May he finally be getting used to the feeling of contentment he's experiencing in the happy, literary after-life he shares with Lily.
Wishing well to everyone else as well. Happy new year! xxxxx
AwakeWrenching round onto her back, she drew a sharp, desperate gasp of air. It was like splashing her face with cold water, as her skin had got so hot and clammy buried in her pillow. Her face was wet with the condensation from her own, laboured, burning breath.Awake by swordhawthorn
She had been sleeping fitfully. Lying on her front, burrowing her face into her pillow and half suffocating herself. She had been searching for shelter. She had been searching in her dreams for the familiar shelter of the crook of his neck.
Or perhaps she had been writhing in an attempt to escape. To out twist and turn the urgent, bewildered pain that had clutched onto a part of her that she couldn’t reach, and so couldn’t begin to try and prise off.
Would that word ever stop ringing in her ears? Would her lips ever find a refuge to replace the one they had lost?
Flight of the PrincessHis mother was lucky. She didn’t have to spend long looking for work, securing a spot on a busy fish stall in the cheaper market near the docks. She worked all the hours she could get, trying to save up a deposit on a flat, so would come home exhausted and reeking of fish. Severus would never believe she’d go through with renting a flat until they were calling out the plumber to fix the boiler, but he was happy for her sake that she seemed to believe she’d really done it this time. She was worn out but more her own person than he’d ever seen her.Flight of the Princess by swordhawthorn
That was the only thing Severus could take any enjoyment in though. He was spending all his time alone. Whereas usually this was his preferred option, he was isolated in a different way at the refuge. He had none of his books, notes or anything very useful. He had packed what he could in the dark, which wasn’t much. He was away from all the familiar places of sanctuary he’d discovered over the years and most
Flight of the PrincesSuddenly he forgot his surroundings and lost track of what had been happening.Flight of the Princes by swordhawthorn
He was aware now that something was shaking him by the shoulder.
He was warm. Wrapped up in blankets. But the thing at his shoulder was cold and thin and hard. He could feel it suck the heat from the crook of his neck as it gripped him. It slipped and scuffled over his bed clothes in a way that sent a brief flash of fearful panic and revulsion through him, and that did it. He was wide awake now. It wasn’t a skeleton, it was his mother’s hand. ‘Darling. Darling’ she said urgently and desolately, but no other words followed. Instinctively he knew she couldn’t let anything more out or tears would sweep her words away and she was too scared to sob. Scared of raising the alarm and scared of alarming her young son. He had been alarmed, in the few seconds it took to wrench him from his dreams, he had been alarmed the first few times they’d fled, but not now.
House On FireHouse On FireHouse On Fire by AllOutOfBubblegum
The inky depths of the sky were ablaze. Orange they glowed as flames licked higher and higher against the stars and celestial tapestry. There was nothing beautiful or inspired about this painting. It was grim, morbid, and terrible. These brush strokes had been made by no artful hand, the scenery was more hellish than Hieronymus Bosch could have ever depicted in his nightmarescapes. What was worsethis was no nightmare. It was real, and it was painted at the hands of madmen.
Snape stood back to himself, his thin arms wrapped around his frame, peering through the shadowy eye holes of bone. He was chilled to his core despite the facts that his robe was thick and the night was not brisk. This was not a chill carried upon air, but radiating outwards from within, with no proper way to warm ithe might never stop feeling so cold.
There were innocent lives burning away in that house. The people themselves had been dragged out and tortured, tormented by Death Eaters, and
Devious Journal EntrySnape's BirthdayDevious Journal Entry by Phoenix-12
Today is Severus Snape's 53rd birthday, or at least it would have been if JK Rowling hadn't seen it fit to kill him off. But Severus is harder to kill than she might have foreseen, and so he lives on (happily? - I'll leave that to your imagination) in our hearts and minds, fanfics and pictures...
As I haven't produced anything yet that I'm happy enough with to upload here, I thought I'd do a feature of some of my favourites as a contribution. There were far too many to put them all here, so I decided to show only art that gets less attention.
The credit for this idea goes to :iconcabepfir:, who did it in 2009 http://fav.me/d3jipuq - I hope you don't mind I stole it! Snape, of course, is (c) JK Rowling.
So, without further ado - enjoy!
Time for Tea by acatnamedeaster Welcome To My Nightmare by AllOutOfBubblegum Taking the O.W.L.S. by Atanapotnia
|I don't know why but I feel like I have to explain my name...it's from Pottermore. (Phew! Ok, as you were)|