It'll be the hill he dies on until he gets his head out of his ass, the legacy of one Harry James Potter. More stubborn than he needs to be, especially when it comes to his own wishes if they involve someone else.

He's disappointed in himself, even more so as that sigh ghosts across the nape of his neck and he has to stifle the urge to reach up and cover the spot.

Harry huffs out a laugh, but it's half-hearted at best. "Better than every Professor who has taken the role the past eight years, bar one." Obviously, Lupin was the one they all deserved and Snape had ruined that. Because of course he had.