Look...at...me..." he whispered. The green eyes found the black, but after a second, something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank, and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more.

Understanding is the first step to acceptance, and only with acceptance can there be recovery.

Everythin' seems ter happen ter you, doesn' it?

Sometimes, if she simply remained quiet, and let the inadequacy of his excuses reverberate on the air, he became ashamed and backtracked.

Nothing like a nighttime stroll to give you ideas.

Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

Yes, Severus does seem the type, doesn't he? So useful to have him swooping around like an overgrown bat.