Harry's Wait

Snape actually understood Jon's warning a little.

A man like him had never entrusted his life and safety to anyone else, though by now he no longer cared much whether he lived or died.

If Voldemort killed him, he could accept that too.

That way, he could go and keep that person company.

But Jon did not think that was a good choice.

When a person's life ended should be decided by that person, not passively determined by someone else.

He could not help Snape do anything, but the one thing he could promise was to ensure Snape's safety.

If Snape wanted to forget the past, he could help with that. Even if Snape wanted to forget Harry Potter's mother, he could do that as well.

After all, he was not alone. At his side were a master of memory and a psychological wizard.

Looking at it that way, he had no shortage of talented people under his command.

"Then let's end our conversation here today. It's about time anyway. I'll be leaving first. Contact me anytime if something comes up. Don't be embarrassed to say it—the more you tell me, the better."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Snape saw Jon to the door. "If anything happens, I'll contact you immediately. If I can't find you, I'll go to Dumbledore."

"Then I'll be off."

Jon took the hourglass down from the cabinet. The time-distorting field instantly contracted, and time here resumed its normal flow.

Then he tore open space and vanished from in front of Snape's door.

Harry snored loudly.

He had been sitting in a chair by his bedroom window for nearly four hours, staring out at the street as it gradually darkened, before eventually falling asleep.

One side of his face was pressed against the cold