When I’m away, I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost back on Sixth street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
“Wait for me to come home.”
After Snape almost dies in the process of saving Lily and her family from Voldemort, she comes to ask him…
Snape tensed at the sound of her voice—it had been so long, but he would never forget the sound of that voice—but he did not open his eyes, not yet; he wanted to see her, longed to drink in the sight of her, but he was afraid that if he opened his eyes, he would see that she was not really there.
"Because…because he was going to kill your son," Snape answered without looking, his voice a dry rasp. He coughed, and groped blindly at the small table next to his bed, but his hands trembled too much. He had to open his eyes.
Ducking his head low so that the black curtain of his hair half-screened the doorway, and the red-haired woman standing by it, Snape looked for the water pitcher he dimly remembered the Healers placing within his reach before they retired to let him rest. It would be several days before he was back on his feet; even with Lucius’s shield blunting the full-force of the Dark Lord’s curse, Snape had taken damage, serious damage, and was quite frankly fortunate to be alive.
How fortunate, he thought, was going to depend on what his visitor said.
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Harry Potter Opening Titles through the decade
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"And then we continued blissfully into this small but perfect piece of our forever.”