Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty Three

"Severus Snape, I hear by announce that the charges against you have been dropped. It should be said, however, that you should proceed with caution. Any more slip ups, and you will surely end up in Azkaban."

Harry blinked in surprise at Kingsley's words. He let out a deep sigh of relief, and glanced across the room to look at Hermione. She was grinning back at him, tears of joy in her eyes. Ron looked neither happy nor disappointed. He simply nodded once at Snape, then glanced at Harry for a few moments before looking away.

An Auror begrudgingly handed Snape his wand back, whispering something in his ear as he did so. Snape glared at him sharply, but said nothing.

People began to slowly file out of the courtroom. Rita Skeeter, of course, stayed. She had her camera man ready, and was no doubt waiting to pounce on Snape at her first opportunity.

Harry shook his head, and tried to ignore her. He slowly made his way down to Snape, ignoring the whispers and stares that followed him.

He should be happy, right? Snape was free, after all. But the glare Severus gave him made him feel uneasy.

When he finally reached Snape, the older wizard wasted no time putting silencing wards around them.

"How dare you?" He hissed.

Harry flinched, surprised by the other man's anger.

"What-"

"Do not play stupid with me, Potter. You know exactly what I'm talking about. How dare you show everyone those memories! The things I told you about my mother and father were in confidence! And the other ones.... I have a reputation to uphold!"

"I had to get you out of here!" Harry protested. "I didn't know what memories would be useful or not, so I just gave as many as I could!"

Snape's eyes were dark with fury.

"I will be the laughing stock of all of Britain, Potter! Have you lost your sanity?"

Harry bristled.

"I did what I had to in order to prove your innocence! Are you really going to throw a fit that you're not in Azkaban? Is your reputation more important than your life?"

"I would rather be dead then have those memories on public display!" Snape snarled.

Harry's eyes narrowed.

"You're an idiot, you know that? An idiot. How could you even say something like that?"

"I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand." Snape sneered. "You have no reputation to lose."

The words hurt Harry more than they should have. Before he could even respond, Snape had ended the silencing wards and was walking away.

Harry could see a flash from the corner of his eye, and he groaned. Rita Skeeter was photographing their argument, no doubt.

Before he could chase after Snape, who was heading towards McGonagal and Dumbledore, Hermione engulfed him in a big hug.

"Oh, Harry, you did it!" She exclaimed. "I had to admit, I didn't think they'd let him go that easy. I mean, he killed people! But I guess Kingsley knew him during the war, so maybe-"

"He hates me." Harry whispered miserably, cutting her off.

Hermione took a step back from him, frowning.

"I, er, I saw you two in a rather.... heated discussion, but I didn't think it was that bad."

"I don't think he's going to talk to me again, Hermione...."