A/N: Hey, hey! I'm back for like two half seconds with something new. I've never attempted to mess with Harry Potter canon before, because I believe it to be one of the few perfect stories available. That being said… I messed with Harry Potter canon! But only a little. I've never actually written Harry before, and I hope I did him justice. Hope you guys enjoy!
It was all Harry and Luna could do to remain out of the crossfire of the two dueling professors. Had he not been present for the duel between Dumbledore and Voldemort at the Ministry a few years prior, Harry would have labeled this as the most impressive duel he'd ever witnessed. Despite her age, McGonagall's reflexes astounded the two teens as she repeatedly shielded herself and then attacked in lightening succession. Snape's wand movements were equally impressive.
In the end though, all it took was a well-aimed stunning spell from Harry's invisible position against the wall to bring down the current Headmaster. Snape had enough time for surprise to cross his face before he collided with the floor. McGonagall darted to the prone man and kicked his wand away.
Hurried footsteps alerted the half visible trio that they were no longer alone. McGonagall had barely secured Snape more soundly before Professors Sprout and Flitwick appeared on the scene.
"Minerva," Flitwick squeaked. "What's happened?"
"Voldemort" both newcomers gasped at the use of his name, "is on his way to the school," McGonagall replied without hesitation. "Isn't that right Severus?" Harry had never seen such hatred on the sever woman's face as she currently exhibited while glaring daggers at Snape.
Pulling himself into a sitting position, Snape shot the woman a calculating look before glancing around the corridor. Harry's blood ran cold as the man's black eyes stopped on the spot a few inches to left of where he and Luna stood.
"Minerva," Snape began in a dangerously soft voice. "If Potter is truly here, then you don't need me to confirm the Dark Lord's current fixation."
McGonagall's lips pressed into an even tighter line, but she didn't move her eyes from the bound man's face. "You're quite right. We don't need you. Filius, Pomona," she said turning her attention to the other professors, "we need to gather all the students in the Great Hall. If there is to be a fight we need to get as many out of the castle as possible. Rouse Horace and father your students. Send Madam Hooch to gather the Gryffindor students. Once that's done we need to begin preparing the castle for battle. I'll handle our dead Headmaster."
With identical nods the other two professors hurried off. To Harry's relief, Flitwick stopped at a window at the end of the corridor and began making complicated wand movements directed at the grounds.
Before he could rush to the Head of Ravenclaw, an odd voice called his attention back to Snape.
"Minerva," the former Potion's Master said softly. "If Potter is here you must let me speak with him."
For all the world it sounded as if the man was pleading with his captor. The odd tone of Snape's voice drew Harry's ire immediately. Dumbledore had pled to this man for his life.
"So that you can personally deliver the boy to Voldemort?" McGonagall seethed. "I think not."
Tugging Snape to his feet, McGonagall flicked her wand at the suit of armor behind her. Springing to life, the armor latched onto Snape's arm with a tight grip. "Do not let him go for any reason," she instructed. Receiving a curt nod in response she continued, "follow me."
Despite the armor's obvious strength and attempts to move the man, Snape refused to budge. Looking directly into McGonagall's eyes the Headmaster made another attempt.
"Please," he begged. The twisted scowl he wore demonstrating how little he liked the idea of pleading with anyone, stopped McGonagall's efforts for a brief moment. "It's vital that I speak with Potter. I have information he needs."
"What information is that?" She asked with narrowed eyes.
"I can't tell you. It's for him alone."
That seemed to snap the head of Gryffindor back to her senses. "Of course, it is. I'm certain Mr. Potter will fair just fine without your interference."
Snape took a faltering step forward. "Dumbledore wanted-"
What exactly Dumbledore wanted never made it past the man's lips. "You do not get talk about what Dumbledore wanted or didn't want," McGonagall hissed. Standing toe to toe with the man Harry hated as much as Voldemort himself, McGonagall seemed twice her normal size. An angry power exuded from her as she gazed contemptuously at Snape, daring him to speak again. "Dumbledore wanted to stop Voldemort, he wanted to protect this school, he most certainly didn't want to be betrayed by someone he considered a friend."
