Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Seven

"Harry dear! It's wonderful to see you again!" Rita Skeeter chirped.

Harry wished he could say the same about her.

He only felt slightly guilty that if he hadn't needed this article printed, he would have never talked to Rita Skeeter again.

"Hello, Rita." He responded politely. "Please come in."

Her grin made him physically nauseous.

She entered the house, sitting down in his favorite chair.

Trying not to scowl, he asked,

"Would you like some tea?"

Rita waved a hand dismissively.

"No, I'd much rather we get started talking about you. Your letter was quite intriguing."

Harry sat down on the couch across from her, sitting straight and rigid.

"Yes, I figured you'd pounce on the chance to get an exclusive interview."

She leaned forward, eyes narrowing.

"Indeed. So what's the catch? I know you wouldn't give this to me for nothing."

"You're right. I want you to write an article about something else as well."

"And what would that be?" She asked, head cocked to the side.

"Severus Snape's innocence."

Rita visibly paled a little, and there was a moment of silence. She mentally went over her options.

Honestly, she had never really been afraid to write controversial pieces, so why start now? On the other hand, she was getting a little tired of dealing with angry Ministry officials knocking on her door, not to mention the angry fan mail.

But then again, who would pay attention to this other article when she had an exclusive interview with the chosen one?

"Deal." She finally agreed.

"Right. Let's get started then. I want you to write the article about Snape first, and then let me read it. I want to approve it before I give you an interview."

Rita sighed dramatically, pulling out her quick notes quill.

"Of course. Now, why don't you tell me everything you want me to write down. I won't ask any questions, you can just talk."

Harry raised an eyebrow, suspicious at her cooperation.

Pulling his face back into a blank mask, he began to gather his thoughts.

After a moment of thinking, he began to speak.

"I'm not quite sure where to start. Well, he was my Potions professor, obviously. My first year at Hogwarts, he probably saved my life. One of the other professors tried to kill me during a quidditch match, but Snape was there with the counter curse.

A lot of the time, he acted like he didn't care, but I know that's not true. During my third year, I was out after curfew. I got into a dangerous situation with a werewolf, and Snape didn't hesitate to put himself between me and danger.