I love how you wrapped this around 'beginnings', and without getting mired in detail, you told a story of ever-increasing frustration and heartbreak. I love the way you phrase things, your choice/combination of words, and this is one of my favorites: And if one more word slipped out of Severus’ mouth, Harry’s heart was going to slip out of the gash in his chest and end up in a puddle on the floor, and Severus was going to grind his heel into it, until it was a gross mushy stain against the worn blue carpet.
Honestly, I wasn't expecting your ending; I figured there'd be some sort of 'compromise' with circumstances, but you left me with a great feeling. Beautifully done! (clicks to memories)