For a second he feared if he was too late. He had never felt fear like this before, it was as if someone wanted to tear his flesh apart. Amber eyes watched from behind the metal bars of her cage. Who knows what horrific things she has seen before.
He had known what she was going to do, known as soon as he found the sleeping draught missing from the kitchen cabinet. Severus could hear his own heart beat in his head, he was sweating and his knuckles were turning white from holding the crystal phial containing the wiggenweld potion so tight.
Diana lay still , her body limp and vulnerable. The tired expression she usually had was gone and was now replaced by a serene calmness. Her hair was splayed out on the floor their usual magic gone.
Time stretched on, each moment feeling like eternity. He held his daughter's hand trying not to think about the icy coldness he felt and instead waited for a flicker of consciousness. Large doses of the sleeping draught were lethal and could trick the human body to sleep forever. Was he too late ?.
Just when he thought the battle was lost, he saw a tiny flicker of consciousness. A flutter of eyelids, a twitch of a finger and her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Severus heart leaped with joy, the wiggenweld potion was working.
Diana's eyes fluttered open, confusion giving way to recognition as she read the surroundings. Severus watched as his daughter's eyes glistened with unshed tears, a storm brewing beneath the calm facade.
He watched as her trembling lips betrayed the emotion she struggled to contain. Severus reached out, a gesture of silent solidarity, but she flinched away, her walls rising higher with each passing moment. Occlumency , he would deal with it later.
And then, as if unable to bear the weight of her sorrow any longer, she collapsed into Severus, her shoulders shaking with the force of suppressed sobs. Tears spilled from her eyes, cascading down her cheeks like raindrops on a windowpane.
He wrapped her in a gentle embrace, offering the solace her gentle heart sought . Who would've known that the monsters could follow your mind wherever you go ?. Each tear of his daughter was a testament to the strength it took to confront the darkness within.
As the tears dried and the storm passed, a sense of calm descended upon them, a fragile peace born from the ashes of pain. From that moment of vulnerability, they found a connection that transcended words, a shared understanding of the beauty and fragility of the human heart.
" My beautiful brave daughter " said Severus as he held Diana tightly in his arm.
