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He opened his eyes five minutes after he heard the footsteps fade.

He has really no time to think; first thing first: Repleaning Blood potion. Second: another dose of antivermin (he had been taking it all the year). Third: Wait.

When the floor stopped spinning he went up and fought the dizziness that tried to overtake him for a while.

A few seconds and he couldn't help himself; he started to laugh. Two wars. Two freaking wars and he was still alive.

Truth be told, the second was still ongoing but… well, not his war anymore. He was free. Finally. Completely and utterly free.

It doesn't really mattered to him who will be the winner. If the Potter boy won… well, he was a Gryffindor, he would say he, Severus Snape, was a war hero. If the Dark Lord won… he wouldn't even look for him. He would leave the corpse to root and forgive all about his precious servant.

Also if, for any change, the Potter win, he will not try to see if those memories where fake or not… And true, they were mostly fake, not the patronus one thought, but the rest…

Yes, he had meet Lily Evans before the school, but he loathed her with all his might. She had a perfect live, a perfect parents that didn't care at all about her being a witch… No, he didn't liked her in the least.

But he had worked for some time now in doing those fake memories for Potter. He was aware that Potter had already seen the fake memory of Slughorn, but he wasn't that stupid good for nothing man. His fake memories were as good as real ones.

"Perhaps I should name myself James Black" murmured noticing a little discomfort in his neck when doing so. Nobody would suspect about him being Severus Snape with this name.

He took a long breath and let the change begging.

After just a few seconds the spot where Professor/Headmaster/Deatheater Snape was, was occupied with a large and pretty black deer. This was the simple explanation for his patronus, but Potter wouldn't know that, ever.

He went outside, feeling the air filling his lugs. Finally free, no more masters. The war was over for him, whoever will be the winner, he was Finally Free.