safe

The rain pours harshly against a shrouded figure. Cloaked in black, one can almost ignore that the mix of liquid that pools around them is something more than water.

Dirt, sweat, and…

blood.

Harry pulls back her hood, slumps to the ground, and breathes.

There is silence, and then another figure, tall and pale and gaunt, rushes to her, eyes wide and healing charms under his breath.

Several minutes of back and forth, of moments where it seemed the battle would be lost, and then Severus Snape puts away his wand.

"You are a nightmare," He says.

"Oh, I know."