The 'story' part of my Survey fic
Severus Snape was grading papers, which he hated, he’d much rather be brewing, but such was the fate of an ex-Death Eater spy under the aegis of Albus Dumbledore. Just as he was about to throw his red inkwell across the room in frustration, he heard a tap on the door, and by the pattern, it was his godson, Draco.
“What do you want, Draco? You might as well come in.”
“Hello, Uncle Sev. It’s been confirmed, my mate feels me.”
“And who is it, pray tell?”
“Just who I thought. It’s Harry. And what do you care, you want him dead.”
“I only wish I could…” he muttered.
“I heard that, Sev. Why do you both protect and hate him?”
“I made a promise to my best friend, and unbeknownst to her, the love of my life. I can’t stand seeing her eyes out of his face.”
“It still doesn’t explain why you were so mean to him the other day.”
Severus sighed, “I have to show those whose families are still vassals a certain face. I may not like it, but it’s necessary to keep said imp alive to rid us of the Dark Lord.”
“I just found out, but he talked to her at Samhain, that’s why he was so tired.”
Severus sat in shock, both at the power necessary to call spirits, even at Samhain, alone, and that Lily, since she was on this plane, hadn’t visited him in a dream.
Draco, figuring he had done enough, left Severus to his thoughts, a much more pleasant pastime than grading.