Notes: So I know most fics depict Snape's Parents as being dead, but I wanted to do something different. In this fic, his parents are very much alive, and are included in the plot later.
"I just think it's weird that I never saw the thestrals before Cedric died. I technically saw my mother die, didn't I?" Harry asked, still sitting across from Snape in the living room.
Snape let out a long sigh.
"I don't have an answer to that, Potter." He murmured quietly, never taking his attention off of the book in front of him.
Harry frowned, and turned to watch the rain pound against the living room window for a few moments.
He thought about his parents for awhile. His father would probably be rolling in his grave if he knew that Harry was living with Snape. Harry smiled a little at the thought.
Snape noticed Harry smiling out of the corner of his eye, and sneered.
"What are you so happy about?" He asked.
Harry shrugged.
"I was just thinking about my father."
A look of disgust took over Snape's features.
"Of course you are." He muttered bitterly, turning his attention back to his book.
"I was thinking about how he would react to us living together."
Snape immediately stiffened.
"We are not living together." He snapped. "This is a temporary situation."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. Temporary or not, you're still living here."
Snape shook his head angrily, but didn't say anything else about the matter.
After a few moments of silence, Harry asked,
"What were your parents like?"
Snape froze midway through flipping to the next page of his book.
"Why do you ask....?" He replied, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Harry shrugged.
"I was just curious."
Snape was silent for a moment, looking thoughtful. He got up after awhile, and swept out of the room without explanation.
Harry frowned, wondering if he would come back.
Sure enough, about 5 minutes later, Snape appeared with a small black box. He placed it on the coffee table in front of Harry, who quickly put his book down and curiously leaned forward towards Snape.
Snape took the top of the box off, and pulled out a picture of a young witch. She appeared to be in her early twenties.
"This is my mother, Eileen Prince." Snape stated.
Harry jumped, startled.
"Eileen?" He asked.
Snape nodded, an eyebrow raised in question. Harry flushed in embarrassment.
"Oh, it's just, my owls name is Eileen." He explained awkwardly.
"Indeed...." Snape replied slowly.
"Sorry." Harry apologized. "Go on."
Snape eyed him for another moment before continuing.
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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...
