“I’m glad you’re my dad,” said Harry.

“I'm equally pleased. Perhaps now you'll finally listen.”

“James would be rolling in his grave.”

“Yes, how delightful.”

Harry chuckled.

Snape smiled. “Your mother would be proud.”

“Yeah. You’ve told me lots of times.”

“Have I?”

Harry nodded.

“One more time would not hurt.”

Harry nodded again. No, it wouldn’t hurt.

“You’ve made me proud too.”

“I learned from the best.”

“Of course you did.”

Harry smirked and closed his eyes.

“I love you, Harry,” Snape whispered.

Harry was already deep in slumber, but Snape knew that the feeling was mutual.