I do not own Harry Potter or anything wherein! I just own the OC's in this fic!

Anyhow, I got a request for another Snape romance fic, which seems to be a little popular with my readers, so... Here it is!

Summer 1998, July/August

Severus Snape had hated the war, and had hated surviving it even more so than the war itself. As if he needed to keep living – hah! He'd been on his own his whole life, and that wasn't about to change now that the entire world knew he was a spy for Dumbledore. His mother and father had neglected and abused him, respectively, the Marauders had made his life a living hell in school and turned everyone but Professor Slughorn away from him, the Death Eaters were only his friends because they'd forced them into their ranks and were forced to respect each other by Voldemort, the members of the Order of the Phoenix still hated him for killing Dumbledore, and all of his students hated him for being the greasy git of the dungeons. None of those things was going to change anytime soon, and Potter was the only one who even remotely cared, and even then it was only because he'd saved the brat's life a lot.

He sat back, contemplating why Granger had insisted that he get the fair treatment that he did at St. Mungo's, and why Potter had used the memories in front of a bunch of aurors and members of the order to prove that he was a spy. Hell, he'd even revealed his treachery to Voldemort himself in front of thousands of other witches and wizards! Still, he'd thought that his Potions Master was dead, so he probably did it in his memory, and ended up receiving the shock of his life when he was told that Snape was alive.

"May I come in?" Snape heard, and looked to find said Potter in question peeking into his room.

Snape hated the child, but the child had at least repaid most of his life-debts by saving him from the various forms of torture that the ex-Potions Master could easily be under right now, as well as ensuring that the snake wound didn't go untreated. Snape scowled before nodding ever so slightly so as not to disturb his neck injury that had rendered him voiceless for a few months, and the teen walked in with a soft smile.

"Thanks," he said as he sat down. "I really couldn't have done it without you. I owe you so many life debts, but – it just doesn't feel right to let you suffer after all that you've done for me. I mean, yeah, you were a bit of a jerk – okay, okay, a lot of a jerk – but you had to do that to uphold the reputation in front of the kids of Death Eaters. Okay, so my dad also had some stuff to do with that, but still, I feel that you deserve the respect that you've earned."

"Get to the point," Snape wrote with his wand, and Harry nodded sheepishly.

"Well, as you know, the Wizengamot decided not to put you in Azkaban," he said beginning, "And I'm here to tell you that there will be no Dementors Kissing you and no fine. I had to bring in Dumbledore's portrait to explain everything to them, and I used Veritaserum on myself, but I managed to convince them that you were a spy the whole time. Professor McGonagall forced me to let her watch the memories, and she's willing to let you go back with open arms as either the Headmaster or the Potions Master, it's your choice."

"I saved your life at least a dozen times," Snape wrote, "And you're trying, in a roundabout way, to thank me? is this your way of trying to somewhat repay those life-debts? What of Weasley and Granger, what are their views on the matter? And what of the other members of your precious little 'D.A.', what do they think of this? And the other students, what are their views? Did you consult them on the matter?"

"Okay, let's see," Harry said carefully. "Yes, I'm trying to thank you and try to repay you for all those times you've saved my hide – Merlin knows I made it really hard for you, now I know why you were always yelling and scolding me. Um, Ron is being stupid and stubborn and won't talk to me, but Hermione agrees with me on this and so do most of the other members of the D.A., and some of the other students from the other houses. Some, of course, are angry with you for what you've done, but I threw a fit at them and yelled about how you kept saving their lives this past school year even when they were too stupid to realize that that was what you were doing. I stormed off after throwing the tantrum, so I don't know how they reacted to it."

"Then why did you come here instead of to Molly Weasley?" Snape wrote trying to figure him out without Legilimency.

"Well, I kind of wanted to have a guy talk about this, and you were the first person who came to mind, what with you being the father-figure I'd needed in the background and behind my back," Harry admitted, and Snape glared at him. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not putting you on the same level as my dad! It's just – you're the closest thing I've got to one, what with Remus and Sirius gone now…"

"And Arthur?" Snape wrote, and Harry's eyes filled with tears.

"Burying Fred," he murmured sadly, and Snape blinked before grabbing a Kleenex from his nightstand and transfiguring it into a handkerchief and handing it to Harry. "Thanks."

Snape said nothing as Harry mourned for all of his fallen friends, and Snape sat in silence pondering all of the friends he had lost.

"Potter," he wrote, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention. "I feel the need to bring this up now that you've done so. I-I feel that we should erect a memorial in honor of all those who died fighting the Dark Lord, both in the first and second wars."

"Everyone?" he asked, and Snape wrote a quick 'yes'. "Dumbledore and my parents will be at the top of the lists for their wars, I'm guessing. Remus and Tonks' kid is an orphan now, even though he made me the godfather."

"And you'll make a fine one, so long as he doesn't turn into another Marauder," Snape wrote, and Harry blinked confused.

"Was that a compliment, or an insult?" he asked, and Snape snorted.

"Some of both," he conceded, "Take it how you will. How many students died?"

"A lot," Harry murmured, "I counted at least three dozen, and that's not including the adults."

"Damn that bastard to hell, I hope Hades gives him what's coming and puts him in the deepest pits of Tartarus!" Snape wrote angrily, and Harry's brow furrowed. "Greek Mythology, brush up on it. Hades is the god of the underworld and over the dead. Tartarus was their version of the seven pits of hell."

"I hope he goes to the deepest pit with those who deserve the most punishments," Harry agreed before remembering something. "Oh, there was someone asking about you."

"Oh?" Snape wrote, "Who?"

"A Gryffindor," Harry admitted, "She was in the year before me. I think she said her name was Daisy."

Snape's blood froze in his veins as he remembered the student Harry was talking about and took a trip down memory lane.

Yes, this fanfic will have a Gryffindor chit in it as the main character instead of a Slytherin. I admit, I'm actually a Slytherin House member on Pottermore, but I wrote this way before I knew that, and I already had her in Gryffindor. So, I kept her there.

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