Promise me a place in your house of memories

HARRY POTTER 

Snarry
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It flashes before his eyes - not his life, Harry is not in danger, Snape doesn't have his wand raised against him, he doesn't even know he's here with Dumbledore in the Astronomy Tower. It flashes before his eyes - Harry in the dungeons, Harry clutching the Half-Blood Prince's book and pleading, Snape snarling and hissing and grudgingly giving in, touches that linger a tad too much, Harry blushing, his heart fluttering in his chest. Snape snatching his hand back, Harry nodding and looking away. There was something there, he knew, something in the way he waited for the class to fill out to give Snape his essay,  something in the way he kept clinging to the man, asking for help in his potions. Something in the way Snape allowed him to stay. 

Snape raises his wand and Harry can't move in the spell Dumbledore has cast on him. Snape raises his wand, and "Please, Severus," says the Headmaster, and "Avada Kedavra," says Snape.   

It flashes before his eyes - but that has happened in a place that never existed, in a time they stole, minutes and hours that were never supposed to have happened in the first place. 

Kettle

HARRY POTTER 

Severus Snape & Harry Potter - ewe, post-Deathly Hallows 

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Severus puts the kettle on before the boy can even knock at his door. 

He's not a boy, not anymore, and he's not unwelcome, even though Severus would prefer to bury himself in academics - potions and spells never judged him. 

Severus waves his wand to open his wards to Potter's presence, as he prepares the tea leaves. When the door opens at his touch, Potter looks surprised, even more, when Severus doesn't throw him out on the spot. 

“Hello, Professor - uh. Headmaster.”

Snape turns and places the kettle on the desk between them. The boy shifts on his feet, and Severus serves the tea, placing a cup in front of him. He senses his discomfort, and he takes a little reassurance in knowing that Potter is just as anxious as him. 

“Sit, Potter, I know you have questions. I'll answer.”  

“You will?”  

Severus represses the instinct of denying him, of throwing him out. But he's not a coward, and Potter saved him - saved them all - and he deserves to know the truth from more than bloodied memories spilled on his deathbed. 

“I will,” he nods and sips the tea, “I owe you as much.”