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Epilogue

Sounds of books ruffling permeated the library. Hermione Granger stepped in cautiously, looking around taking in the mess. When she heard rumors of Professor Snape running amuck in the school library chasing out students with his 'scary' vibe, she gaped incredulously at the prefect confirmed that rumor. Once she made sure the student was not playing a prank on her she decided to check out the library to see if it is as bad as it seems. Standing at the entrance of the library with a fuming Madame Pince behind her, she realized it was definitely that bad. "I'll try to get him out if I can. I'm really sorry about this," Hermione said patronizingly to the seething librarian. Madame Pince gave a curt nod and stalked off menacingly.

Sighing loudly she followed the trail of books.

"Severus? Which section are you in?" she asked loudly, still trying to find the potions master.

Severus appeared suddenly around the corner and said, "Hermione! Come, you can help. Here take a book." He gave her a book and went back behind the shelf. She stared at the book and read aloud, "Psychology of Wizards Demented by Dementors."

Gathering her wits, Hermione peeked around the corner Severus appear and spoke softly, "Severus, are you sure you want to get him back?"

"Of course I am!" Severus said curtly, dropped the book he was holding on the floor and picked out another one from the shelf.

Hermione reasoned, "Severus, you have to consider his feelings. He might not want to-"

"Well we won't know won't we? Since he's now unavailable," Severus interrupted her rudely. He stopped flipping the pages of the book in his hand and glared at the witch. "If you are not going to help then leave. I do not need someone to be my conscience as mine is working fine enough. Besides, it's telling me to get him back and help him. I will not leave him to wallow in his own misery!"

Taking in his words, Hermione stood there petrified for a moment before opening the book she's holding and started reading. Severus smiled slightly at her gesture and continued flipping his book, and thinking 'Well looks like I've found a partner in crime, a perfect one as well. Not that I'll admit it to her, but she is brilliant in research.'

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Like a wise man once said, "What happened is a complete secret, so, naturally the whole school knows."1 So, it was not a big surprise when Albus Dumbledore and Ron Weasley appeared in the library and started on the research. However due to Madame Pince's insistent pestering, the group moved their research to an unused, private room hidden behind the library. They all sat in the library over the weekend, finally getting an idea how badly damage Harry's mind was, to bring about such a drastic decision to erase his own existence.



From what they gathered from the numerous books they have been through no one has ever tried removing or oblivating a whole life of memories. However there are cases where by using accidental magic, certain traumatic memories were block from being access by the patient. Mind healers have found that be slowly removing the blocks and reintroducing memories with correct guidance and support, the patient's mind , although it takes a lot of time and effort, have proved to heal sufficiently.

Now there is only one more obstacle to go through, Sylvain.

"Why must we get permission from that kid?!" Severus protested, glaring at the person who made the suggestion.

Ignoring Severus' glare Hermione went on saying, "Well he is Harry's son. It's only reasonable that we ask him first, like how Harry gave him a choice back when he wanted to remove his memories."

The rest of the group, namely Albus and Ron, nodded their head sagely. Defeated Severus gave his agreement as well.

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"WHAT!!" Sylvain's surprised yell after sitting dazed for two whole minutes, gave Ron such a fright that he almost fell of his chair.

"You mean Harry'll be back? What about Silas?" Sylvain asked frantically, his face contorted into a mixture of emotions, mainly happiness and concern.

"Silas will remain. He is part of Harry. What we are trying to do is bring Harry back. So do you think it will be ok?" Hermione reassured the boy.

Sylvain fidgeted in his chair, hesitating, wondering if this would be the best for his father. After a while he looked up, scrutinized them carefully and said, "Okay."

The group, minus Albus, sighed in relief. Hermione brightened up immediately and gave Sylvain a grateful smile, "Thank you Sylvain." Then she got serious, "There is something else though. Do you think you can persuade your father to let us help him heal? I'm sure you know that your father health is very bad. If he would let us help him…" she trailed of uncertainly.

"He won't die so soon?" Sylvain asked, his eyes shining with hope.

"Yes." Severus answered firmly.

Sylvain gave a small nod, as if he was trying to reassure himself.

"I will try," he said in a small voice.

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Two Years Later



"Goodbye Professor Weasley!"

Hermione smile at the first year and said, "Goodbye Ms. Keane. Be good over summer."

