I had to write this, Snape being my favourite Harry Potter character and all. I was so sad when he died!
I don't own Harry Potter and its characters.
As Harry entered the room that held so many memories, he looked around at all the portraits hanging on the walls. There was the one of Albus Dumbledore, the one of Phineas Nigellus and many more of people Harry didn't recognise. But the portrait he was looking for most was there too, next to Dumbledore's. It was the portrait that had been added most recently. Harry slowly walked up to it.
The first time he'd entered this room, he'd been twelve. When he was fourteen, he'd discovered Dumbledore's Pensieve here, which they'd used a lot in Harry's sixth year.
'I'm sorry,' mumbled Harry to the man in the portrait. This was the man he'd loathed since the day they met, but he didn't feel this way towards him anymore. He now realised his former Potions teacher was a very brave man, who'd saved his life more than once.
'No,' said Severus Snape, looking down at Harry. 'I'm sorry. I never gave you a chance – I hated you from the moment I saw you, simply because you look like him.' A tear flowed down his face. Harry could see Dumbledore smiling in his portrait, but he wasn't speaking. He gave Harry and Snape the opportunity to talk, just the two of them.
'I've forgiven him now, though,' continued Snape. 'Your father. He was a good man, and I was a traitor.'
'No, you weren't,' said Harry.
'Yes, I was. I became a Death Eater.' Snape rolls up his sleeve to show his Dark Mark, which is still there, which will always be there.
'It doesn't matter. You regretted it, and you left him. Everyone makes mistakes. My dad did, too. D'you remember that time I saw your memory about my dad bullying you? I felt so ashamed when I'd seen that. I hated my father at that moment. But I forgave him, too. It's your choices that matter, and you chose to go to the good side.'
Snape smiled. 'You're truly your mother's son. Your eyes… I was so shocked when I first saw them. It'd been a long time since I'd last seen those green eyes.'
'You really loved her, didn't you?' asked Harry quietly.
'I did,' he said softly, then corrected himself. 'I do.'
'I'm sure she loved you, too,' said Harry. 'I saw your memories, and I just know it. She cared for you, she did. Always.'
More tears started to flow down Snape's face, and Harry found himself crying too. 'I'm sorry you had to die for me,' he mumbled. 'I wish I could've prevented it…'
'You couldn't have,' he said. 'And don't feel sorry. It was worth it.'
'What was?'
'Dying. To see her again.'
'You mean – you've seen my mother?' he asked, shocked.
'Yes,' he said, and Harry realised he looked like a happy man.
'What's it like – death?' he asked.
Snape chuckled. 'I'm not telling. You'll have to find out for yourself. Not yet, though. Have a long and happy life, Harry Potter. I'll be thinking about you.'
