Here's my first 100-word drabble. It was written with arrmaitee.
His screams fill the night.
The boy lies in the infirmary, pale in the moonlight; his lightening-shaped scar bleeding dark red.
Albus senses my approach. “Severus, how are…?” he falters.
I gaze into his cold, opaque eyes. I want to cry out… to make him taste Lupin’s spattered blood and witness my lover’s silent stoic stare as I bludgeoned him in service to the Dark Lord.
“Fine, Headmaster,” I reply instead.
“Severus,” he utters uneasily. “I didn’t mean…”
I walk away, unwilling to hear his false platitudes. He will never understand.
Only the screaming boy and I know the pain.