Pairing: HarrySeverus (platonic)
Prompt: 741. Cold whispers
Word count: 301
Cold Whispers
"Can't sleep, Potter?"
Harry froze, turning to face the cold, sly face of the Potions professor. Even in the dark corridor and under the disguise of the Invisibility Cloak, nothing escaped Severus Snape.
"Just going for an evening stroll," Harry answered casually, removing the Cloak.
Severus' lips curled up at the corners. "Now, Potter, you are out after dark…."
Harry smiled. "I know, Professor, but what is an old, dear friend of my mother's going to do about it?"
Severus' face paled at the mention of Lily, but he merely nodded and indicated that Harry should enter his quarters in the dungeon.
Harry obliged, throwing the Cloak over a chair as he did.
"Professor, as you know, it is my mum and dad's anniversary of their deaths in a week. I'd like to do something to honour their memory." This was a conversation student and teacher had had since Harry started at Hogwarts, four years ago. Without the knowledge of even Ron and Hermione, Harry would go to Snape to remember his parents – or in Severus' instance, Lily.
Oddly, and unbeknownst to others, the pair had formed a rather warm friendship. It hadn't started friendly, but the memory and the years had brought them closer to each other.
"I see." Severus' voice had darkened – become cold – now.
"What do you suggest we do?" Harry continued.
"I don't know," Severus answered coldly; his voice had turned into a whisper now, the pain of that day haunting him as it did every day.
Harry nodded. This was the same every year.
"I'll be at yours at the usual time," Harry stated. He left the cold dungeons and as he walked away – the Cloak back over him – he heard Snape whisper. It was barely audible, but it was still there.
Here we go again.
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