Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty One

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Harry woke up the next morning around noon. He couldn't believe that he had slept so long. In fact, he had slept just a little longer than 12 hours.

He pushed himself out of bed, his joints  popping, then stretched for a few seconds.

He began to throw on some clothes as he debated what he should do for the day. As it was Saturday, he didn't have work, so he'd probably be bored out of his mind. He could go to the Weasley's for dinner, but he found the idea of dealing with Ginny unappealing.

He could smell the scent of coffee from downstairs, and his stomach growled.

Maybe he would just stay home today. It was already noon, and he really needed to study for his potion's mastery.

With his mind made up, he finished getting dressed and made his way down to the kitchen. He was surprised to see that Snape wasn't there, nor in the living room. Harry guessed he was in the basement, working on an experiment.

There was a freshly brewed pot of coffee on the counter, and Harry decided to pour himself a mug. He let out a delighted groan as the warm beverage hit his tongue. Despite sleeping for over 12 hours, he still felt exhausted.

After draining his mug, he turned on the stove a scrambled a few eggs. He didn't really love eggs, but his food supply was running dangerously low. With a sigh, he decided to go shopping after he ate something.

So much for staying home and studying, He thought grumpily.

He poked at the eggs with a spatula, and decided they were done. He plated them messily, dropping about a third of them on the ground. He sighed, and muttered, "Depulso."

The eggs on the floor flew towards the trashcan, and Harry sat down to eat. He wasted no time, eager to get his shopping over with.

He supposed he could just send Kreacher, but then he'd have to deal with the grumpy house elf. After the war, Kreacher had retreated to the attic, and no one had really seen him since.

Harry wondered briefly if the elf had died up there, then quickly dismissed the thought. He often heard  weird noises coming from the attic, so it was rather unlikely.

He glanced out the window, gaging the weather. It was cloudy, but at least it wasn't raining or snowing.

He wondered briefly if he should go downstairs to tell Snape he was leaving, but he decided against it. Snape hated to be interrupted during brewing, and Harry wasn't really in the mood to be hexed. Instead, he opted to scribble a short note and leave it next to the coffee counter.

Going out to Diagon Alley for some groceries. Don't blow anything up while I'm gone.
-Harry

He could practically see Snape's face while reading the note, and he grinned as he threw on his cloak and walked out the front door.

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Harry arrived at Diagon Alley 5 minutes later. It was colder than he had expected, and he wrapped his cloak around him tightly.

He could see Draco walking around his apothecary, clearly arguing about something with a customer.

Harry snorted and continued walking. He debated stoping by Weasleys'  Wizard Wheezes to see George, but decided against it. It was always hard to face George after Fred had died. It just felt so wrong.