The room was suddenly silent other than for the light crackling of the fireplace. Snape’s eyes were fixed on his throat, frozen in place. Harry could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and the reciprocal buzzing of his pulse just below the jut of his jaw where his skin was barely holding his life blood in where it belonged. Snape snarled, and Harry knew immediately that this was going to be bad, and he had no words prepared to try and talk himself out of the confrontation that was coming.