The HP Killer on Vacation

After killing Dumbledore, but before returning to Hogwarts as headmaster, Voldemort decided to give Snape a short break. Having just killed one boss, and now expected to be an "excellent employee" for another, the professor could only choose to "enjoy a nice vacation." With a million misgivings, a Portkey hidden in an envelope took Snape to an obscure little town somewhere in Canada. Far from the Death Eaters meant far from the war, and far from England meant far from magic. It seemed like the calm before the storm. But calm had never really been a word that had much to do with him. The seemingly peaceful town was full of "peril" for him. That year, 37-year-old Snape met his 17-year-old girl next door. Here, he could set down the heavy burden on his shoulders. "Mr. Snape, are you a pharmacist or a magician?" "...I'm an assassin." "Cool!!" That month, the summer sunshine gradually chased away the chill he'd brought with him from England. Laziness was just what a vacation was supposed to feel like. "Snape, do you like to draw?" "...What are you drawing?" "Northern cardinals, carrion beetles, thunderbirds... and... you." That day, they shared a "secret" about life, because there would be no reunion next summer. "Severus, I like you." "...Oh? Why?" "Because a raven is like a writing desk." A spy headed back to the battlefield, a girl with cancer: this summer, the shadows in their hearts lifted because of each other. This summer, within an extraordinary friendship, how would they find peace as they faced the deaths destined for them? This summer, I bring you another new story. Sorry it took so long, and thank you for continuing to support me... My completed old story, still loving the professor endlessly. AR adaptations: Theme: