AN: I want to thank you all for reviewing, putting this story on alert, and favoriting my fic. Yes, I know it's still very short, but at least it's longer than last time. And for the first time in history, I have a beta, named Jazz E. Roisin. Yes, you all are the first to read any of my stories with a beta.

Harry Potter took a deep breath. He was very uneasy by all of the looks he received from the audience. The public had requested him to have a speech about Severus Snape in his funeral. They told him that he had to thank the man for all the favors he had given him in his lifetime.

And Harry was thankful. He truly was, but it seemed like the public wanted him to speak openly.

He stared back at the people attending the service, and tried to find his words. "Severus Snape has been cleared for all charges against him and he's the reason why this bitter war has come to an end." He opened his speech like planned, but his voice was shaking in discomfort.

"One week ago I was on the run from the Ministry with my two, best friends. And when you're on the run, you discover that you are either much more alike than you thought you were, or much different. But we all agreed on one thing, no matter the differences we had."

Harry swallowed hard at his own words, and winced about what he was going to say next. "We hated him."

"He had never treated anyone of us kindly in the past." He continued swiftly, not letting the audience chew on it. He had his reasons of course, "I am not saying that we were the best students. I resembled a school enemy who stole his one true love, and I cannot say anything other than it must have been very painful for him to see me there in front of him.

He rarely treated anyone of us fairly, while his Slytherins were favorited, much to our anger. But it was when he killed Dumbledore that we started to hate him for his crimes against us. Dumbledore was a figure we thought would always be there for us and always had a last trick up his sleeve. I saw Professor Snape kill him, and that made me hate him for it."

Harry could see that his audience was getting uncomfortable, just like he was.

"Had I known why he did it, then it wouldn't have been so hard to swallow at the time. Had I known that I was the symbol of his greatest defeat, then it would be easier to understand why he hated me so. Had I known that he was the most brilliant double agent who I have heard of or seen, then it would had been easier for me to respect him at the current time. Had I known that he was forced to kill Dumbledore, what change would it have had?"

Harry looked around him, at every one of his audience, which were deadly silent.

"It would have changed everything. However, it was his secret, and I only learned this after his death. Had I seen him after I learned this, I would have said things to him."

Finally, the speech came to an end. "I am sorry for being so rude to you. And thank you for saving my ass."

He walked down from the pedestal, and while another person was giving their speech, he gulped down a small butterbeer. "Well then, now I have officially apologized to you, Professor." he muttered to low for anybody's ears. "And I mean it this time too. I always have..."

AN: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and I hope to see you all very soon.