Chapter Text
It had been three years since the war ended. Three years since his trial. Three years all alone on the frigid streets.
Severus usually liked being alone. But now that he’d been by himself for three years, he desperately needed somebody. Somebody to hold him, tell him everything was alright. Someone to comfort him after the nightmares prevented him from sleeping. He’d never been this weak before, never needed anyone. He blamed it on the lack of suppressents. Without them he was just a weak baby.
Severus had started crying yesterday because he’d been without food for weeks. Even in his childhood that didn’t happen and he’d gone far longer without something to eat. If only he had any money, this would be different. But this was his sentence, everything taken from him, including magic.