This is my second fic in english. The first one was a BBC Sherlock called 'not really my area' (it's there on fanfictionDOTnet , have a look on my profile!).

I thought about this one while re-watching the last movie. Although I am a huge fan of the books, the dialogs you'll find here will most probably be from the movies, as it is easier to look for dialogs in a video than in books, and I'm a little lazy ^^

This will mostly be a Harry/Snape fic, but no graphic sex, I promise. So even if it's not your OTP, you may like it. Actually, it's not my OTP either. Well, thinking about it, I don't believe any pairing has my preference in this fandom. I respect the choices JK Rowling made (apart from the '19 years later' thing that I consider non-canon, but let's not debate here). The pairings I read or write mostly rely on my mood.

If you're a recurring reader, first of all I'd like to thank you, but I'd like also to point out that you may notice some changes, especially in the spelling, as I've received some comments about it. A BIG THANKS to everyone who takes the time to correct me - and more particularly to Serpent91 on this chapter.

Okay, enough said, hope you enjoy it !

'You have your mother's eyes'

Those were the last words of Severus Snape. The last words of this man Harry had hated all his life.

Now, all was over. Voldemort had been defeated, and the wizarding world was slowly rebuilding itself. All his friends had gone back to Hogwarts, but Harry didn't. He didn't really know what he wanted to do. He needed some time. Some time to think, some time to put distance between himself and all the events that had happened those last years.

The last words of the potion's teacher were running through his mind, over and over. Now that he had seen Snape's memories, he felt bad. He was remembering all those years of hate towards the man, all those words he had said. How he so fiercely defended his father's name, without knowing all he did. Snape was right, after all. His father was a swine. The man never did anything special. He had been a bully, torturing the weak, and eventually 'stealing' Lily from the potion's master.

Laying on his bed, Harry rubbed his palms against his eyes. How could he have been so blind ? Everything was so clear now that he had all the pieces of the puzzle. He hated himself for not seeing it sooner. Maybe they could have avoided all of that. Well, not all of it, as Voldemort would have come back, eventually.

He suddenly sat on his bed. He knew what he had to do. He packed some stuff, wrote a note to Hermione and Ron, and disapparated.

Harry popped up just in front of Hogwarts' main door. The rules had not changed, no-one was supposed to be able to do that, but being the world's new hero had some advantages.
It was the middle of the night. Everything was quiet. You could hear the calm breeze passing through the leaves of the trees in the gardens, some owls hunting under the pale moon. The giantic door opened before him, and he entered the castle.
He had not come here since the end of the war. Everything had been restored to the exact same way as when he first went to Hogwarts, back in his first year. The same impressive feeling of sentient power surrounded him as he climbed the steps to the headmaster's office.

He didn't need to give a password or to knock at the door, the magical entrance just opened for him.
A few feet ahead, professor McGonagall was sitting in the big armchair, apparently absorbed in some work. Harry cleared his throat to get her attention. The old Lady looked up upon her glasses and gave him a surprised gaze. She stood up and greeted him, invited him to take a seat and offered him some tea.

'It's been a long time, Potter.' she said with a gentle smile.

'Yes ma'm.'

'I'm surprised to see you here. I guess you've come to ask me something. What is it you need ?'

'I, er... I need the time-turner.' he answered, trying to look sure of himself although he was still very impressed by his former teacher.

The old Lady stopped from sipping her tea and glanced at him very seriously.

'This is a big favour you're asking me there, Potter. You know the consequences of using that device.'

'Yes ma'm' he simply answered.

'What do you need it for, Potter ?'

'I can't tell you', he sighed. 'but I'm not going to do something stupid, if that's what you fear' he added.

She seemed to relax a little bit. 'I'm sure you won't', she said with a smile.

She stood up and went to a massive wooden locker, and after some rambling in the impressive quantity of shiny objects stuffed in it, she came back with the said object and handed it to the black-haired boy.

'You know the rules, Potter. Avoid meeting yourself. And don't take part in big events.'

'I know. Don't worry, I'll be careful. As I told you, I won't do anything stupid. I won't change anything that happened with Voldemort, if that's what you're scared of. I know it has to happen the way it had.'

She smiled once again. 'I trust you, Potter. May I ask, how far are you going to go ?'

Harry sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Quite far, I suppose'.