Snape100 drabbles: Severus's Daughter
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lesyeuxvertsTitle: Severus's Daughter
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: (7)(100)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Implied Severus/Luna's mother, minor Luna/Slytherin
Prompt: #144 - Luna Lovegood
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norbert02
AN: Each drabble is set at the beginning of the school year during the Welcoming Feast. Obviously AU, but HBP-compliant.
One
The girl has her mother’s cheekbones, her mother’s eyes, her mother’s hair color – her hair is stringy and unkempt like his own, but Severus sees nothing of himself in his daughter.
The Hat takes a long time to Sort her. Severus ignores the fast-paced thrum of his heart, keeps his expression impassive. What if the chit is Sorted into his House?
Luna squirms under the Hat, looks at him. Severus doesn’t make eye contact, focuses on her earrings – are those acorns?
He takes a deep breath when she’s Sorted into her mother’s House. There’s nothing of him in the child.
Two
There’s a bubble around Luna at the Ravenclaw table, a never-crossed invisible barrier. Severus watches her page through a magazine during the Feast. She sorts her food by color and eats nothing white, she ignores the reunions occurring around her. She never looks up at him.
There are Slytherin green ribbons braided into her hair, and they sway with her movements.
Tomorrow, he’ll tolerate her chatter in his class, her questions about Corklumps and Dillydally Shrewnips, her potions perfectly brewed by alternative methods. Tonight, he’ll watch her as she sits alone, an echo of her mother’s smile on her face.
Three
Luna slips out of the Feast early, her going unnoticed by her peers.
The tapping of Severus’s foot, measuring the minutes before he can follow his daughter, is hidden by the table.
At last the Feast is over and he finds her in the library. One of the pimply-faced third year Slytherins, a brat with more cunning than power, is pressing sloppy kisses on Luna’s lips, is fumbling with the buttons down the front of her robe. There’s a bored, vacant expression on his daughter’s face, no hint of embarrassment when she sees him.
“Ten points from Slytherin,” Severus says.
Four
There’s a shadow following Severus as he leaves the Feast, and he goes to his office rather than welcoming the first years in the Slytherin common room.
It’s Luna who has followed him, misty and ethereal. She drifts into his office and for a long moment, watches the squid tentacles floating in formaldehyde.
Severus doesn’t say a word, his heartbeat jumpy, lungs burning. This is the first time that his daughter has approached him outside of classes.
“The thestrals are restless, Father, and auguries from Mesopotamian lizards show the need for caution.” She whistles, tuneless and airy, as she leaves.
Five
Severus scans the Ravenclaw table until he sees her, tanned and uninjured. A strange constriction forms in his chest when she looks up at him with a half-smile.
Severus closes his eyes. This is his daughter that’s been taken away from him, and he doesn’t know if Lovegood scolded her for her recklessness or praised her for her dueling skills.
He scowls at her, the chit with green ribbons bobbing in her hair, this child who is not his child. She turns back to her plate, building a complex structure out of mashed potatoes and treacle tart, ignoring his glare.
Six
A fugitive, a whisper of a thought, Severus haunts the Great Hall for the Welcoming Feast. He wept with Albus’s portrait, was scolded by the Bloody Baron, evaded Filch’s cat. Now he lingers, waiting to see his daughter.
Her dreamy expression is gone. The bubble of space around her has expanded, her bizarre jewelry replaced by the gift he sent, her grandmother’s ring. The students around her chatter, sharing whispers and fears. They’re oblivious to his presence, but clear-eyed Luna looks up and sees him. She presses two fingers to her lips, blows a kiss across the room to him.
Seven
Luna watches him throughout the Feast, and Severus spears his carrots with a vicious stab. There are expectations half-formed, promises that he’d rather forget. Despite his daughter’s persistence and clear unwavering faith, he’s not prepared to be her father, not ready to care for a child scarred by the war’s horrors.
Dessert comes too soon. Severus focuses on it, ignores Luna’s steadfast gaze.
All the food vanishes, and Luna is at his side. He shows her the room prepared for her in his quarters, and after her subtle hint, he leans down to place a goodnight kiss on her forehead.
