"So, how did your lunch of doom go at the Weasley nest? Tell me all the juicy details."
Harry sighed.
"Do we really have to talk about this, Draco?"
"Yes, Harry, we absolutely do. You've been moping around all morning, and besides, what else do we have to talk about?"
"I have not been moping." Harry argued.
Draco stopped working for a moment, giving Harry dirty look.
Harry held his hands up in surrender.
"Alright, alright. I broke up with Ginny last night."
Draco sniffed.
"Thats it? By the look on your face, I thought you accidentally killed someone."
"I just feel guilty."
"You shouldn't. It was the right thing to do. You claimed you didn't love her anymore, so it's probably for the best you broke things off."
"I know. It still sucks though. What about you? How was lunch with your mother?"
Draco grimaced.
"Less than enjoyable."
"That bad?" Harry asked, somewhat sympathetic.
"Well, father was sentenced to 25 years in Azkaban, and she's not taking the news very well."
"I'm sorry."
"No, you're not."
"You're right. I'm not sorry your father went to Azkaban. I am sorry that you and your mother have to deal with it, though."
"Potter, you always know what to say. That made me feel so much better." Draco muttered sarcastically.
Harry didn't correct him on his name this time.
The two worked in silence for about a half hour, besides the occasional muttering of spells.
At around 11 o'clock, the lab was done.
The two men stepped back to admire their handy work, and Harry noted it was nearly identical to the old one.
"Do you think Snape would approve?" Harry asked.
Draco smiled a little.
"Probably not. I'm sure he'd find something to complain about, since you rebuilt it."
Harry said nothing, feeling a strong sense of nostalgia as he glanced around the room.
"Well, Potter, do you want to start on the old storage room, and I'll start on the office?"
Harry nodded.
The old storage room was still half standing, so it shouldn't take too long to repair it.
Harry and Draco went their separate ways, and Harry stood in the middle of the destructed storage room.
Some of the bottles of ingredients still stood, and Harry carefully levitated them into the lab, where they would be safe for the time being.
He walked further back into the adjoining storage room, which held Potions instead of ingredients.
Harry was startled as a low groan came from the corner of the room. It was too dark to see what it was, so Harry murmured,
"Lumos."
He nearly dropped his wand in shock as the dark corner was lit up.
Snape was laying on top of a pile of broken viles, his neck bleeding heavily.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)
Fanfiction(140,000+ words) In the aftermath of war, Harry tries to pull his life back together. Guilty of all the blood on his hands, he seeks a way to deal with his grief. He begins to write letters to the late Severus Snape, wishing he was able to reconcil...
