Eventually the news reached him too,
Crushing him,
And leaving a forever open wound.
She is dead.
But her son,
The Boy Who Lived survived,
Pouring newfound hope in people’s minds.
I don’t care about the boy!
But Her.. She is dead!
Dead, dead, dead, dead!
And because of you!
His heart cruelly sang,
Echoing it in his mind,
Filling his whole being up.
What was I thinking when I ran,
With the Prophecy to the Fiend?
I should’ve known,
I should’ve..
Thoughts ended in quiet sobs,
While his knees gave out,
And he sank,
Deeper and deeper into despair,
Cursing himself to death.
He was shaking in his house,
Eloped in cold and dark.
However he stopped to feel,
The physical stiffness and ache,
A much more sinister pain,
Was crushing him into the ground,
Which broke to the surface from the depths of his soul.
Like waves suffocating a shipwrecked,
Abandoned mortal,
Filling his lungs with ice,
Burying him alive.
Dead, dead, dead, dead!
And because of you!
As he was lying on the floor,
Severus lost the ability to think or feel,
He could only endure,
The shattering Truth,
His Dark Mark being his grim witness to this all.
Who knows how long he’s been there,
Froze in time and place,
When, from somewhere far away,
The sound of faint knocking could be heard.
He didn’t move,
Not even tried,
But the knockings kept pouring over his mind.
As time went on,
They didn’t stop,
Only got louder and more harsh.
With the last strength he got in his bones,
He pulled himself together and opened the door.
A wizard was standing in the frame,
Hair white, face aristocratic,
Robes the best quality.
He glanced once, at the broken man,
And let himself in, in silence.
Snape was still at the door,
Not registering what was going on,
“Close the door and come,
Sit with me on the bed.”
Commanded the white haired man,
His voice was firm but honey sweet,
Worry and adoration hidden within.
With a move of his wand,
The fireplace roared with warmth.
Severus did as was told,
Like a machine without thoughts,
He sat down besides Lucius,
Still achy and cold.
He was boneless and without a feel,
Staring into nothing.
Warm, elegant hands locked his jaw,
Gently turning it towards Lucius,
“She was a mere mudblood,
You need not to feel ba—“
“DON'T YOU DARE TO CALL HER THAT”
Jumping back on the bed,
Screamed the professor,
With the force of roaring winds,
Loud and wrecked like a wounded animal,
Fighting for his life in the corner.
“Sorry that I called Her that,
Would you please come back?”
Sighed Lucius slightly annoyed,
But gentleness remained in his tone,
However Severus didn’t move,
Just stared with burning eyes into his soul.
Eventually the light haired moved,
Tenderly putting one finger under his jaw,
“I didn’t mean to upset you even more,
I came here to comfort you,
Knowing how much She meant in your eyes,
I shouldn’t have called Her this title.
I apologise.”
Knowing how much it took for Malfoy to utter these words,
He really must have meant every letter,
Reflected Severus with a softening glare,
While slowly moving closer,
Besides it’s not his fault,
It’s all mine,
She was nothing in his gaze,
He only came to help Me.
He climbed into the other’s lap,
Curling into Lucius’s chest.
His arms immediately held him tight,
Long sleeves shielding him from outside,
Malfoy started rocking back and forth,
Eventually calming the other down.
You’ll see, She will fade out of your memory!”
He exclaimed cheerfully.
You idiot,
I know you mean well,
Saying this thinking it will help,
But I need your presence not your words,
Your embrace comforting on its own,
“I forgive you Lucius.”
Whispered Snape after some time, into his robes,
Feeling an invisible hand,
Putting weights into his soul.