Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Five

Note: I'm so incredibly excited for this chapter, it's ridiculous. I've been planning this chapter for weeks now, so I hope you like it. We're finally starting to get to the good stuff ;)

(Don't get too excited though)

Snape ran through the woods, branches tearing at his robes and scratching his skin. It didn't matter though. He had to get out of there. The other Aurors could come at any second.

He shouldn't have left. He knew he shouldn't have left, but he had been so bloody tired of dealing with Potter. Why was it always Potter?

His breath came out in pants as he surveyed the area around him. Perhaps he was just being paranoid. There was no way the Aurors would know that he had killed someone. His wand was untraceable, he had made sure of it. The Ministry wouldn't find him, as long as he found somewhere to hide. But that was the problem, wasn't it? He had no place to go. Even if he did, he hadn't taken any of his belongings with him from Grimmauld Place, something that he would admit was a very foolish mistake.

Snape knew he had to go back to collect his belongings, but how could he face Potter like this? He was still beyond furious that the boy had attempted to control him. Though he was angry, a very small part of him was somewhat impressed. He never thought that Harry had it in him. Merlin, Potter had cast the imperious curse on him with no hesitation whatsoever.

Yes, Snape knew he had to briefly return to Grimmauld Place, even though the mere thought of the house sickened him. Returning to Potter would be the same as admitting defeat, and Severus Snape did not admit defeat.

He glanced up towards the sky, taking in the sunset. He would just have to be careful, that was all. He would wait for nightfall, sneak into the house, then sneak out again. Harry would never have to know he had been there.

Satisfied with his plan, he began to clear his previous tracks through the woods. He didn't get very far though, as dark colored owl interrupted him. Snape recognized the owl as Harry's immediately, and scowled. Potter and his damned letters.

The Owl landed on his shoulder, and he roughly pulled the letter off her leg. He unrolled the scroll, then rolled his eyes. It was such a typical thing for Potter to say.

Please come home. I'm sorry.

The letter wasn't signed or addressed to anyone, but it didn't need to be. Snape stared at the familiar handwriting in front of him, a disgusted look on his face.

Potter wanted nothing more than to control him, and he had no intentions of returning.

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Harry sat at the kitchen table, staring into a cup of coffee. The coffee wasn't warm anymore, and Harry wasn't quite sure how long he had been sitting there. A few hours, maybe?

The Daily Prophet was spread out on the table in front of him. He had read the article on the front cover at least a dozen times, and it wasn't helping his anxiety at all.

Auror Celisel Callahan Found Dead!
By: Rita Skeeter

On Wednesday, January 28th, Auror Callahan was found murdered in the middle of Willow Forest. Ministry officials are still looking into the case, but they have reason to believe that Ex-Death Eaters are behind the murder.

Callahan himself was on a very special case; locating a group of terrorists that remain loyal to You-Know-Who. Callahan's partner, Adria Garcia, claims that it's her fault that he's dead.