5th Dec, 2008

Drabble: Therapy

Drabble: Therapy
Characters: Snape, mention of Minerva, Lupin, Harry
Warnings: Pink
Disclaimer: Not mine


Therapy

Even with his eyes closed, the sun was a gold-red aura through his eyelids; heat baked his skin and sweat sheened his body. Another twenty minutes, and he'd burn – if it took that long.

Curse Remus and Minerva! Curse Harry with his muggle cures! So what if he was depressed? It was a perfectly normal reaction to being forced to murder someone you admired and watching your friends and allies die in horrible, painful ways!

But that meddling werewolf had told Harry and Minerva that Severus was depressed, and Harry said (facetiously, he was sure) that muggles who didn't get enough sunlight were more prone to depression. Of course, Minerva jumped on the idea like a cat on catnip.

Ten more minutes; his skin was turning pink. He snarled as he rolled over early and let the sun bake his back while sunflares exploded behind his closed lids.

He'd murder all of them for this. Who'd ever heard of a pink Potions Master?

WC: 163