Great story! I loved being thrown in the middle of the ghostly mystery and sharing the confusion with Severus and Harry. Poor Harry, he must have spent a lot of time in the Pensieve, watching and regretting and wishing…and Severus, having to hear about his own death and everything else from Harry. It was all quite sad, but luckily they found comfort and distraction in each other.
The bedroom scene was so full of tenderness and fragility; I loved Severus’ thoughts about the robes and about what he and Harry would be doing if they were lovers and how he provided awkward yet adequate comfort to Harry. Also, it was lovely to see Severus’ anger melt away at Harry’s words in the library. Beautiful, too. And hot!
This is an interesting idea to contemplate:
So far, his overriding conclusion was that, in his selfishness, he had forfeited all rights to the management of his life, and would therefore put it in wiser hands. The wiser hands being Dumbledore’s.
And I loved that Severus felt like this:
In fact, it made Severus feel even more despondent, as though discovering that Harry’s optimism was not endless placed a cloud over their future.