"They can't be serious," Severus heard an all too familiar voice from the entrance of Flourish and Blotts. He sighed. Of course, of all the investigators the Department sent it had to be him. Severus shouldn't have bothered to get out of bed that morning -the day had gone downhill from minute one.
"Is this the punishment for what happened in the interrogation room last week?" The voices still hadn't come closer to where he was sitting with the bloody clerk. That morning it had started with there being no tea in the house. Then, naturally, he just had to run into his neighbour, who was just too bloody nosey for her own good. And that was before he even had the chance to have breakfast. Then he'd come here, as it was tradition, to treat himself with a book or seven, only to be robbed. Him. Robbed.
"Well, Harry, you did assault the guy."
Severus perked up at that. He shouldn't be surprised, really, that Potter's primal side was showing again.
"He had murdered two children, for Merlin's sake! Who cares if the bastard has one black eye?"
Severus's face darkened. Maybe he had judged Potter too quickly. He probably would have done the same, he thought. Then Potter came around the bookshelf obscuring Severus and the clerk from the entrance and stopped dead.
"Snape? What are you doing here?"
Severus unfolded himself from the chair and stood to tower over Potter. "Waiting for you to get your arses here. I was told that as a witness, I'm supposed to stay at the scene of crime."
The Auror next to Potter scoffed. "You? A witness?"
"Shut up, Jenkins," Potter snapped and Severus felt a little bit grateful, perhaps. Potter turned to Severus. "We haven't seen each other for a while, haven't we?"
"No, we haven't." Not since that disastrous date they had half a year ago. Minerva had made him go, Potter had drunk too much, and Severus had showered him with insults. The evening had not, as one might have thought, ended with them tumbling into bed together.
"They can't be serious," Severus heard an all too familiar voice from the entrance of Flourish and Blotts. He sighed. Of course, of all the investigators the Department sent it had to be him. Severus shouldn't have bothered to get out of bed that morning -the day had gone downhill from minute one.
"Is this the punishment for what happened in the interrogation room last week?" The voices still hadn't come closer to where he was sitting with the bloody clerk. That morning it had started with there being no tea in the house. Then, naturally, he just had to run into his neighbour, who was just too bloody nosey for her own good. And that was before he even had the chance to have breakfast. Then he'd come here, as it was tradition, to treat himself with a book or seven, only to be robbed. Him. Robbed.
"Well, Harry, you did assault the guy."
Severus perked up at that. He shouldn't be surprised, really, that Potter's primal side was showing again.
"He had murdered two children, for Merlin's sake! Who cares if the bastard has one black eye?"
Severus's face darkened. Maybe he had judged Potter too quickly. He probably would have done the same, he thought. Then Potter came around the bookshelf obscuring Severus and the clerk from the entrance and stopped dead.
"Snape? What are you doing here?"
Severus unfolded himself from the chair and stood to tower over Potter. "Waiting for you to get your arses here. I was told that as a witness, I'm supposed to stay at the scene of crime."
The Auror next to Potter scoffed. "You? A witness?"
"Shut up, Jenkins," Potter snapped and Severus felt a little bit grateful, perhaps. Potter turned to Severus. "We haven't seen each other for a while, haven't we?"
"No, we haven't." Not since that disastrous date they had half a year ago. Minerva had made him go, Potter had drunk too much, and Severus had showered him with insults. The evening had not, as one might have thought, ended with them tumbling into bed together.
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