Snape/Harry: Reparo
Tear-filled green eyes.
That was what he kept coming back to, over and over again. The accusing look that hurt so much more than the hatred he’d been shown when Harry was a child. What does a child know of hate?
Now Harry was a man. Now he knew hate, and it hurt most that he couldn’t find it in his eyes. Betrayal, and pain, and anger and sadness and regret and lo…
No matter how many time he replayed the moment in his head, he couldn’t find hate.
Hate would make it so much easier.
He swilled the scotch around in the glass and smiled faintly, pointing his left hand at his heart.
“Reparo.”
That was what he kept coming back to, over and over again. The accusing look that hurt so much more than the hatred he’d been shown when Harry was a child. What does a child know of hate?
Now Harry was a man. Now he knew hate, and it hurt most that he couldn’t find it in his eyes. Betrayal, and pain, and anger and sadness and regret and lo…
No matter how many time he replayed the moment in his head, he couldn’t find hate.
Hate would make it so much easier.
He swilled the scotch around in the glass and smiled faintly, pointing his left hand at his heart.
“Reparo.”