Winters Cloak | S.S

19 | Shadows

"Y/N, take this. Please." Dumbledore handed you a wand which was the opposite of yours. You glanced at him with an unreadable expression, sliding your finger on the new dark Oak wand. It's wet wood smell freshly imprinted in your mind. As if answering your question, Dumbeldore smiled. "It is a rare one. Phoenix core."

"But why do I need this?"

Severus glanced at you. "You require this, as a substitute. The Dark Lord has broken his wand." You walked around the table that Dumbledore sat behind. Glancing at all the previous Headmaster's portraits.

"So you're saying that he'll use my wand?" You bit your lip as you eyed Severus. He gave you a brief nod.

"He will most likely use the wand of a powerful Witch." He said with a monotone voice. You tried to hide your smile, because his words subtly hinted that you were indeed a powerful witch according to him.

"Is there anything else we should know?" You walked a few steps, leading you to the ground again next to Severus. You eyed Dumbledore with curiosity. Although your heart couldn't stop stammering, he remained calm.

"That is all, Y/N. I trust you and Severus will return home in one piece." Dumbledore smiled.

—

You and Snape chose to leave on the train, it was quite odd seeing a Witch and a Wizard on a muggle station but you didn't mind.

One thing which was bugging you though was the fact that you felt like you were being watched, or closely monitored.

I know we are going to see Voldemort but why does it feel like I'm going on a date with Severus?

You internally smacked yourself as you walked beside, your body was hunched over as you carried a brick of a suitcase, your walking in a slow pace.

"You're slower than a sloth Miss L/N, the Dark Lord does not like to be kept waiting." Severus said without looking at you. He was wearing different clothes from his usual Professor robes. He was wearing a skin tight black shirt and slacks.

Pretty fancy for a visit to the grave.

"I don't know, maybe it's because I am the only one carrying shit? And Voldy can wait." You responded without hesitance. You felt your eyes widening at the mention of the forbidden word. Your impulsivity gave it away.

Heart stammering now, as he looked at you with a displeased expression. His mouth was slightly agape as he processed your words.

"Blaming others for your unruly actions, quite the ambiguous persona of yours." He stated monotonously—stopping his walk. You mimicked his actions by stopping alongside him. Trying to calm your ruminating thoughts down by self affirmations like 'you'll be okay, you'll be fine.'

"Sorry Professor, I didn't meant to use profanities out in a public setting." You finally turned your head to see his stoic face less still and blinking now. "And what do you mean 'ambiguous persona' of mine?" You asked with a sarcastic scowl painted on your face.

Instead of harshly critiquing you, he motioned his hand over to you, his palm close to your own. And you couldn't believe it. Blinking rapidly—as you tried to understand just what he was implying.