Summary: After his death, Professor Snape and Harry come to a friendly understanding of one another.
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They sat together, in an awkward silence, neither of them knowing what to say. He looked down and shuffled his feet, overly conscious of the other being's piercing onyx eyes on him. He cleared his throat, then reddened with embarrassment as he realized he could not find appropriate words for the situation.
"Thank you," he began. It seemed so woefully inadequate, but that was all he could think of at the time.
"For what?" the other laughed mirthlessly. "Sacrificing my life for a good and just cause?"
He looked at his hands, trying to form a sentence that would not provoke a sarcastic response.
"My mother…" he trailed off.
"Yes, never loved me, but I still gave up everything I had for her."
He looked up at the translucent face of his former teacher, who had silvery stains running from his jugular.
"You saved my life," he stated softly. "Multiple times. Lover or friend, I'm sure my mother would have been very grateful."
The ghost nodded in agreement. "I'm sure she would have,"
The silence stretched on once more, but this time, neither of them felt obliged to say anything.
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A/N: I swear it felt longer in Word, sorry guys. Feedback is appreciated!