A/N: Hi, this is my first Harry Potter fic ever. I love Snape! Tune in to find out more because this isn't the end.:)

Snape's funeral had been held separately from the other victims after Lord Voldermort's death, as though to honour him and pay him the respect he had deserved and never earned from everyone else. Everyone had turned up to mourn for the death of the man they believed to be evil, the man Dumbledore has rightfully trusted to everyone's disbelief.

Next to Harry, his giant friend Hagrid was sobbing uncontrollably, with a tissue in his hand. He blew his nose so hard and loud that Ron and Hermoine standing in front of them turned, Hermoine frowning with concern and Ron glaring out of annoyance. Harry slowly reached out his arm to pat Hagrid on the back silently.

Harry never thought he would feel such emptiness and pain at the death of the man he had loathed the most. He imagined that he would have revelled and celebrated, but here he was forcing the tears not to flow down his cheek.

He had no idea what was wrong with him. All his life, he had hated this man. Snape had taunted him, had called his father arrogant and had humiliated him countless of times in Hogwarts. Surely, even if Snape had been Dumbledore's man, Harry would not forgive him…

But no, Snape was not only Dumbledore's man, Snape was in love with Lily Evans, Harry's mother. And it pained Harry to remember what Snape had said to Dumbledore in the pensieve.

"Always."

He had never stopped loving her, and Harry found himself realising that the man whom he thought could not love was the man who loved the most…

"G –great ch – chap, Snape was," Hagrid stuttered in between his sobs when it was his turn to say a word or two about Snape.

"He was Dumbledore's man… Always had been," Professor Mcgonagall said tearfully, but otherwise her face was composed and expressionless.

It was Harry's turn to speak. But as he opened his mouth, he felt like he was being knocked by a sudden pain that numbed him to the ground. He stared at everyone for a while, thinking he might break down any moment.

"We were all wrong about him," Harry said fiercely. "Dumbledore was right… He wasn't a hero, but he wasn't a villain either… He was… A man who sacrificed everything…"

Harry's voice trailed off.

"… Lily Evans… Like my Mum…"

When he finished off, he realised his face was not the only one streaked with tears. Everyone watching him and listening to him had begun to cry silently, touched by what he had said.

SEVERUS TOBIAS SNAPE

9th January 1960 - 1st May 1998

Died a Great Man, a Great Hero

"I trust Severus Snape completely."

A gift from Albus Dumbledore bestowed upon only Severus Snape.

Hours after Severus Snape's funeral, Harry spotted an unexpected, old friend snooping around.