"When you act like a dog, you'll be kenneled with them," Snape says, glowering from where he sits. Oh, Andromeda. It's so quaint that you think you can stop either of them. "Look at you! Barking when your fangs are pulled!"

He smirks, now; a small victory over Black -- that Harry doesn't loathe him. It's a win, he'll take it.

"There's no discussion. There's nothing to discuss. ANYTHING I do -- stopped being your concern years ago, and even when, there was nothing you could do about it! The only person I take orders was the same one holding your lead: Albus Dumbledore, and he's not here to yank your chain OR mine."

His crooked teeth flashed in a grimace, a rictus grin.

"I'm my own man, for the first time in years. Don't think you're going to tell me what do, Sirius Black!"