[He stares at this message for a moment longer than he might at any other. Because it's not just any other. The words are harder to ignore than Snape's implication.
He isn't afraid of the future. It's this great unfathomable thing, something he never considers longer than he has to. And it's not fear that he feels when he thinks of it, but some icy dread that he feels right now, as he stares at this message.
The other prisoner of bloody Azkaban. Fuck him, he thinks, savagely, fuck all of it, and his answer can then come quickly.]
didn't ask you for your praise or opinion and its not happening that way anyways
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He isn't afraid of the future. It's this great unfathomable thing, something he never considers longer than he has to. And it's not fear that he feels when he thinks of it, but some icy dread that he feels right now, as he stares at this message.
The other prisoner of bloody Azkaban. Fuck him, he thinks, savagely, fuck all of it, and his answer can then come quickly.]
didn't ask you for your praise or opinion
and its not happening that way anyways
get fucked