Nothing Left to Lose: Nothing Left to Lose
by Ladymage Samiko
Nothing Left to Lose


Azkaban never changed. Dark, dismal, depressing… Dementors, despite glittering political promises, once again roamed the halls. Hermione gulped her now-lukewarm cocoa as she approached the tiny-windowed door.

“Professor?” she called tentatively.

“Miss Granger.” His voice was odd, frightening.

“Professor Snape, don’t worry; we’ll get you out as soon as we possibly can.” She glimpsed his skeletal form propped up against the icy wall.

“Don’t worry,” he repeated, almost sing-song. His head lolled toward her, and he smiled. “I’m more at peace now than I have ever been, Miss Granger.

“You see, there’s nothing in me for them to take.”

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ANs: When GS100 first posted its 'Dementor' challenge, I wasn't particularly interested. But I felt like writing something, so I stuck Severus and a dementor in the same room together, and it occured to me that, particularly without the Shrieking Shack memories, that he had absolutely nothing that a dementor would be interested in. And from there, it pretty much wrote itself…

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