Author: lesyeuxverts00
Word Count: (7)(100)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Implied Severus/Luna's mother, minor Luna/Slytherin
Prompt: #144 - Luna Lovegood
Beta: The fantastic
norbert02AN: Each drabble is set at the beginning of the school year during the Welcoming Feast. Obviously AU, but HBP-compliant.
One
The girl has her mother’s cheekbones, her mother’s eyes, her mother’s hair color – her hair is stringy and unkempt like his own, but Severus sees nothing of himself in his daughter.
The Hat takes a long time to Sort her. Severus ignores the fast-paced thrum of his heart, keeps his expression impassive. What if the chit is Sorted into his House?
Luna squirms under the Hat, looks at him. Severus doesn’t make eye contact, focuses on her earrings – are those acorns?
He takes a deep breath when she’s Sorted into her mother’s House. There’s nothing of him in the child.
Two
There’s a bubble around Luna at the Ravenclaw table, a never-crossed invisible barrier. Severus watches her page through a magazine during the Feast. She sorts her food by color and eats nothing white, she ignores the reunions occurring around her. She never looks up at him.
There are Slytherin green ribbons braided into her hair, and they sway with her movements.
Tomorrow, he’ll tolerate her chatter in his class, her questions about Corklumps and Dillydally Shrewnips, her potions perfectly brewed by alternative methods. Tonight, he’ll watch her as she sits alone, an echo of her mother’s smile on her face.
Three
Luna slips out of the Feast early, her going unnoticed by her peers.
The tapping of Severus’s foot, measuring the minutes before he can follow his daughter, is hidden by the table.
At last the Feast is over and he finds her in the library. One of the pimply-faced third year Slytherins, a brat with more cunning than power, is pressing sloppy kisses on Luna’s lips, is fumbling with the buttons down the front of her robe. There’s a bored, vacant expression on his daughter’s face, no hint of embarrassment when she sees him.
“Ten points from Slytherin,” Severus says.
Four
There’s a shadow following Severus as he leaves the Feast, and he goes to his office rather than welcoming the first years in the Slytherin common room.
It’s Luna who has followed him, misty and ethereal. She drifts into his office and for a long moment, watches the squid tentacles floating in formaldehyde.
Severus doesn’t say a word, his heartbeat jumpy, lungs burning. This is the first time that his daughter has approached him outside of classes.
“The thestrals are restless, Father, and auguries from Mesopotamian lizards show the need for caution.” She whistles, tuneless and airy, as she leaves.
Five
Severus scans the Ravenclaw table until he sees her, tanned and uninjured. A strange constriction forms in his chest when she looks up at him with a half-smile.
Severus closes his eyes. This is his daughter that’s been taken away from him, and he doesn’t know if Lovegood scolded her for her recklessness or praised her for her dueling skills.
He scowls at her, the chit with green ribbons bobbing in her hair, this child who is not his child. She turns back to her plate, building a complex structure out of mashed potatoes and treacle tart, ignoring his glare.
Six
A fugitive, a whisper of a thought, Severus haunts the Great Hall for the Welcoming Feast. He wept with Albus’s portrait, was scolded by the Bloody Baron, evaded Filch’s cat. Now he lingers, waiting to see his daughter.
Her dreamy expression is gone. The bubble of space around her has expanded, her bizarre jewelry replaced by the gift he sent, her grandmother’s ring. The students around her chatter, sharing whispers and fears. They’re oblivious to his presence, but clear-eyed Luna looks up and sees him. She presses two fingers to her lips, blows a kiss across the room to him.
Seven
Luna watches him throughout the Feast, and Severus spears his carrots with a vicious stab. There are expectations half-formed, promises that he’d rather forget. Despite his daughter’s persistence and clear unwavering faith, he’s not prepared to be her father, not ready to care for a child scarred by the war’s horrors.
Dessert comes too soon. Severus focuses on it, ignores Luna’s steadfast gaze.
All the food vanishes, and Luna is at his side. He shows her the room prepared for her in his quarters, and after her subtle hint, he leans down to place a goodnight kiss on her forehead.
