Broken Pieces

Just a Severitus one-shot.

DISCLAIMER: Alright, buckle in, 'cause this is gonna be a hell of a shocker but-
I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER. *gasp* No, but seriously, J.K. Rowling owns all the characters this is just the result of me being left alone with a laptop on a lonely autumn night, leaving my maladaptive daydreamer mind to wander and explore its vivid depths, bursting with imagi- no but srsly, J.K. gets all the credit.

~Excerpt~

'He lay there, shaking, safely ensconced in Severus' arms, so completely awash in safety and love for the first time that it confused him to no end, only frustrating him more. Is this how it felt? To have someone love you? To hold you as you cried? He had never known this before, but now that he did, he couldn't say he had loved anything more than the warmth of this safe embrace that wrapped around him like a blanket on an exceptionally chilly night. Protecting him from the rest of the world, hiding him away. Just for a moment.'