Note: Don't worry, It's almost time for Snape to get involved. Be patient ;)
Harry stood in the old Potion's storage closet, shifting through broken vials and spilled Potions. Draco was on the opposite side of the closet, going through another shelf. They were trying to selvage what Potions they could, but sadly, there wasn't much left.
Draco chattered on about something; Harry wasn't really sure what. He was tuning the blond out, turning his attention to the broken glass in front of him.
His thoughts drifted to Ron and Hermione, and he wondered if they were as miserable as he was today.
Probably not.
They enjoyed rebuilding Hogwarts. They didn't seem to remember all the terrible things that had happened here.
"Potter! Hello?" Draco called, snapping Harry out of his thoughts.
"Harry." He corrected absentmindedly.
Draco rolled his eyes.
"Harry. What's gotten into you? I've been yelling at you for the past two minutes!"
Harry let out a long sigh.
"Sorry. I guess I'm just a little tired, that's all."
"Hm. Yeah, sure, Potter."
Harry took off his glasses, running a hand over his face.
"It's just...it's hard not to think about the war. Being here, and everything."
Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Harry, I think it's hard not to think about the war in general."
Harry let out a dry, humorless laugh.
"I guess you're right. Everywhere I look, I'm reminded of that psychopath. He took everything from me."
There was a long moment of silence.
"Just try to think about something else, okay?" Draco finally said, sighing softly.
Nothing he would say could make the situation better, and he knew it.
"Yeah, alright." Harry muttered bitterly.
Draco turned away, seemingly lost in his own dark thoughts, and continued to shift through the jumbled mess of Potions.
Harry copied him, tried to push away his thoughts, and reached for a dark red potion sitting at the back of the shelf he was halfway through organizing.
He didn't recognize the potion, so he turned it around to read the label.
He spun the bottle slowly in his fingers, and then let out a small gasp. His fingers started to shake, and he nearly dropped the bottle.
"Anti-venom..." he whispered.
Draco turned around.
"Did you say something?"
Harry was frozen in place, his back to Draco, face pale.
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Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)
Fiksi Penggemar(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...
