Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty Six

Notes: I can't believe we're over 80k words! It's almost time for things to start happening between Sev and Harry, and I'm so excited. Thank you so much for sticking with me so far. I absolutely loved reading the comments on last chapter.

Harry fidgeted nervously as he apparated in front of his house. His fingers automatically went to stroke a metal bracelet that was no longer there, and he swore quietly under his breath. Damn Neville and his bracelet-eating plants.

Grimmauld Place appeared dark and empty to any normal person passing by, but Harry knew better. He could see the faint fluttering of the front curtains, alerting him of Snape's presence. And Merlin, did he dread Snape's presence.
There was no doubt that Snape would remind him that he would be leaving soon, and he wasn't sure if he could handle having that conversation again.

With a sigh, Harry pushed open the front door. It creaked loudly, and he grimaced slightly. The door had never been the same since the Death Eaters had blown it up.

He trudged towards the living room where he knew Snape would be, an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

When he arrived in the living room, his eyes immediately landed on Snape. The older wizard stood stiffly, his body facing the front window. His pale fingers held back a small section of curtain as he peered out the window. Harry wasn't quite sure what he was looking at.

Snape didn't turn around when Harry entered the room, but he was almost certainly aware of his presence.

There was a long moment of silence. Snape stood rigid and still, while Harry began to feel more and more helpless all the while.

He hated it.

"Potter." Snape finally murmured, breaking the silence.

Harry hated everything about the situation. He hated the tense silence, the fact that Snape was leaving, and the way that he had just called him Potter.

"Did you oblivate him?" Snape questioned, still not turning around.

"You know I didn't." Harry replied bitterly.

"Of course. I was foolish to think otherwise." Snape replied cooly.

His fingers brushed against the curtain ever so slightly, and Harry wanted to scream.

Look at me! A voice in his mind commanded. Don't you dare walk out on me! Not now!

But he didn't say any of that.

"You're being selfish." Harry said instead.

Snape whirled around, his black eyes gleaming. Although he looked furious, Harry couldn't help but feel somewhat satisfied. At least Snape was looking at him now.

"Do enlighten me, Potter." He spat angrily. "Because the way I see it, I'm acting in the name of self preservation."

"It's not self preservation!" Harry exploded. "If you'd just come out to The Ministry, I could protect you! You'd be safe! But instead, you decide to hide away from the world, and it doesn't matter if you hurt other people while you do it!"

"And who is it that I'm hurting, hm? I'm simply doing what's best for me."

Me! Harry wanted to scream. You're hurting me!