This is my first S/Hr fic. I have taken a sudden interest in the pairing.

r&r please. Flames are welcome as long as they are meant to advise me and
give me tips. Not to say I am a horrible writer or something.

Everything belongs to J. K. Rowling. xo


So many words go unspoken,
As we linger here in the dark.
There is a thing or two I wish you to know,
But all the words seem to slip away,
As you tenderly wrap me in your embrace.
Still I wish I could find a way to say,
I never thought dreams could come true
Yet you showed me that they do,
When you came into my life.
You set my soul free,
With every kiss we share.
That from the moment I saw your face,
These feelings washed over me
Like a tidal wave against the jagged shore.
Tell me you feel the same.
Tell me there is nowhere else you would rather be.
Then here at this moment in each others arms.
So many words go unspoken
As we linger here in the dark.
Trying to find a way to let the other know
How wonderful life is here together silent in the dark.
-Sarrah Chang

I carelessly played with the small diamond ring on my finger. Ron had
proposed three months after the final battle. At last I felt content with my
life. No more worrying about whether or not Harry would make it through the
year or if Ron would start snogging someone else again. No, Harry is now
safe and Ron will soon be mine and I will be his.

The peaceful moment was ruined when Harry came barging into the burrow. The
rest of the Weasley's were out shopping. "I can't believe this!" Harry said
and sat next to me.
"What's the matter?" I asked him as I sat up..

"Snape," he mumbled. I nodded slowly. Harry had told me about how Snape had
died protecting him out of love for Lily. I knew Harry did not like talking
about him.

"What about Snape, Harry?"

"The damn ministry won't put up Snape's portrait," Harry brought his green
eyes up to meet mine. "They want proof, but I can't show them the memories. I
don't think he wanted anyone else to see the parts about my mum."

"Don't you know how to rearrange them?" I asked him softly.
"No. Do you?"

As I began to reply he put his hand up, "That was a dumb question. Can you do
it? Please, Hermione?"
"Of course I will,"

He grinned and reached into his cloak pocket. He held out a small vial that
had a silky mist swirling around inside it. "I had it with me to show the
ministry, but when I got there I realized I couldn't show them."

I reached out and grabbed the vial. It was ice cold, something I was not
expecting. I felt a chill run down my spine. It wasn't just from the cold,
though. I felt like I was violating Snape somehow, as I was going to be
watching these memories. Thinking about death always creeps me out a bit.

Harry's smile softened. I took one last look at him before I uncorked the
bottle and dove in.

x

I landed on the ground with a thud. I looked around the room after viewing
the memories, I was in shock after what I had just witnessed. Severus Snape,
the snarky, greasy git had a heart. I never knew he was actually capable of
loving anyone. I stood up and handed Harry the vial filled with the revised
memories. They were the same with the exception of the ones before Snape was a
teacher. Those had been removed.

"They may know that I edited some things, but they will know that I did not
change any pertinent memories," I told Harry.
He nodded as he answered. "Thank you so much. I'm heading back there now.
Would you like to come?"

I shook my head. My unruly hear fell out of its loose bun into my face. "I
understand," Harry said, "I was shaken up when I first saw the memories too."
Harry left the burrow a few moments later.

I blinked and looked around. I felt like I was in a dream. I grabbed my cloak
and marched out the door.

The shrieking shack seemed colder to me then when I was last here. I walked
up into the top room where I had stood with Sirius, Lupin, Peter and Snape in
our third year. So much had changed since then. Who knew that they would all
end up dying?

I was not sure why I had come here, but I just felt I had to. I needed to pay
my respects to the Slytherin who died for my best friend. His body was no
longer here. I wasn't even sure where he was buried.

"Professor Snape, I'm so sorry. If only we had known. You still may be
alive," I said sadly.

"Bloody Gryffindor's can never let go of anything," I heard a deep voice say
behind me. I spun around and saw a translucent Severus Snape sneering behind
me.