Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Fifty Eight

"Harry!"

Snape lunged towards the vial a potion too late. He watched with helplessness and rage as the black liquid swirled down Harry's throat.

Without thinking, he slammed Harry against the wall with a snarl. Harry flinched, but did not cower away. If anything, he looked more determined then he had just a few moments ago.

"You foolish brat! I told you it wasn't safe!"

Harry pried Snape's hands off his arms and took a step forward.

"I had to, Severus! And besides, if something goes wrong, I know that you could brew me the antidote!"

Snape struggled to maintain his composure. He took several deep breaths, his chest heaving.

"There is no antidote, don't you understand that? I don't even know when the potion will wear off, or if it will wear off!"

There was a loud crack! And the two wizards stumbled backwards as an electric current swept up their arms.

Fear. Anger. Determination. Betrayal.

"Damn it all, I hate this bloody bond!" Snape snapped irritably, pushing himself to his feet.

"Yes, how terrible!" Harry spat. "Having to feel my emotions once and awhile!"

"I didn't sign up for this, Potter! And yes, I don't feel like being zapped to the ground every time one of us has a particularly strong emotion!"

"You're making a big deal out of nothing!"

"The bond is irrelevant right now." Snape growled. "We were discussing your reckless behavior before we were interrupted."

"I wasn't reckless! We both know that it was the right choice! You said there isn't an antidote? Well, I trust you to invent one! You're brilliant, Severus! Do you think I could save you if I needed to? I can't invent potions like you do!"

Snape took several deep, heaving breaths.

"That's just fine and well, isn't it? You can just sit back and let me worry about everything, and let me brew a complicated potion that no one else has ever brewed before."

"We don't even need it, Sev! I'm fine!"

"You're exactly the same as you were a year ago!" Snape spat. "Do you remember when you wrote me a letter saying that you had changed? Well you were wrong. You're still as foolish and stubborn and as willing to die as ever."

Harry bristled.

"You think I want to die? I'm so tired, Severus. I want everything to be over, and if I'm the only person that can end all of this, then so be it."

"But you're not." Snape retorted softly, an almost distraught expression on his face. "You don't have to do it anymore."

Harry shook his head.

"After this, I'll be done. I promise. But I... I have to do this. And I already took the potion, so we might as well start making plans."

Snape ran a hand over his face.

"Get me Weasley." He commanded, in an almost resigned tone. "We need to talk."

*****

Ron stepped through the fireplace, a grim expression on his face. He looked almost as tired as he felt, and it was clear that he had lost quite a bit of weight.

He made his way to the kitchen, where Snape stood waiting.

"Harry told me what happened." Ron murmured. "I'm not going to say wether or not I agree with him, but what's done is done."