Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Sixty

Note: Here's a nice long chapter to make up for everything! Hope you like it! :)

Harry,

I hope that you'll come to The Burrow for lunch today. It's been far too long since I've seen you! Don't bother writing back a response, if you can't come, that's a shame, but I'll understand. If you decide to come, that would be wonderful. I'd expect you and Severus here around 2 o'clock.

Love,

Molly

Harry placed the letter down with a small sigh.

He would go, of course. Now that he wasn't supposed to be horcrux hunting, he didn't have much else to do. On the other hand, he had promised to meet Draco's new assistant today, and it was too late to back out now. He could make both meetings work, though. He'd just have to cut lunch a bit short.

"Hey Sev?" He called.

Snape was downstairs working on a potion, and Harry had decided to give him some time alone. Snape had seemed so tense lately, not that he could blame him. Harry thought he might be working on a blood-replenishing potion, but he couldn't be sure. Harry figures that it didn't really matter what he was brewing, that he just needed some time with his work.

A few moments later, Snape poked his head around the kitchen doorframe. His hair was pulled back as he often wore it nowadays, and his wire-rimmed glasses sat perched on the edge of his crooked nose. Harry gave him a small smile in greeting, and wordlessly handed him the letter.

It didn't take long for Snape's mouth to morph into a scowl, and Harry fought the urge to laugh. Snape glanced up at him. He said nothing, but Harry could read the silent question he was asking.

Do I have to go?

"We can't get out of this one, Sev." He said quietly. "You said that you would check up on Ginny, anyway."

Snape pulled his glasses off his face and placed them on the kitchen table.

"Yes, I did say that, didn't I?" He replied, with a somewhat pained expression.

"Don't look so appalled." Harry laughed. "It'll have to be a quick lunch anyway. I promised Draco that I'd meet his new assistant today."

Snape froze.

"You're going out to Diagon Alley? Alone?"

Harry frowned.

"Well yeah, I do work there. I've put off work long enough, don't you think?"

Snape glanced down at his ring somewhat nervously.

"Yes, yes. I quite agree. Anyway, I have to make a quick call before we go visit The Weasley's nest."

He strode off upstairs before Harry even had the chance to respond. Harry frowned after him, worry and suspicion taking over his emotions. He fought to control his feelings though, because he knew that Snape would be able to feel them if they got too strong.

After taking a few deep breaths, he finished the last of his coffee. It didn't really matter who Snape was calling, did it? Maybe he was just ordering more potions ingredients. Yes, that must be it.

A few minutes later, Snape re-entered the kitchen. He held out his hand expectantly and said,

"Ready to go?"

Harry allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, and slowly trailed after Snape. He had seemed so... off the last few days. Was it just stress from the case, or was it something else? Unfortunately, he didn't get the chance to ask. Snape had already thrown his floo powder into the living room fireplace.