Snape's eyes grew cold and distant as the woman berated him. Some dark emotion crossed his face too quickly for Harry to accurately define, but slow enough to know it wasn't good. "You've no idea-" Snape growled.
Whatever he meant to say was lost as McGonagall cast a silencing spell at him. "Much better. About our business then," she said tossing a significant look at the place she believed Harry to be standing.
With the now silently fuming Snape in tow, McGonagall disappeared down the corridor.
Harry's head swam as he collected himself and attempted to focus his mind back on task. Yet something about Snape's demeanor continued to irk him. What could the man have wanted to tell him?
"Weren't we looking for something Harry?" Luna asked, pulling him from his thoughts.
"Right," he nodded before throwing off the invisibility cloak and rushing to Flitwick's side.
They had to find the snake. If they could kill the snake, then only Voldemort would remain and all of this could end. The trio raced down the corridors of Hogwarts avoiding the fight where they could and aiding those who needed it when they had the opportunity. Turning a corner on the third floor the three came to a quick stop. Five Death Eaters stood between them and their destination.
An all too familiar cackle filled the air. "Well if it isn't little Potter and his unfortunate group of followers," Bellatrix Lestrange exclaimed in a mocking voice. "The Dark Lord will be pleased to hear we've found you."
Alongside the crazed woman stood the Carrows, Fenrir Greyback, and, to Harry's utter disbelief, a very pale Draco Malfoy and Gregory Goyle.
"Sorry to disappoint," Harry said with forced calm as both he and Ron moved to stand in front of Hermione. "But I don't think even this will get you back into his good graces."
The haunting woman's face contorted with a quick fury. "And what's that supposed to mean Potter?"
"I don't think Riddle took it well when he discovered you'd lost his cup. Or am I wrong?"
Bellatrix's face was answer enough. "Keep his name out of your filthy mouth."
Before Harry could respond in kind, another figure stepped out from behind the Death Eaters. Harry's heart sank even lower as he recognized the billowing black robes and steady gait of the Potion's Master.
"Well, well, it seems you've found a right treat haven't you Bella," Snape said as he moved around to stand in front of Harry and Ron.
"Look who finally decided to slither into the fight," Bellatrix mocked with a crazed smile. "Decide it was safe enough to stop cowering and join the fun?"
Snape's lips formed a dangerously thin line. Yet he kept his gaze fixed on Harry, refusing to even glance at his compatriots.
"I've been otherwise engaged," he replied simply. "I'll be taking Potter and his friends to the Dark Lord."
"And take all the glory yourself?" Amycus Carrow chimed in. "I think not!"
"Not even delivering Potter to him could help your current situation," the Potions Master answered with steel in his voice. "I suggest you lot find somewhere to make yourselves useful."
"We found him," Bellatrix argued. "We'll be the ones to take him."
For the first time since his arrival Snape turned to face the Death Eaters. Bellatrix had her wand aimed at his chest, but none of the others seemed prepared to fire off at the Headmaster. Draco and Goyle's eyes were fixed firmly to the floor.
They would be hard pressed to survive this little encounter. Even if Snape insisted on taking them alone, they were no match for him. Harry had seen evidence of that earlier during Snape's duel with McGonagall.
Just as Harry moved to signal that Ron and Hermione should run, everything turned on its head. In a movement too fast for Harry to see Snape immobilized four of the six Death Eaters.
Turning his gaze on the two youngest members Snape spoke softly. "Mr. Goyle, Draco, leave now. Get as far from this side of the castle as you can. Find somewhere safe to hide and don't come out until your parent get to you. Am I understood."
Both boys nodded gratefully and broke out in a run, heading down towards what Harry could only assume were the dungeons. Surprise caught Harry off guard as the man he'd long considered a traitor turned back to face him.
Snape locked eyes with him and time seemed to freeze. Hatred bubbled inside Harry as he fixed the man with a deathly glare. Whatever Snape hoped to gain from this, Harry would make it as difficult as possible on the man.
"Potter," the former Potions Master said evenly. No hint of the usual contempt that lay between them remained in his tone. Only a deep weariness.
"Snape," Harry responded in kind.
