Who: Harry and Snape What: a meeting, as requested by Snape. When: Sunday evening. Where: by the pond where Godric's sword was delivered. Warnings: TBA Status: Incomplete
It had taken Harry completely aback when the silver doe had appeared, out of nowhere, and spoken in Snape's voice. It was definitely Snape; Harry wouldn't mistake his voice for anyone else's. But it wasn't the shock of hearing Snape's voice again that had startled him so much.
That doe had been their helper. Harry had been glad to see it the few times it had come, had hoped to see it again during a lot of dark times on his journey - had been incredibly happy to see it at first, before hearing its message. That conflicted with his idea of Snape, whom he had never trusted. But Dumbledore and the others had always insisted that Snape could be trusted, and if this wasn't proof of that, Harry wasn't sure what was.
Nevertheless, he was still nervous when he arrived at the place Snape had indicated. Even if Snape could be trusted, that didn't mean that he had good news (did good news even exist anymore?) or that this would be a pleasant encounter. Harry Apparated a little ways away from the place, rather, so that he could scan the area and approach cautiously. He had tried to land far enough away that the crack of him appearing wouldn't be discernible from other nighttime sounds, but the forest here was so quiet that he wasn't sure he had succeeded.
It was dark, too, and Harry lit his wand, keeping it low to the ground so as not to give away his position as he walked towards the meeting place. This was, more than likely, the most dangerous thing he'd done yet.