Hey Rachel, I saw this late last night, but I lost Internet, cable, phones, everything until just now. You did very good with this oneshot. It would be interesting to see this version played out to the end. It would be hard to do, but I think you are capable of doing a great job of it. I'm sure I understand if you don't, but if you do ever decide to continue it on, let me know so I can read it.
This bit is very well written, and I love the way you handled Harry and his willingness to hear Snape out, without wasting time arguing.
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“It was never my intention to take you to him, Potter.” I saw the astonishment flit across his face.
“Then what is your intention?”
“I came to tell you the truth, Harry.” Again, surprise flashed across his features but this time it was because I used his first name. I drew a flask from my pocket and put my wand to my temple and began to draw out memories: memories that would explain everything. But to do that, those memories had to start at the beginning. He needed to see everything before he could understand anything.
“Take these memories—my memories—to Dumbledore’s office. Take them to the Pensieve and watch them. Watch everything before you do anything. Try not to hate me any more than you already do. Go straight there. No detours.” I could see him relax slightly when I referred to the office as Dumbledore’s rather than mine. But his guard was still up and I understood why. He turned to leave but I grabbed hold of his arm. I had one favor to ask of him.
Very nicely done, Rachel