Snape took a few steps forward while reaching a hand into his robes. Three Wanda immediately raised to his chest at the sudden move. "Calm down, I'm just reaching for this," he intoned, removing a small vial from his pocket.
In the vial was a substance Harry knew all too well. Not smoke or liquid, but somewhere in between. Memories.
Extending his arm towards Harry, Snape offered the vial. "Take this and look at it," he instructed while purposefully keeping his back to the Death Eaters. Shielding the trio from prying eyes. "There's information contained within that is necessary if we hope to defeat Voldemort."
Harry's world tilted on its axis at those words. What could Snape possibly mean? He killed Dumbledore, he didn't want Voldemort defeated. Did he?
"What?" Harry asks lamely.
"We haven't much time Potter. I can only hold them back for so long," he nodded to the still frozen Death Eaters as he spoke. "You need the information contained in that. Dumbledore wanted you to have it."
"How do we know it isn't a trap to get Harry to Voldemort?" Ron piped in angrily.
"Don't be ignorant," Snape hissed rolling his eyes. "If I wanted you in the Dark Lord's hands, I could deliver you right now."
"How do I know I can trust you?" Harry persisted.
Something softened in Snape's face as he searched the younger man's eyes. "You don't. But this is our only chance and I can't keep them back for much longer. Decide Potter."
Snatching the vial from Snape's outstretched hand, Harry gave the man a curt nod.
"Go," Snape ordered turning back to face the four seething Death Eaters.
"What about you?" Hermione questioned.
"I can take care of myself. Now go."
Harry and Ron both grabbed a reluctant Hermione and pulled her away from the scene. Once they rounded the corner, Harry pulled out the invisibility cloak and tossed it over them. Pressing a finger to his lips he led the way slowly back to the corridor they'd just fled.
"What did you just do?" Alecto Carrow's voice echoed towards them. "You let Potter escape!"
"After them," Bellatrix ordered.
The Carrows made to follow only to quickly be stopped short by a powerful spell from Snape.
"I'm afraid I can't allow that," the man admitted.
Bellatrix's face twisted into a cruel grin as she stared down the Death Eater blocking her path. "I told him not to trust you. Told him, you were a traitorous bastard."
Snape said nothing in return but kept his wand at the ready.
"You'll pay for this you little snake," she sang cheerfully.
Suddenly the corridor was a blur of motion. Ron forcibly pulled Harry and Hermione back around the corner.
"We've got to go," Ron whispered. "We don't have much time."
"We can't just leave him!" Hermione argued.
"We don't have a choice. Harry you have a mission and we have to stick to it. Let's go."
Nodding at the wisdom of Ron's statement, Harry agreed. But he couldn't force his feet to begin walking. Despite the hatred he'd harbored for Snape for so long, it felt wrong to leave the man now.
Another look down the corridor confirmed their need to run. Snape was certainly holding his own against the four Death Eaters, but his odds didn't look promising. While everything within him rejected the idea of running from a fight, Harry knew that this time he had little choice.
Turning his back on the fight, Harry nodded. "Let's go."
Skilled wizard though he was, Severus Snape found himself struggling to hold back the four Death Eaters. His earlier fight with McGonagall and subsequent escape from the dungeon room she'd locked him in had taken a lot out of the Potion's Master. Skills lagging or not, he still managed to handle the four buffoons well enough. He just had to give Potter enough time to get away. He'd certainly given the Death Eaters a suitable new target when he outed himself as spy. If Potter remained lucky they would forget they'd lost the Boy Who Lived in leu of capturing a traitor.
For several long minutes Severus fought valiantly against the four but, in the end, it wasn't a spell that passed through his defenses. Instead, Greyback surprised him by tackling him to the ground. The two tumbled down the hall with Snape taking the brunt of the fall. Before either of them could so much as pin the other, three wands trained themselves on Severus's chest.
Bellatrix's eyes gleamed with a manic giddiness that he was certain hadn't been present since her stint in Azkaban. "Looks like I was right," she tutted mockingly. "You're little more than a snake in the grass. The Dark Lord won't be happy to discover that his pet isn't as loyal as he believed."
