Falling

The Grand Master of the Wizengamot appeared bewildered and concerned. The old sorcerer stared at the lost figure, who sat with his back straight on the Accusation Chair in the middle of the courtroom.

A threadbare frock coat covered the emaciated body, his pale cheeks were sunken, the raven hair falling stringily into his gaunt face.

There had been a heated debate and a secret ballot. But it did not turn out at all as the public expected. Reckoning that not a single witch or wizard would be found to raise an argument in Severus Snape's defense.

They had been thoroughly mistaken.

This is a story about recovery and healing, about coming to peace with the past, discovering one's true abilities, strengths and powers – and maybe even something completely unexpected ...