Severus was in his own chambers. Normally the surroundings that he had so fastidiously put together around him brought him comfort. The deeply cushioned chairs and high book shelves would let him lock himself away from the world that he normally had to live in. The dark tapestries would muffle the world of lies upon lies and more death than anyone could possibly hope to deal with alone. And he sadly was, quite, alone. He always really had been.
Normally the summer that had the students all back home would be a wonderful time of freedom for him. Finally he could study as he wished and try the new potions that he spent his free time concocting. Potions that were normally too dangerous to practice when the students were still around, or he simply read without random pranks being practiced upon his person. He had to grin at the knowledge that the Weasley twins had graduated and would no longer be troubling him, though he did worry that two of their number still graced the halls. No matter that the two tricksters were gone, the others all had a knack for mischief, especially when placed anywhere near the Potter boy. Like these last two were.
Tonight he should have spent his time reading, but tonight he lay gasping against his bed, half on the floor, pain riddling his stomach and dizziness slamming through his head. He was alone. He was dying alone. Even most of the professors had left the school for the summer, and he would not stoop to screaming for help anyway. He snarled at the very thought, he was still Slytherin after all and not about to ever admit what he was trying to do, nor that it was his own potion that was doing this to him. The potion was like him a failure. And just the last one needed at that.
Or was it? The darkness was fading, but he was certainly in no position to be standing up. His world was spinning on him and he wasn't at all certain that it was his world that he was in. There was a sharp ripping sound and suddenly he was looking down on someone.
When he woke up he remembered nothing. Only the empty bottle in his hand let him know that he had actually taken the drought. Disgusted with himself he dashed the bottle against the wall and promptly put the entire incident to the back of his mind. He would no longer pursue this route, it had nearly killed him, on top of failing. He had failed too many times throughout his life to wish to do it again.
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Pray For Daylight
FanfictionA Potterverse fanfiction. I was not fond of the original ending, well a part of it. I can't say more or I will ruin my own twisting of the story. Once there was a girl, but now she is long forgotten. Once there was a boy, now bitter and green.
