Fandom: Harry Potter
Description: “He hates this man, doesn’t he? ”
They stank of blood. Red spots were spreading across the white skin. Some were still fresh; others had dried up and turned rusty brown.
In fact, there were none. There wasn’t a single stain on his hands. Harry knew this, yet he kept imagining them. He created a picture – and erased it. Not like that. Snape was too careful, traces of blood would never have settled like that on his strangely white skin. Sometimes Harry thought the man was a ghost. He was so unreal. People didn’t have skin like that, eyes like that or pain like that.
Harry avoids looking him in the eyes. He hates this man, doesn’t he?
Of course he does. Harry can’t stand this man. He wants to poison him or cast a curse over his back. He wants to scream. Look at me. Look at me! See me at last…
It’s not true. Snape always sees him. Not James, not Lily. Snape sees him. Harry. From their first meeting, from the moment they first saw each other. Not a hero, not a Golden Boy. Snape sees him, a lonely boy, without a sense of purpose, someone who floats with the flow.
Harry is afraid to look Snape in the eyes. Just thinking about it makes him tremble. Harry hates this man, doesn’t he? Harry Potter knows the answer, but he will never – never! – say it out loud. He stares at Snape’s hands, imagining blood – anything! – just to avoid looking into this black (eyes) lakes filled to the brim with unspeakable pain. A pain that grows day by day.
There’s still a month until the holidays. Harry will endure. Then it will be his seventh year, and he will graduate. There will be no more fights with Malfoy or arguments with Hermione over breaking school rules, and no school rules. And Snape won’t be there either. Not in this office, not in the corridors and not in the rooms. Not in the school and not outside it either. He will not be there.
Harry knows. He can see it in his eyes. In those black lakes of pain. And Harry hates it. To the point when he grinds his teeth and wants to scream with hatred. Harry hates those eyes. Because he sees the same look in his own eyes. Doomed.