Once More into the Breach
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lesyeuxvertsTitle: Once More into the Breach
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 333
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Prompt: vendetta
Warnings: AU with respect to certain canon character deaths, obviously
Disclaimer: Title belongs to Shakespeare, and nothing else is mine, either.
AN: Just a bitty NaNo-distraction-drabble – thanks tobewarethesmirk for giving me a prompt and putting up with me. She is, as she always is, wonderful. :)
Lupin's vendetta has extended to the point where he refuses to let Severus to see his son. It is ridiculous, and Severus tells him so at great length, scrawling the words into his parchment with enough force to tear it.
The owl, after the third trip, refuses to return. Severus shoves the parchment under its beak again, but it only flaps its wings and flies away, roosting in the rafters. Its defiant hoot echoes in the empty space.
When Severus makes his way to Lupin's cottage, he flies – over the windswept moors and the deserted roads, letting the feeling of the wind take him there.
Lupin opens his door to Severus and offers him tea, and it's as though their vendetta has blown away with the wind. Severus declines a second stone with a stiff nod, and pushes his teacup away.
"I regret that I…"
"Teddy's upstairs," Lupin says, when Severus can't find the words to continue. "I won't let you hurt him – if you think that Tonks has anything to do with you and I–"
"No," Severus says. "I don't. I … I regret that, as well."
What he regrets most are the mornings he has missed, mornings that he could have spent curled up around Lupin's body, shielded from the cold by his warmth. He's missed their toast and tea, and the mild manner in which Lupin defends the Prophet's editors.
"We all make mistakes."
"Yes." Severus doesn't look at him. "And I regret that I implied that you are an unfit guardian for the boy."
"His name is Teddy."
"Yes." Severus still doesn't look at him – he studies the circles left by teacup after teacup on the table, and finally he says, "I've brought your potion."
"Thank you," Lupin says. He rises, gathering the teacups and taking them to the sink, and then he returns and puts a hand on Severus's shoulder. "Welcome back," he says, and when he leads Severus upstairs, it's as if he's never been gone.
Author: lesyeuxverts
Word Count: 333
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Prompt: vendetta
Warnings: AU with respect to certain canon character deaths, obviously
Disclaimer: Title belongs to Shakespeare, and nothing else is mine, either.
AN: Just a bitty NaNo-distraction-drabble – thanks to
bewarethesmirk for giving me a prompt and putting up with me. She is, as she always is, wonderful. :)Lupin's vendetta has extended to the point where he refuses to let Severus to see his son. It is ridiculous, and Severus tells him so at great length, scrawling the words into his parchment with enough force to tear it.
The owl, after the third trip, refuses to return. Severus shoves the parchment under its beak again, but it only flaps its wings and flies away, roosting in the rafters. Its defiant hoot echoes in the empty space.
When Severus makes his way to Lupin's cottage, he flies – over the windswept moors and the deserted roads, letting the feeling of the wind take him there.
Lupin opens his door to Severus and offers him tea, and it's as though their vendetta has blown away with the wind. Severus declines a second stone with a stiff nod, and pushes his teacup away.
"I regret that I…"
"Teddy's upstairs," Lupin says, when Severus can't find the words to continue. "I won't let you hurt him – if you think that Tonks has anything to do with you and I–"
"No," Severus says. "I don't. I … I regret that, as well."
What he regrets most are the mornings he has missed, mornings that he could have spent curled up around Lupin's body, shielded from the cold by his warmth. He's missed their toast and tea, and the mild manner in which Lupin defends the Prophet's editors.
"We all make mistakes."
"Yes." Severus doesn't look at him. "And I regret that I implied that you are an unfit guardian for the boy."
"His name is Teddy."
"Yes." Severus still doesn't look at him – he studies the circles left by teacup after teacup on the table, and finally he says, "I've brought your potion."
"Thank you," Lupin says. He rises, gathering the teacups and taking them to the sink, and then he returns and puts a hand on Severus's shoulder. "Welcome back," he says, and when he leads Severus upstairs, it's as if he's never been gone.
