An Ever-fixed MarkAn Ever-fixed Mark5 years ago in Literature Entries More Like This
Eight minutes. He had eight minutes. He stared at the miraculous clock. One last chance to see her, her beautiful face. His heart pounded in time with his head: Hurry, hurry, hurry. One more turn, and he can turn back time, to apologize, to amend. One more turn, and he can---
She would be alive again.
--see her eyes, full and alive. The long-hidden dreams, steeped deeply within his soul, rose once more.
Severus brushed by the students, so preoccupied with this one thought that he forgot even to snarl. In the faint back of his mind, he realized that the Carrows were yelling at him. And then he was in front of the Gryffindor entrance. He stepped forward
--right into Minerva. "WHAT do you think you are doing?" she hissed," Out for fresh meat, aren't you, you slimy COWARD!"
The word rang in his mind, and his eyes finally noticed Minerva. Her hair was a wild mess, and her face screwed in anger. And Minerva's eyes burned a fiery light, just like her's. Seve