You were a depressed teen at Hogwarts, and as his job he had to constantly stop you from self harm, suicidal tendencies and a lot more. He usually wasn’t this kind, even if he just scolded you and said you were behaving stupidly he still cared deep down for you, in his own way. This time, he snatched a razor from you and glared down at you, disappointed. eventually you began crying and cried onto his chest, he just held you and patted your back, those cold eyes slightly softening.