Hermione and Ron got married a year ago. Their wedding ceremony was a beautiful day, there was a spot of trouble but that trouble was worth the trouble. Everything went smoothly until the dinner after their vows were made.

-Flashback-

Hermione looked around the crowd trying to find the distinct black with white streaks among a sea of red. Frowning slightly when she was unsuccessful, she pulled Ron away from Zabini, "Ron, I'm going to find Harry."

His goofy, smiling face immediately turned serious, "Okay. You go get him I'll keep an eye on things here. If it gets bad-"

"I'll heat up the coin, yes," she interjected he husband smoothly. Squeezing his hand reassuringly, she said, "It'll be ok. I know we haven't made much progress but I'm sure we will get through him someday."

"Hmmm." He hummed a yes.

"Well, I'll be going then." She said quietly and gave him a peck on the lips.

The only place he could be off brooding was the yard behind the Burrow. Picking up her pace, she was about to turn the corner when she caught a movement in the shadows.

"Severus? Are you there?" Hermione whispered.

A low voice came from the shadows under a tree nearby, "He's been sitting there since after you made the vow."

"You followed him?" she whispered back, looking around the corner trying get a peek at Harry.

Severus walked out of the shadows retorted smoothly, "Of course, I did."

Mentally noting that Severus was a brilliant spy, she asked, "Did you try talking to him?"

"No," came the short reply.

Hermione heaved a sigh, glared half-heartedly at the potions master and approached Harry cautiously. As she got closer she saw how he was sitting hunched on the edge of the pond, staring blankly ahead.

"Harry?"

Hermione gave him a moment to look up and when he did she continued, "Can I sit here?" She gestured at the spot beside him. He stared at her, his green eyes blank as usual, for a while before giving an almost imperceptible nod.



Slowly, Hermione sat down a little bit away from him.

"Harry, are you ok?" she asked softly.

"I think so," Harry mumbled, still not looking at her.

Sighing internally she pointed out, "If you are, then why are you sitting here away from the celebration?"

Instead of answering his question, he asked, "Are you upset than I'm not celebrating?"

Taken aback by his bizarre question, she wondered 'Do I look upset?'

Then she quickly answered, "No, I was just wondering if you are alright."

At this Harry looked up for a moment before he went back to staring ahead blankly. After a long moment of silence she ventured, "Harry?"

"Hmm?"

Casting around for a reason why Harry was suddenly in one of his brooding mood, she said instinctively said, "Are you upset that Ron and I got married?"

Harry stiffened visibly at these words. Realizing that she had touched a nerve, she wanted to change the subject. But dancing around how he feels about this isn't going to help much. She was about to talk more on this subject when suddenly Harry spoke hoarsely.

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" she prodded.

"I- I… I'm supposed to feel happy right? But I can't. I just can't," he said softly his voice muffled as he buried his head in his hands. Hermione said nothing waiting for him to continue.

"I'm supposed to play my part. I'm supposed to say the lines and do whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing if it would make everyone feel more comfortable. But I don't... I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to be this person. I don't know who this person is."

And then Harry burst into tears hugging his knees, looking so small and vulnerable. A split second before she hugged him, she thought, 'Finally…'

-End Flashback-

That was the first time Harry cried, if she was not mistaken, since Sirius died. After that day, things went smoothly. They met a few bumps on the way but his recovery was essentially successful. Thinking back, she realized that Harry and Severus did not come to send the students off.

'They must be in the library.' She thought before going off to pack up and go home to the Burrow.



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The library door slammed opened loudly. However the occupants of the library did not even flinched at that loud noise. A moment later, footsteps thundered though the library and came to a stop in front of a small looking, pale man with white streaked black hair, and black haired, tall but thin man in black robes.

An unbearably loud voice barked at one of them. "Granduncle Severus! You are suppose to keep an eye on father not encourage him to sink in more into his books!"

The man retorted without even looking up, "Do not speak to me like that kid. We are on the verge of a breakthrough! If you are worried go get us some food."

Sensing a sneer from his granduncle, Sylvain snorted and, childishly, blew a raspberry at him.

A laughter filled voice resonated through the library, "Do as he say Sylvain. I'm kinda getting hungry."

"I'm not your servant!" Sylvain said angrily and left in a huff. Once he was outside the library he smiled, amused by their, his father and Granduncle Severus', antics. Thinking of what sandwiches he was going to order from the house elves, he whistled all the way to the kitchens.

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