Part 2 the curtain followed, wiggling over the blanket and wrapping itself around him in a full-body hug. Snape banished the gaudy monstrosity to a corner of the bedroom, grumbling "Try that again and next time it'll be Incendio." At least it took that hint and stayed away, more or less. Though it tended to wriggle from room to room after Snape, and wave its corner at him with a hopeful jingle of rings every time he glanced its way.
::flails:: It’s alive! Aliiiiiiiiive!! Hmph, how weird.
But luckily, St. Mungo's said I'm as healthy as they could make me. Even gave me my wand and my broom back. And the Order of Merlin.
Harry is Cured. This is good.
I'm even dreaming about him now! And I'm looking forward to his visits far too much. If I'm not careful, I'll be all put out if he doesn't come in for tea, or something else completely daft. Just because he made all sorts of idiotic promises, and managed not to treat me like a walking plague. Very well, I'll use his first name more from now on, but that's all. Just because his hero obsession isn't quite so revolting when it's exerted on my behalf, it's no reason to behave like some Demented housewife. What's next, rushing out the door to welcome him home?
Snape’s talking-to was bloody hilarious.
the pair of patronuses dancing around Harry and each other, striking silver sparks with their hooves. … it darkened and coiled, forming an immense serpent of shadow and silver. The experience had tamed that fear with knowledge – that if he could survive this, he could survive just about anything – and had transformed it into powerful protection.
::impressed:: Harry’s has both the stag and doe patronuses and Snape now has an immense serpent one based on the one that almost killed him. How apropos.
Snapes’s adventures in Camden – T-shirt and jeans!, using his curse to earn money, rock music – was enthralling. I was much bemused by it all, seeing such a different Snape then normal.
Instead of a signature there was a stick figure of a leaping doe, as if he would've had any doubt by now about who'd left it. The monitoring charms he'd recently cast on his doorstep showed that Harry had raced up to it around noon, knocked, rattled the doorknob, peered in every possible window, sat on the doorstep for awhile amusing himself by transfiguring pebbles to chalk, and left about an hour later, tentatively heading back toward the mill.
::lol:: Harry is so endearing.
"Yeah, that too. It was lonely. No windows, just white padded walls. So bloody silent, even when I yelled … whenever they cut the Lumos, it was pitch black, and that's when all that dark, scary stuff, everything I'd tried so hard to get rid of, rose up all around me and closed in. I needed those patronuses then, both of them, and they were... well, not someone to talk to, but still someone there. They chased the dark away."
::wibbles:: Poor Harry.
Even after he was gone, Snape still felt the brief, tingling brush of Harry's fingers over hypersensitive skin, still saw the way Harry's impish smile lit up his whole face.
::bounces:: He’s falling in lurve, yes? And later, the two go out for dinner and a concert date. Good, things are moving along nicely.
"Your hair's cool spiked!"
Snape had spiked hair in his youth?! ::mind boggles::
"Tell me she's lying."
::wails:: I’m sure it’s not what you think, Severus!
"Yeah, well, I'm not her slave." Harry replied flatly, "I'm a spy."
See, see!
"I just want you." There was no need of Legilimency, the wordless chant of 'Severus...' 'So much...' 'Let me...', was so clear in Harry's expression it was practically audible.