Sitting calmly sipping a cup of tea while reading Snape glaned up looking at the simple calendar that hung on the wall near to the muggle looking clock. It was the first day of August. With a slight roll of his eyes his eyes traveled back to the page he was reading. Faintly he heard Draco getting up and ready for the day, about time.

Another line of text was devoured before he became aware of the tapping on the only window of the room. Turning to the window he came to find the pale form of a male barn owl. Standing and making his way to the owl he took note of the deceant sized package it carried with it. Releaving the owl of it's burden it quickly flew off. Once again back in his seat he open the package, inside were a sealed letter and a pensieve. Carefully setting the pensieve aside he took the letter up.

In an elegant hand his name graced the front of the yellowed parchment. Opening it he came to find the writing done in the same hand. Reading threw the letter his eyes slowly became larger, re-reading the letter again only caused his mask to fall even more.

With numb hands he set the letter aside, away from prying eyes, slowly his hands covered his face. With the letters words in mind he openly wept for the first time since she had died.

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Of all the time he'd know the man he called his Godfather, he had never seen him like this. Draco watched silently for a few moments, the usually dark and angry man was now weeping openly in his quarters. The emotion he saw on his godfathers face and body was new to him. It showed him that Snape was human just like everyone else.

sSs

The room was washed with shadows, the burning fireplace throwing visions of things a scew. The room was empty save for the single wing-back chair in front of the fire. Sitting as still as a statue was a pale man with crimson colored eyes. Blinking slowly he stared unseeingly into the fire, moments passed before his angled face split into a slightly cazed grin. Soon a harsh laugh filled the darkness, a large snake entered the room.

sSs

Heavy footsteps grew fainter until there was a creak of bed spings and the whole house was quiet. The room was dark save for that of the sliver of light daring its way threw the crack of the curtain on the onlywindow. Looking away from the bit of light the young man gathered himself up from the floor once more and placed his bodygently ontothe bed. Almost at once the smooth round stone was removed from its hiding spot. Time ticked by before a smile broke his face, before long with shaking hands he placed the stone back in its hiding place before falling into sleep.