Clear but Unquiet (G; Severus; 100 words)
Severus tried meditation, but the closest he came to giving his mind a rest was levitating over his bed in the lotus position—eating noodles while aurally bathing himself in loud, angry music. Even music, however, could not drown her screams.
Drugs could, after a fashion, but they didn't bring rest, and nor did sleep; Severus could always hear her, and he could never stop wondering why she hadn't taken the baby and run.
Potter should never have put her in such a—
Severus stopped the thought. As much as he hated Potter, it wasn't his fault.
It was mine.