Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty Nine

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The next few minutes were chaos. Snape was shrinking all of his belongings and shoving them under the cupboard. Harry was shaking, unable to look away from Pansy and her bloodied corpse.

After Snape had finished shoving his belongings under the cupboard, he turned to face Harry.

"Call the Aurors." He commanded gently. "Everything will be okay."

Harry nodded numbly, and watched Snape crawl into the cupboard. The two wizards shared a long, tired look as Snape began to get comfortable.

"It will be alright." Snape reassured him again.

With that, he shut the door, and the cupboard seemed to disappear. Harry knew better though, as he could hear Severus quietly mumbling a few protective spells. A few seconds later, there was silence, and Harry knew that Snape had raised the silencing wards.

Harry took a deep breath, and then fire called the ministry.

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Aurors and healers swarmed Grimmauld Place only ten minutes later.

Ron and Hermione burst in a few seconds later, both of them in their work uniforms.

"HARRY!" Ron yelled, making a beeline towards him.

Hermione caught sight of Pansy's limp body, and immediately began to sob.

"Oh, Harry!" She cried. "What happened?"

"She tried to kill me." Harry replied dryly, his voice an emotionless void.

People were beginning to swarm around Harry, asking if he was alright. His breathing came out harsh and shallow, and he struggled to stand upright.

Hermione quickly guided Harry to a kitchen chair, then shoved a cup of water into his hands. He gulped it down quickly, still struggling to breathe.

Kingsley approached Harry quietly, a solemn expression on his face.

"Harry." He greeted quietly. "I think it's time that you explained what happened."

Harry nodded, trying to ignore all the other Aurors. They were busy fixing the damage that had been done to his house, as well as taking pictures of Pansy's body. He suppressed a shudder, then turned to face Kingsley once more.

"Weasley, take notes." Kingsley commanded, before Harry got the chance to say anything.

Ron flipped open a small notebook and sat down across from Harry.

"Go on then, Mate." He encouraged quietly.

Harry nodded again, trying to push away the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.

"This morning, my godson, Teddy, was staying with me. His grandmother, Andromeda Tonks, picked him up around 10 am. Almost as soon as she left, Pansy Parkinson fire called me. She asked if I wanted to have lunch, and then told me that Draco Malfoy, my boss, had said that I could take the day off work."

Kingsley nodded, encouraging him to go on, and Ron scribbled furiously.

"I agreed to have lunch with her. I asked if she wanted to go to Diagon Alley for lunch, but she said that it was too noisy and that she'd rather eat here. I agreed, and she told me she'd come back in two hours."