"What complete rubbish!" Harry exploded, staring down at the newspaper in front of him with disgust. "I wouldn't know the first thing about tracking down a criminal."
Snape raised an eyebrow.
"Really?" He drawled. "Because if I'm not mistaken, it was your job to track down several dark artifacts during the war."
"The horcruxes were different!" Harry argued. "Besides, Hermione did most of the work anyways."
Snape snorted quietly.
"I cannot say that I'm surprised. Though I do wish I had been able to assist you more with your battle against the horcruxes."
Harry glanced down at the newspaper in front of him once more.
"It doesn't matter anymore, that's in the past now, right?" He paused, staring at the picture of Ron in his Auror robes on the front page. "I don't know why Ron doesn't just ask Hermione for help. She could probably have the case solved in a matter of days."
Snape narrowed his eyes, seemingly unconvinced.
"While I will not argue with the fact that she is intelligent, she does not think like a dark wizard."
Harry shrugged.
"Maybe not, but knowing her, she'd find a way to learn how to think like a dark wizard."
Snape smirked slightly.
"Ah, I don't doubt that. But something tells me that Mr. Weasley would not leap at the idea of puting his pregnant wife in danger."
Harry's eyes widened a little.
"Oh, Merlin! I completely forgot that they're expecting! Poor Ron, he must be under so much stress...."
"If he wanted a stress free life, he should not have chosen an Auror as his profession."
Harry sighed.
"Do you think I should offer my help? I mean, I'm sure everyone expects me to do something now, no thanks to Skeeter." He wrinkled up his nose, a bitter expression on his face.
Snape gave him a slight look of alarm, and quickly shook his head.
"Absolutely not! It could be a trap. If this really is one of the last remaining Death Eaters, they'll do anything in their power to make sure you're dead or out of the way."
Harry frowned.
"But what if I could help? I feel bad just sitting around doing nothing. Am I supposed to just sit around and watch innocent people die?"
"You said it yourself. You wouldn't be much help in a case like this anyway. Just leave it to the Aurors, alright? They'll catch the killer eventually."
Harry took a long sip of his coffee.
"Do you think things will be better after they catch the killer? I mean, almost every other week there's been something in the newspapers about Ex-Death Eaters! It's been almost a year since the war ended, and they're still on the loose. You wouldn't think that they'd be such a problem still."
Snape sighed wearily.
"Followers of the Dark Lord are very creative and resourceful. I cannot say I'm surprised that some have managed to escape imprisonment for so long."
"I just want it to be over...." Harry murmured.
Snape hesitated, then placed a pale, calloused hand on top of Harry's. Harry glanced up in surprise, and Snape nodded slowly, showing his agreement.
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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...
