Severus sat in his bedroom, feeling completely and utterly exhausted. A glass of red wine swirled in his left hand, meanwhile his right hand slowly turned the pages of 'Defence against the darkest of evils: Volume one'. It was a book that he'd been writing himself for the last few weeks in the evenings, and it was already extremely long. He'd written down curses and potion recipes as and when he'd used them, alongside what those he'd been fighting against had tried to combat them with, and their respective successes. The book was extremely thick, and this was only the first volume - he had endless ideas for an entire series of them.
His hands delicately fingered the words on the page, his eyes combating sleep as though it were his mortal enemy. He felt compelled to memorise every page word for word, as though it were the secret key to winning every battle within the war.
One of him. Dozens of them. He needed every possible tool in his toolbox, and even such small things as memorising his own book could aid him in his mission.
Hours later, it was well past midnight. Severus was exhausted.
He finished his glass of wine, placed the book delicately at his bedside, and settled down to sleep.
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The Harry Potter Parent Alternative
FanfictionEver wondered what would happen if Harry were raised by someone else? Someone who wouldn't lock him in the cupboard under the stairs? A wizard, perhaps? Explore Harry's new life as he is raised by none other than Severus Snape, death-eater-turned-sp...
