Harry POV (point of view)
"Harry! Harry! I have the best idea ever!" Hermione screamed as soon she saw me. She hadn't look this excited in a long time.
Slightly nervously I said, "What is it? You should lower your voice unless you want McGonagall on us again." Savior of the Wizarding World or not McGonagall sure knew how to make me feel like a first year out after curfew.
"Oh hush. You know you and Ron shouldn't have started that competition to see who could speak in their best, as Peeves says, Voldie accent."
I laughed at the way she said Voldie. "Fine okay, whatever. So, what's your idea?" I asked trying to cut off the lecture I knew was coming. Thankfully it worked.
"Well, I was just thinking I know that you and Professor Snape didn't get along well. And I know that he wasn't a very good headmaster, or teacher for that matter, but I was just wondering…" She trailed of looking nervous
"What is it Hermione. He may not have treated me great in school, and he may have acted like a git, but he still did save my life more times than I care to count. I wish he were still alive. I never thanked him you know…" I too trailed off as my thoughts wandered of too that horrible scene in the Shrieking Shack. My eyes burned with unshed tears, like they always did whenever I thought of all the deaths that had taken place during the Final Battle. Shaking my head in an effort to clear my thoughts I asked Hermione, "So what is it? I promise I won't get mad or anything. If there is anything I can do for him I'll do it in a heartbeat."
That seemed to do the trick because Hermione took a deep breath before answering, "Well I was just thinking that he never had himself painted, so there's no way to talk to him."