Living In Safety

The First Trial

Severus

The first trial is today. It isn't even really a trial in my mind. I know those bastards are going to Azkaban or getting the Kiss. They killed, tortured, kidnapped people. 

They should be dead.

"Hey, honey," Reg groans. "Why are you up so early?"

"Can't sleep." I sip my coffee. Black, as always.

"Sev, it's three in the morning. You can't drink that this early," he says. He takes my mug from me and sets it in the sink. "You know that."

"I know. I know, I just can't think straight."

"I thought you were gay?" he attempts to joke.

"Ha, ha. And no, I'm bi, thanks."

"'I'm bi, thanks'," he mocks. "And you wouldn't be able to think right anyway when you've gotten barely any sleep. Come back to bed."

"Reggie..."

"Come on, I miss you." He wraps his arms around my torso. "Please?"

"Do I have to?"

He flicks me. "Yes, you have to. Come on, I'll even let you be the small spoon this time?"

"Fine..." I yawn out.

"See? You're tired. Come on, back to bed." He pulls me to a standing position and drags me to our room. We both lie down on our sides, facing each other.

"What's wrong?" he mumbles. 

I shake my head. "Nothing, Regulus."

"Sev... talk to me. We promised, remember? No secrets?"

I groan. Damn him.

"I... I can't lose you again."

"Lose?"

"What's going to happen if they find me guilty of bloody child endangerment!? I could go to Azkaban for that shit, Reg, and all I was trying to do is protect them!"

"Them-"

"All of them!"

He smiles at me. "You try to come across as intimidating, big and as someone who should be feared, but you're soft. You know that, right?"

"Am not."

He chuckles. "You are to. 

"Sev, you will not be found guilty of anything except for doing the right thing. You told me what Dumbledore wanted him to do, to hunt Horcruxes by himself and kill Voldemort. With Fudge gone you'll be tried fairly."

"You really think so?"

"I know so. Now, we're going to bed."

He pulls me closer. I feel my face heat up. He kisses my forehead.

"You were there for me when I came back, now let me be here for you, you big softie."

I swear, if anyone finds out I'm 'Soft' it's going to ruin my reputation!!!

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"Severus Snape," one of the Wizengamot says. "All of these people are Death Eaters?"

"Yes." The truth potions forces me to speak. "Except for that one right there." I point to a young bloke with dirty, matted black hair. "I assume the Aurors found him in the dungeons?"

"He was hiding, Mr. Snape-"

"Hiding, yes. From you, no."

She looks at me curiously. "Continue, Mr. Snape."