One of the Carrows sniggered in response as a Greyback pulled the professor to his feet. Ropes twisted tightly around his wrists, pulling his shoulders tight as his hands were forced behind his back. Sticking his own wand inches from his face, Bellatrix gave him a crooked grin. Displaying twisted yellow teeth, the crazed woman began laughing chaotically.
"This is almost too good to be true Snape," she smiled. "You two," she shouted at the Carrows. "Take him and lead the way. And don't even think of letting go of him. Mongrel, follow beside me and keep your eyes on him. The Dark Lord will won't to deal with this personally."
A cold pit formed in Severus's stomach at the notion. He would finally face Voldemort without any pretense. That idea alone lifted a weight from his shoulders that he hadn't known he carried. However, Bellatrix was correct. He would be facing the full force of the Dark Lord's displeasure. Yet if death finally deigned to call on him tonight, he would great him with open arms.
They drug him through the trees and deep into the Forbidden Forest. After a surprisingly short walk, they entered a large clearing, shrouded in the darkness of the trees. Voldemort stood in the center surrounded by the few followers who'd already gathered around him.
Severus held his back straight and his head high as Bellatrix shoved him towards the Dark Lord. He registered the flash of anger in Voldemort's eyes before the professor was pushed onto his knees before his former master.
"What's the meaning of this?" The high cold voice asked.
"We've brought you a traitor my lord," Bellatrix answered quickly, a note of glee evident in her tone.
"A traitor?" Voldemort seemed more curious than anything at the moment, but Severus knew that could change in the space of a moment. "Explain."
"We had Potter my Lord," Bellatrix explained, "but Snape intervened. He gave the boy something from Dumbledore and then helped them escape."
Severus kept his gaze fixed on Voldemort, refusing to back down. For the first time in many years he sat completely unguarded before the master he claimed to serve. Well almost completely. He made certain to keep one piece of information behind the strongest walls he could summon. Letting down his other occlumency shields, Severus allowed the Dark Lord to see the truth of Bellatrix's words.
"You've betrayed me Severus."
It wasn't quite a question, yet Severus couldn't help the vindication of having fooled one of the most powerful wizards to have ever lived for almost two decades. To the point where even in the face of the truth, surprise still flashed across Voldemort's face. A sharp laugh, devoid of humor and born of years of bitterness and contempt, broke past the Potion Master's lips.
"I betrayed you eighteen years ago," he replied without flinching. Fury rolled off Voldemort in waves as he held the gaze of his – once – most trusted adviser. "The day you decided to hunt down Lily Potter."
"All of this over a Mudblood," Voldemort spat.
"All of this over a brilliant witch who deserved better than being betrayed by a friend," Severus answered with an equal amount of anger coloring his tone. "You created your own enemies. You didn't need a bloody prophecy to do that."
Pain exploded through his body as Voldemort shot a well deserved Cruciatus curse at the bound man. Writhing against the ground, Severus did everything within his power to contain his screams. He would not give them that satisfaction. Not yet. The torture seemed to drag on for an eternity, as three minutes passed. Just as Severus reached the point where his body could take no more, it ended.
Sweat trickled down his spine, as he lay in a heap on the ground gasping for air. Someone was speaking, but he couldn't quite make out the words. Rough hands forced him back to his knees. Utilizing every ounce of strength and will power he had, Severus managed to straighten his back and lift his head up.
"Always a fighter," the Dark Lord sneered as he stared at his former follower. "It a shame you're such a disappointment. I valued you."
Severus snorted at the obvious lie. "Perhaps you shouldn't trust so easily."
"Crucio," was all he heard before he found himself writhing in pain once more. This time it took far more to contain his cries and he was certain he didn't manage to hold them all in. They left Severus lying on the ground this time. As he panted for breath, he sent up a silent prayer for death to find him soon.
"Now then," Voldemort continued as if he hadn't been interrupted at all, "we have something to discuss. Dumbledore's wand doesn't seem to be working properly for me."
Severus's blood turned to ice as he followed the Dark Lord's train of thought. "You want the Elder Wand to defeat Potter," Severus gasped.
"Clever as always," Voldemort smiled dangerously. "The problem though, as I'm sure you're aware, is that I cannot master the wand without first destroying the man who killed its prior owner."
