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danzanelfuocoSeverus Snape & Harry Potter - ewe, post-Deathly Hallows
Game 3 - Teiera - Drabble 200 parole
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.”
