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The Wild Hunt

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A gift from annescriblerian for me in the livejournal com snape_ldws

Title: The Wild Hunt
Author: annescriblerian
Characters: Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Abraxas Malfoy, Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange, and Antonin Dolohov.
Rating: G
Summary: One shouldn't judge a book by its cover.
Notes: I don't usually write Gen. I am glad that your prompt gave me the chance to try something new. I hope that you enjoy it!

This was Severus Snape’s first solstice, and he felt very out of place. The group of men opposite him reminded him of a flock of fine birds. Lucius was the crowning jewel; with his finery and his long white hair he looked like the regal peacocks of Malfoy manor. Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange resembled two masked owls with pale faces and eyes like black pits. And Antonin Dolohov’s long, straight nose was perfect for aiming his sharp hawk’s eyes at his prey.

In contrast, Severus knew that his threadbare robes and uneven features gave him the appearance of scarecrow. He dropped his eyes, ashamed of the contrast between himself and the other men. As Severus gazed at the blazing Yule log, there was a flash in the sky.

When Severus looked up, his jaw dropped. A group of black-clad huntsmen thundered past. But they did not tread on the ground. Their great steeds trod on the air, and their dark hounds leapt from treetop to treetop.

Severus wildly looked around to see if anyone else had noticed the Wild Hunt. The other men continued to laugh and jockey for position. Only Abraxas Malfoy looked at the sky. The older man glanced at Severus, and then he looked again. Abraxas missed nothing: the greasy hair, the misshapen nose, and the second-hand robes. By the time his eyes returned to Severus’s face, the younger man was flushed with shame.

Abraxas nodded gravely and said, “Lucius was right about you. You are extraordinary.”

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