Once again, Severus couldn't contain the laughter that bubbled inside of him. Albus had one too many plates on the fire as ever, but the man was endlessly clever. However, his final plan had but a single flaw. "I killed Dumbledore on his orders," Severus mocked. "To save him from humiliation and pain. The wand's power died with him. Don't tell me you went to too much trouble to get that useless stick?"
A dark fury swept across Voldemort's features as power poured from him. Severus screamed as the curse hit him once again. Several minutes passed this time before the Dark Lord ended the curse.
"To the next piece of business then," Voldemort intoned in forced neutrality. "Bella seems to believe that you provided Potter with valuable information that would win the war he believes himself to be fighting." Voldemort paused, obviously providing time for his words to sink in. "What information is that?"
"Go to hell," Snape breathed.
A disappointed sigh preceded yet another round of the Cruciatus. Severus screamed as his body protested the latest explosion of agony. His nerve endings felt as if they were on fire long after the curse was lifted. Hiding his mind behind thick occlumency walls was all that allowed him to retain the threads of his sanity.
"So dramatic," a high voice cut through his foggy mind. "I'll get my information one way or another. You will cooperate and then… then I might let you die."
Severus was sorely tempted by that offer. Death would be a sweet release from the hell that had been his life. But this was his punishment and he would have to endure. He deserved the pain and humiliation. If it helped him atone for his sordid past, then it would be well worth it. He allowed silence to be his answer.
"It's a pity," Voldemort mumbled after two more rounds of the Cruciatus curse and an intense session of Legillimency did nothing to loosen the Potion Master's tongue. Severus could barely hear him. "You leave me no choice Severus. Bella," he called. From somewhere to Severus's left came a cheerful reply. "Take him. Find out what he told Potter. Use whatever means you deem necessary, but he must remain sane and alive. Though only just."
Dread filled Severus as hands pulled him to feet that refused to support him. Someone grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled his head up. When his eyes focused, he was met by the unpleasant sight of Bellatrix's crazed smile.
"Shhhh," she mocked running a hand along his face. "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you that you wouldn't have done to me if you'd had the chance." A groan escaped him as he thought back to the many fantasies he'd had of ending the idiotic woman currently threatening him. "Though I imagine I'll be far more creative than you."
Eerily familiar screams filled the air as Harry approached the clearing. Still hidden under the invisibility cloak, he glanced at the ghosts of his family for reassurance. Hesitation wasn't an option right now. He had to finish this. A nod from his father and a worried smile from his mother provided Harry with all the support he needed. Squaring his shoulders, the young man faced his destiny with more courage than any could have expected.
Stuffing his cloak beneath his robes with his wand, Harry gave the stone a final squeeze. The stone slipped from his fingers and his parents, Sirius, and Lupin winked from existence. It was down to he and Voldemort now, no one else could matter.
Hoarse screams sounded out again, louder and harsher now that he was closer. Giving once final glance to those who'd never truly leave him, Harry entered the clearing.
The source of the screaming became evident as he walked out from the cover of darkness the trees had provided. At the epicenter the Death Eaters, Bellatrix Lestrange stood over a bleeding figure. Those around her laughed as the prone man continued crying out in apparent agony. Harry was uncertain of what poor soul had found himself at the mercy of such individuals, but he also knew he could do nothing to help now.
"I thought he would come," Voldemort whispered to himself from his vantage point near Bellatrix. "I expected him to come. I was, it seems… mistaken."
"You weren't," Harry called with far more confidence than he felt.
A terrible smile crossed the demented man's face as he turned to face his prophesied doom. The Death Eaters all turned away from the now twitching figure, hungrily finding their next target.
"Harry! No!" Another familiar voice called out. Turning, Harry saw Hagrid tied and trussed to a tree. His massive body shook the trunk and branches as he attempted to free himself. "No! No! What are yeh –"
The rest of his sentence was lost as Rowle silenced him with a flick of his wand.
"How charming," Voldemort's high voice danced with amusement. To Harry's surprise, Riddle's eyes traveled down to the man they'd been torturing earlier. "It seems that all of your suffering was in vain, Severus."
