Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Sixteen

"Malfoy France Estate!" Harry yelled, throwing a handful of floo powder into his living room fireplace.

He felt a familiar tugging sensation, and then he was whisked away. He coughed as he stumbled out of the Malfoy's fireplace, and into the main sitting room. After a few moments of pulling himself together, he went off to search for Snape.

"Snape?" He called out, his hands shaking slightly.

He couldn't deny that he was nervous.

If Snape discovered that he was standing in the middle of his living room, he was sure to be furious.

There was no answer to his previous call, so he took a few steps forward.

"Snape?" He called again. "Are you here?"

Suddenly, a shadowed figure leapt out from behind the couch, and slammed Harry against the wall.

Harry let out a small "oof." as the air was knocked out of him. Snape pinned him against the sitting room wall with one hand, while his other hand aimed a wand at his chest. 

"Potter?" He hissed, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. "What are you doing here?"

"You weren't answering my letters." Harry stated, trying to sound more confident than he felt. "I had to make sure you were alright."

"Prove it." Snape snarled, his wand never leaving Harry's chest. "Prove that you're actually Harry Potter."

"What?" Harry asked, confused.

"Prove that you're not just some Ministry official polyjuiced as Potter."

Harry let out a frustrated sigh.

"Yeah, okay. Um...you gave me your memories after you were bitten by Voldemort's snake. In the memories, you showed me your conversations with Dumbledore. You showed me my mother."

Snape's shoulders relaxed slightly, and he slowly lowered his wand. He regarded Harry closely, his eyes narrowed, suspicion clear on his face.

"You got what you wanted." He hissed, his voice dangerously low. "Now leave."

Harry didn't respond for a few moments, nor did he make any moves to suggest that he was leaving. He simply took in Snape's appearance, a worried expression on his face.

Snape was much thinner than before, and even paler than usual. Large, dark circles hung under his eyes, and he looked exhausted, almost sickly.

"You don't look well..." Harry whispered, ignoring Snape's command to leave.

Snape sneered.

"Thank you for your input, Potter. I truly appreciate it. I see you're just as arrogant as ever."

Harry frowned.

"Listen, I just came here to make sure you were okay. You stopped answering my letters. I wouldn't be here if you had  just responded."

"I have no obligation to answer your retched letters." Snape spat, scowling.

"You're right, you don't have an obligation to respond. But I was worried that something bad had happened to you, and I had to make sure that you were alright."