As she watched him leave, a bitter taste filled her mouth. She had developed a knack over the past few days of driving Snape away when it was her want. He was trying to help her, she knew, but all she wanted was to be left to her thoughts sometimes. What she really wanted was for Harry to visit her. The last she had seen of him, Harry’s green eyes had been staring at her filled with a mixture of fear, shock, and sadness. He probably wouldn’t want to see her again, fearful the same could occur to him and he would die at the end of her wand, also.