Harry felt his stomach drop to his feet. His attention now fully on the man at Bellatrix's feet, he realized why the scream had sounded so familiar. His mother's worry took on new meaning as well. Snape had saved all of them earlier tonight when he'd given Harry those memories and they had left him behind. Harry had left him to his fate.
"You traded a life of luxury and comfort for the brat of a Mudblood who couldn't stand you," Riddle hissed, venom racing through every syllable he hurled at Snape. "Get him up," Riddle ordered. "I want him to witness his failure."
Rowle and Greyback pulled Snape to his knees and forced his head up. A different position allowed Harry a better view of the man he'd hated for so long. With hands bound behind him, the man looked unsteady as hell. Harry was certain that if hadn't been for the two men holding him up, the professor would still be on the ground. The front of Snape's robes had been ripped open and blood seeped from long gashes in his chest. His exceedingly pale face displayed several bruises as well as a fair amount of blood.
Shockingly though, Snape met Harry's gaze with a victorious smirk. The tiniest of nods followed, imperceptible to any but Harry. A new confidence filled him. They were going to win. He could feel it in bones, was as certain of that fact as he was of his own name. He and Snape might not be around to see it, but this moment marked the beginning of the end for Voldemort.
"Harry Potter," Voldemort muttered quietly. "The Boy Who Lived, come to die."
Despite the sheer agony that tore at his body, Severus couldn't restrain the lightness in his chest as Lily's son fell to the ground. He'd failed Lily, utterly and completely, but this marked the beginning of the end for the Dark Lord. His task was complete, and he could give in to death's waiting arms. He could finally rest.
Or he could as soon as he escaped his current nightmarish situation.
Voldemort forced Hagrid to carry the boy's body through the trees and forced him to walk near the front of the group. Severus found that he could do little more than stumble along as Rowle and Greyback half-carried him back to the castle.
Right before Severus could fully collapse from exertion, they stopped outside the main doors. People poured from the building as the prepared for the latest attack, only to stop and cry out in despair for their fallen hero. Minerva's cry was by far the worst. It pierced Severus in a manner he couldn't explain. Harry Potter was dead, and the denizens of Hogwarts couldn't yet see that hope was still to be found. Even in the darkest of places.
Severus's thoughts were cut short as he staggered into Rowle, his legs finally giving out beneath him. Apparently, he timed his collapse perfectly, because Voldemort turned his attention towards the half-dead professor.
"It seems you need an example of what happens to those who defy me," The continued shouts of defiance from Potter's friends quietened at Voldemort's dangerous tone. "Bella, bring me our traitor."
Grabbing him roughly, Bellatrix and Rowle thrust him onto his knees at Voldemort's feet once again. A thick silence blanketed the grounds at his appearance. Many of those gathered on both sides of the crowd would be excited to see him humiliated. Despite his best efforts, he'd left too many students at the mercy of the Carrows to expect anything less. The Order thought him the worst form of traitor and the rest of the wizarding world believed him to be the murderer of the greatest wizard of their generation. To the Death Eater's he was traitor, a muggle lover, and a weak-minded fool. No one would be stepping up to help. But perhaps that meant it would all be over soon.
"Severus has volunteered as an example of what happens to those who defy me," Voldemort hissed at the crowd, his soft voice cutting through the silence like a knife.
Whatever torture came next, would be a balm after what the Death Eaters put him through a few hours earlier. He could face this bravely. Sitting up as straight as he could, he once more locked eyes with Voldemort. Knowing the end would come for them both soon enough.
"Crucio," the Dark Lord intoned casually.
Yet again, Severus felt fire run through his veins. What he wasn't expecting was the second curse cast from Bellatrix's wand. Pain unlike anything he'd felt before crashed through his body, threatening to pull his mind apart. Screaming filled his ears and it wasn't until the curses ceased that he realized the screams belonged to him. They granted him a short respite before beginning again. Fog filled his mind as he tried to let go of his senses. If he had to die, at least it would be here at Hogwarts. At the only home he'd ever known.
"Stop!" a voice called from the entrance to the castle.
The curses ceased, but the pain remained. Severus's body convulsed as voices continued speaking all around him. It wasn't long before the shouting began again. As everything faded to black, Severus caught a flash of green that brought him peace like he hadn't known in many years.
