Resentment
Cold shock ran through the Potions Master as he was sucked away from the memory he had been forced to relive. He blinked, his dark eyes wide with uncontrollable, livid anger. How dare Potter invade his mind, his impenetrable fortress? How had he allowed it?
His eyes rose up to Harry, and while he trembled in anger, he was pleased to see that Potter was quivering in fear and awe. However, there was a spark of smugness in his eyes.
He was proud that he had done it.
"Get out." He hissed, unable to conceal the raw emotion in his voice.
The resentment was still there, in her lovely green eyes.
Just as there always had been.