Instead of being in the Great Hall, surrounded by the boisterous chatter and the aroma of roast beef, I found myself perched on the edge of the Astronomy Tower, the cool night air whipping through my hair. The moon, a pale orb veiled in wispy clouds, cast an ethereal glow over the sprawling grounds, a stark contrast to the darkness that cloaked the castle. A sense of unease gnawed at me, a feeling that something was amiss, a subtle shift in the atmosphere that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
"You are here again?" A familiar voice, low and velvety, startled me. I turned to see Professor Snape, his dark figure silhouetted against the moonlit sky. His presence, always a potent mix of power and danger, felt more pronounced tonight, a palpable tension radiating from him.
"Stealing my spot," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice, but there was a sharpness to his tone that made me wary.
I drew a deep breath, my chest constricted by a strange emptiness. I was in no mood for his teasing. I felt numb, adrift in a sea of emotions I couldn't quite grasp, a sense of dread creeping into my heart.
I remained silent, my gaze fixed on the distant horizon, a blank canvas reflecting the turmoil within me. Professor Snape, his presence a dark, brooding presence beside me, mirrored my silence, his gaze fixed on the same distant point.
I finally turned to him, my eyes meeting his. His expression, as always, was a mask of impassivity, a blank slate that hid his true thoughts. "What's on your mind?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"Nothing," he replied, his voice flat. "And if there is, why should I tell you?" He didn't even glance at me, his gaze still fixed on the horizon.
"Tell me, what do you know about the Order?" I asked, hoping to break the silence, to spark a conversation, to distract myself from the growing unease that gnawed at me.
"You know Dumbledore's stupid burning chicken army?" His words, laced with a biting sarcasm, were a veiled insult to Dumbledore and his association. He, in fact, was secretly a member of the Order himself.
"He asks me to be part of it," I replied, my eyes meeting his, a challenge in my voice. I could feel the fire of my magic simmering beneath the surface, a potent energy that hummed beneath my skin. His dark, sharp eyes, like pools of molten chocolate, seemed to pierce through me, reading my thoughts.
"Why would Dumbledore do that?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.
"Because he seems to know everything about me," I said, my voice a low murmur.
"Did you agree?" Snape asked, his voice a low rumble.
"No," I replied, my gaze drifting back to the moon. "I didn't come here to be against him who shall not be named."
Suddenly, the moon, previously obscured by clouds, emerged, its silvery light bathing the world in a soft, ethereal glow. But the beauty of the scene couldn't dispel the growing sense of danger that hung in the air.
"What is the reason then?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
"Love," I replied, my voice a whisper. "What for- would I hide the truth from him?"
"Stupid," he said, a surprised chuckle escaping his lips.
My eyes widened in disbelief. His lips, usually pressed into a tight line, were curled into a smile, a breathtaking sight that sent a jolt of electricity through me. His smile should be adored!
"So you know how to smile?" I asked, my voice laced with a playful teasing.
The curl on his lips quickly faded away, replaced by his usual stoic expression. He cleared his throat, his gaze darting away from me. "Love makes you do stupid things."
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Love In The Midst Of Darkness
Fanfiction"Who Will Save the Savior?" Severus Snape devoted his life to saving others, even when it meant being hated and reviled by the very people he protected. He died believing he was despised, and branded as a traitor to Dumbledore. But what if, at the l...
