Harry had done it. Voldemort was finally gone and Wizarding Britain was both celebrating and mourning.
Trudging up the stairs, harry sighed. He was fucking exhausted. He had died for Merlin's sake. However as he was about to take the staircase that would take him to Gryffindor tower a realization came crashing down on him. Snape. Fuck.
Racing down the stairs, through the Great Hall, out the main doors and across the ruble strewn grounds towards the Whomping Willow. Scrambling through the passage way Harry came upon the room where the brave spy was struck down. Rushing over to him, Harry threw himself on the ground by the man who had risked it all for him. He put his hands on Snape's chest and neck, checking for a pulse and finding a feint whisper of one. Suddenly having an idea, Harry waved his wand over the man's body, a scroll shooting out telling him what needed to be fixed so he could be safely moved to the Hospital Wing.
-Blood loss
-6 puncture wounds to the jugular
-Torn trachea
-Boa venom
-Dislocated shoulder
Quickly waving his wand over the man's shoulder, swiftly fixing it, Harry moved on to the man's throat. Using a complex swirling motion with his wand and uttering the words "Via vindum tranum" he watched the skin and muscle knit itself back together on the man's neck, effectively healing the damage done in that area. "Accio blood replenishing potions and anti-venom potion" Harry said, reaching out and catching the five potions that zoomed at him. Quickly uncorking the bottles, Harry poured them one by one down the weak man's throat. Now he just had to wait. Hearing a spluttering cough not 3 minutes later Harry looked up toward Snape's face.
"Sir, sir are you alright?" Wincing when he realized how stupid that sounded, Harry waited for a reply.
"Just perfect." Snape snarled, but freezing when he opened his eyes and fully realized that Harry had saved him. "You're alive. But you had to die. How did you win?"
"I did die sir, but I came back because someone had to finish him off. Dumbledore sent me back." Harry answered, mumbling the last part but Snape still heard him, paling when he heard what the savior had to say.
"And he's really dead this time?"
"Yes, for good." Harry assured.
"Good."
"Seriously though, what can I do to make you feel better? I tried to heal you the best I can but I think you should still see Madame Pomfrey." Harry said, scanning the man before him for anything wrong with him.
"I feel exhausted and sore but fine otherwise. Why did you save me?" Snape asked him. Harry sighed, looking down.
"Well I saw the memories and you've done so much for me and my father and his friends were so mean to you. I hate bullies. And I've never really hated you, I figured you were just pretending to hate me. I hadn't done anything for you to truly hate me that much even if you did hate my father. No one deserves to die like you would have, especially you. You have saved me so many times I've barely repaid you for it." Harry explained.
"On the contrary Harry, you have freed me from Voldemort forever. And for that I owe you my life, as does all of Britain." Severus said gratefully. Harry looked at him, completely stunned.
"You called me Harry." he said, bewildered.
"After all we have done for each other and been through I think it is only reasonable for two war survivors to call each other by name. Please call me Severus." The potions master said, smiling slightly.
"Ok, Severus." Harry said, grinning.