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hp_may_madnessTitle: Harris, A Different Scotland
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Word Count: 361
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unbeta'd.
Challenge: Day 23 May Madness, ocean
Author's Notes: 23 Day, still losing it…
Severus unzipped his boots then took of his socks, before he left his them well above the waterline. He wore plain dark denims and a button-down white shirt. Drawing attention to himself was not his intention. The sand was warm against the soles of his feet. The blue of the water was in a word stunning.
He was on the Isle of Harris, or simply Harris as it wasn't a true island. The beach was Luskentyre, Remus had mentioned it often. Neither of them had ever been. Severus moved toward the water. He attempted to convince himself it was simply scientific curiosity. The blue carbon in the water, the saline content of it varying slightly, it was a lost cause.
Severus walked closer until his toes were lapped at by the water. It was cool, but not too cold. It looked much like pictures of the Caribbean without the palm trees. There were so many shades of blue. Who would have imagined this was what another part of Scotland looked like? Remus, obviously, had. His heart ached with longing.
He let the water ebb and flow over his feet. The hem of his denims grew wet. Remus had married Miss Tonks. Remus had married Miss Tonks. For Severus part he had killed Albus. Not long before that particular milestone, Remus had begged and lectured him on the subject of trust. Little had the werewolf known what had been coming.
The water had gone higher, he could feel the pull of it on his heels as it rushed back to join the rising tide. Trust. Remus had said trust. Trust. He would have to trust. Trust his instincts. Trust that he would make it out of this mess alive. Trust Remus. The water was up to his ankles. It was time to return to Hogwarts and become the Head Master.
He had come here for Remus, but he took the beauty and serenity of this place away for himself. With a deep breath he took on long last look, before he headed back to put on his boots, the large shoes he had to fill and all the responsibilities that they held.
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Word Count: 361
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unbeta'd.
Challenge: Day 23 May Madness, ocean
Author's Notes: 23 Day, still losing it…
Severus unzipped his boots then took of his socks, before he left his them well above the waterline. He wore plain dark denims and a button-down white shirt. Drawing attention to himself was not his intention. The sand was warm against the soles of his feet. The blue of the water was in a word stunning.
He was on the Isle of Harris, or simply Harris as it wasn't a true island. The beach was Luskentyre, Remus had mentioned it often. Neither of them had ever been. Severus moved toward the water. He attempted to convince himself it was simply scientific curiosity. The blue carbon in the water, the saline content of it varying slightly, it was a lost cause.
Severus walked closer until his toes were lapped at by the water. It was cool, but not too cold. It looked much like pictures of the Caribbean without the palm trees. There were so many shades of blue. Who would have imagined this was what another part of Scotland looked like? Remus, obviously, had. His heart ached with longing.
He let the water ebb and flow over his feet. The hem of his denims grew wet. Remus had married Miss Tonks. Remus had married Miss Tonks. For Severus part he had killed Albus. Not long before that particular milestone, Remus had begged and lectured him on the subject of trust. Little had the werewolf known what had been coming.
The water had gone higher, he could feel the pull of it on his heels as it rushed back to join the rising tide. Trust. Remus had said trust. Trust. He would have to trust. Trust his instincts. Trust that he would make it out of this mess alive. Trust Remus. The water was up to his ankles. It was time to return to Hogwarts and become the Head Master.
He had come here for Remus, but he took the beauty and serenity of this place away for himself. With a deep breath he took on long last look, before he headed back to put on his boots, the large shoes he had to fill and all the responsibilities that they held.
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