimming the rows of spines with one finger as he searched for the right title. He'd moved his books to the office so he would have them at hand, but he'd not shelved them among Dumbledore's collection, which remained, untouched, in their own bookcases on the other side of the room.
"...Bellows, Litany, Dage..." He muttered the authors' names under his breath, fingers alighting briefly along the top of one leather-bound text before moving on. Finally, he found the title he was looking for and removed it from the shelf.
He started to move back to the desk, but before he could, he caught sight of the book next to the one he had removed. It was small and red, a book of poetry. Carefully, Severus removed it from the shelf and brushed a thin layer of dust from the top. On the inside cover, in small plain script, were the words Property of R.J. Lupin.
Severus closed the book and held it for a moment before replacing it on the shelf next to an old herb catalog. His hands were shaking slightly, and he willed himself to take a deep breath. He needed some fresh air.
He pulled on his robes, tucked the potions text under his arm, and headed down to the professors' break room for a pot of tea.