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"What do you want, Potter?" Severus Snape spat at the office's occupant.

"I was hoping we could talk, Professor," Harry sat, weary but fidgeting, in the chair across from the desk.

"It's Headmaster now," Snape corrected.

"Right," Harry nodded. "Sorry. Headmaster. I was hoping we could talk."

"And what, pray tell," Snape pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose in a gesture of exasperation, "Could you possibly want to talk to me about?"

"I'm…not quite sure," Harry answered weakly.

"Oh, by all means, Potter, please be precise," Snape cut sarcastically.

"I just," Harry tried again. "Everything seems so jumbled now that the war is over. I'm not sure what to do."

"To do, Potter?" Snape's eyebrows rose. "And why in Merlin's name would you think I would – or even could – help you with that?"

"I," Harry struggled, "Well, to be honest, sir, you're the only one I trust to be honest with me."

If Snape was surprised by this admission, he didn't show it. He remained silent, leaning back in his chair – one quite different from the chair Dumbledore used to use – crossed his legs, and leaned his head on his hand, temple to finger.

"Everyone else, they…they've either forgotten about me or want something from me. It's exhausting."

Snape looked like he was mulling over his response. "It was my understanding that you were going to begin Auror training."

"I was, but…" Harry trailed off.

Snape didn't respond. If the brat wasn't going to tell him, he certainly wasn't going to waste his time trying to draw it out of the boy.

"I don't know if that's what I want anymore. I feel lost." Harry looked down at his lap and picked at imaginary lint on his trousers.

"Oh for goodness sake, Potter," Snape snapped at him, impatient. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself. The war is over. People died. You didn't. Move on. If you don't want to be an Auror, there are plenty of other careers to which your particular…skills…are suited. Or be an Auror, and if you don't like it, do something else. That is one of the benefits of youth."

Harry smirked before he looked up. "Thank you, sir. I knew I could count on you."

Snape rolled his eyes. "Surely you have somewhere else you should be?"

Harry chuckled as he got up and left the office.