“Yeah, I get it,” Harry said raggedly, looking away from Snape’s fierce gaze, “I just… it’s not safe for you to do that. I could hurt you when I’m like this – I
have hurt you before.”
Snape jerked his head in a dismissive gesture, “Hardly more than a few bruises, Potter. I can’t expect you to recognize me when you are in this sort of state, you don’t even recognize yourself. Occlumancy is the only solution to drawing you out of your suffering. I will not argue with you about it again.”
“You could die,” Harry protested quietly, looking up at the man and feeling the edges of the wooden chair press into his thin shoulders and back, “I’m not a child anymore, Snape, I know that this could kill you.”
“Then it kills me,” Snape responded flatly.
Takes Place: 8 - Post Hogwarts (young adult Harry)
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Snape flavour: Snape Comforts
Tags: Injured!Harry
Categories: Fic Fests > Tri-Writing Tournament 2019 > Round Two