In the end, the Battle of Hogwarts ended with a simple spell. Riddle's misunderstanding of love and the lengths one would go to for love, led to his downfall. While Harry's sacrifice had saved those who remained to fight at the old castle. However, he hadn't been the only one to make a sacrifice.
Harry had taken to sleeping and eating in the Hospital Wing as he held vigil over the man who had sacrificed the most during the fight against Voldemort. There were many things that would haunt the nightmares of the young man, but he remained certain that Snape's screams as he was tortured in front of a crowd who did nothing to stop it would feature heavily for years to come. Thankfully, Neville's timely bravery had brought the horrific scene to an end. Yet Harry still couldn't shake the sick feeling he'd had since watching Snape's memories.
The man had given up everything to fight the darkest wizard of a generation in exchange for universal hatred. Snape had few friends, if any, and no one – other than Dumbledore – to talk to for the past eighteen years. Then he'd saved Harry time and again earning little more than contempt and disrespect from the boy. Guilt gnawed at Harry constantly. Despite what everyone told him, he couldn't shake the feeling that he should have done more.
After Neville's intervention, he'd been able to slip on the cloak and disappear into the crowd, checking on Snape before facing Voldemort. Since then he'd spent every waking moment at the Potion Master's side, helping where he could and doing his best not to hinder Madam Pomfrey. The Matron seemed not to mind too much, quoting that it was best for both of them to rest as much as possible. Although the constant stream of people checking on and staying with Harry did seem to frustrate the nurse to an extent.
Snape had suffered greatly at the hands of the Death Eaters. The variety of hexes, jinxes, and curses cast at the man in a few hours was outstanding by many standards. Tremors racked Snape's body constantly as he slowly recovered. Yet is wasn't the spell work that left lasting scars. Traitor had been carved into Snape's chest by a cursed knife. Harry had a single guess at which Death Eater masterminded that souvenir. Nothing Madam Pomfrey had tried could remove the scars without hindering their already slow healing.
All in all, it wasn't until a week after the Battle that Snape finally stirred.
Harry sat in his usual chair beside Snape's bed. With his feet propped on the night stand and a book in his lap, the young man dozed lightly when a hoarse voice pulled him back to reality.
"Potter?"
Harry lept to his feet and yelled out to Madam Pomfrey. Grabbing Snape's wrist gently he leaned towards the bed. "Professor?"
Black eyes found green and Harry's heart soared. He was awake.
"What…" Snape began, "Where am I?"
"Hospital Wing," Harry answered easily.
"Not Azkaban?"
The honest confusion in the Potion Master's voice shattered Harry's previously soaring heart. "Of course, not Azkaban," he answered a little too forcefully. Seeing that Snape still didn't understand he tried again. "After everything you've done for us…for me…everything you suffered…I wouldn't even let them consider it. You've been designated as an active member of the Order and you've been cleared of charges for Dumbledore's murder. You're free."
Snape seemed at a loss for words. A peaceful quiet persisted between them for a long while, as Madam Pomfrey came over and began fussing over her patients.
"Voldemort?" Snape asked after the nurse walked away.
"He's gone. We won."
"So, what now?"
"I don't really know," Harry shrugged. "You've been out for almost a week. The Ministry has been rounding up Death Eaters and supporters and trying to deal with the cleanup. The school has to be patched up, but they're hoping to open back up by September. I'm sure they'll be needing a Potions Master." Harry offered the last with a smile and was pleasantly surprised when the corner of Snape's mouth quirked up slightly in response.
"Perhaps," the older man replied drowsily.
As Snape slipped back into a peaceful sleep, Harry couldn't stem the hope that swelled in his chest. They'd made it. Survived against all odds and now… now they could both start living. The possibilities were endless and exciting.
In the end, all was well.
A/N: Thank you to all the lovely readers! Let me know what you think down in the comments/reviews below (they are kind of life)! Sorry if the ending seems a bit rushed, I wasn't really certain were to end it or if I wanted to end it yet. But in the end, we have an end and that's what's important! Thank you for reading and, as always, I'll see you guys in the next story.