One story, seven chapters.
Seven drabbles, seven hundred words.
Four pages, ninety lines, three thousand one hundred and sixty characters (no spaces). Three thousand seven hundred and eighty-five characters (spaces).
Seven lines and forty-nine words in this summary.
One father, one son.
One engagement. One grave.
Zero Dark Lords.

Break, Free, Luck, Death, Joy, Pledge and Pride.

7 Pride

"I'm glad you're my dad," said Harry.

"I'm equally pleased. Perhaps now you'll finally listen."

"James would be rolling in his grave."

"Yes, how delightful."

Harry chuckled.

Snape smiled. "Your mother would be proud."

"Yeah. You've told me lots of times."

"Have I?"

Harry nodded.

"One more time would not hurt."

Harry nodded again. No, it wouldn't hurt.

"You've made me proud too."

"I learned from the best."

"Of course you did."

Harry smirked and closed his eyes.

"I love you, Harry," Snape whispered.

Harry was already deep in slumber, but Snape knew that the feeling was mutual.


A/N: that's it folks! Thank you all for reviewing. The end is a little cheesy, but hopefully, it ain't too bad.

Happy New Year everyone!