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lesyeuxverts) wrote2007-12-21 01:52 am
lesyeuxverts) wrote2007-12-21 01:52 am
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The Only Solid Thing
Title: The Only Solid Thing
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Snarry
Prompt: Silver
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: For![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
adventdrabbles day 10, and for ![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
klynie1 - happy holidays!
The fog that came in from the lake was silver, wispy in the darkness, and Harry, waiting next to the tomb, reached out to touch it. The wisps clung to his fingers and were as insubstantial as memories.
Snape was late, and Harry spread his fingers in the fog, catching only mist. Nothing stayed with him for long.
Shadows moved in the darkness: great hooded figures like Dementors on the other side of the lake, the crashing sound of giants in the forest, and the splash of mer-fins in the lake.
Without a sound, Snape was in front of Harry. He pushed his hood back. His lips were twisted in a sneer and he held up his hand, motioning Harry to silence.
The world wavered around Harry, melting as though caught in a heat-haze, slowly and subtly transformed. Nothing held in the fog – words were carried into silence and lost, thoughts were whisked away, memories were devoured.
Snape reached out to take Harry's hand – dark and strong, silent and demanding, he was the only solid thing in the silver fog. His fingers were the only warmth in the world. He was the Half-Blood Prince, and Harry clung to his hand.
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Snarry
Prompt: Silver
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: For
adventdrabbles day 10, and for klynie1 - happy holidays! The fog that came in from the lake was silver, wispy in the darkness, and Harry, waiting next to the tomb, reached out to touch it. The wisps clung to his fingers and were as insubstantial as memories.
Snape was late, and Harry spread his fingers in the fog, catching only mist. Nothing stayed with him for long.
Shadows moved in the darkness: great hooded figures like Dementors on the other side of the lake, the crashing sound of giants in the forest, and the splash of mer-fins in the lake.
Without a sound, Snape was in front of Harry. He pushed his hood back. His lips were twisted in a sneer and he held up his hand, motioning Harry to silence.
The world wavered around Harry, melting as though caught in a heat-haze, slowly and subtly transformed. Nothing held in the fog – words were carried into silence and lost, thoughts were whisked away, memories were devoured.
Snape reached out to take Harry's hand – dark and strong, silent and demanding, he was the only solid thing in the silver fog. His fingers were the only warmth in the world. He was the Half-Blood Prince, and Harry clung to his hand.
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Brilliant, darling! :*
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