Harry's eyes opened slowly, leisurely. He was comfortable, but his vision was blurry. Almost immediately after he noticed this it sharpened, which surprised Harry. He didn't have his glasses on.

He was lying flat on his back on warm grass, staring up at a bright blue sky. There were no clouds, the sun was shining brightly, and everything was oddly still. Harry stood, stretched and looked around. To his surprise, he was exactly where he last remembered. The Prince House to his left and the hill to his right. There were no bodies littering the ground, no Tonks, no Severus. In fact, Harry was the only one there.

Sighing in confusion, Harry rubbed his eyes and started towards the house. He felt completely fine, no aches or pains. The door was closed, but as Harry approached, it swung open.

'Severus?' Harry called out.

'Harry…' The voice wasn't Severus'. It wasn't Tonks'. It was barely a whisper, floating through the house. 'Come to us…'

'Harry… Come…' A different voice this time. More masculine, but it still wasn't Severus. It was coming from the living room. Certain that it couldn't possibly be any rouge Death Eaters, Harry pushed the door to the living room open.

Four figures were lounging in some of the seats. Harry looked around and with a jolt, he realised two of them were his parents. The others were Sirius and a woman he didn't know.

'Harry,' Sirius smiled, standing and opening his arms. With a grin, Harry ran and hugged the man, inhaling his familiar scent. He didn't know how his dead godfather and parents could be there, all he cared about was getting as close to them as possible. When Harry pulled back, he turned to his mother. She smelled sweet and she smiled and stroked his hair when he hugged her. After he had hugged all except the mysterious woman at the back of the room, Lily sat him down in Severus' seat and sat herself in Tonks'.

'Mum, Dad, Sirius…' Harry whispered. 'But how…?'

'Darling,' Lily sighed.

'You are in the Limbo,' James explained softly.

'You are neither dead nor alive, but hovering in between,' Sirius stated.

Harry's first fleeting thought was, 'Oh, man, this is just like one of those stupid, corny chick flicks Dudley liked watching…' But when he realised he was so close to death, his second thought was, 'Those chick flicks all have happy endings, right?'

'But,' Harry started. 'If I'm in between, and you're with me…'

'We are dead,' James sighed. 'Well and truly. When a person is hovering, they are able to speak to the people they wish to speak to the most that have passed away. It would be awful, lonely and confusing if you were to be all alone here.'

'Your body still breathes,' Lily added. 'To those in the world of the living, you would be in a deep sleep, or a coma.'

'Severus...' Harry muttered, only just remembering the man. The woman at the back of the room shifted slightly.

'Ah,' James nodded. 'Yes, Snape.'

'I think he's a lovely match for you,' Lily smiled.

'Really?' Harry whispered. 'You don't mind that I'm… Gay? That I'm with him…?'

'Of course not,' Sirius laughed. 'I was gay myself.'

'But…' Harry frowned. 'Remus always said you were a player.'

'I tried to be with as many girls as possible to hide the fact. Moony helped me come out. I ended up kissing him in front of everyone. We were together for a while, but it just didn't work out. We broke up, but it strengthened out friendship instead of breaking it.'

'You don't care Remus is with Tonks?'

'Nah,' Sirius waved his hand. 'I'm happy for him.'

'We're getting off topic here,' James reminded.

'Right,' Lily nodded. 'Severus is a dark man. He's murdered many people.'

'And he's come back into the light,' Harry argued. 'He's made up for it!'

'You can never make up for murder,' James told him. 'But he has done well with himself. Maybe if he washed his hair once in a while…'

There was a simultaneous 'James!' and 'Dad!' from Lily and Harry. Sirius burst out laughing, while Harry glared at his father.

'Alright, alright, I'm sorry!' James put his hands up. 'I was just kidding!'

Sirius was still sniggering, and after a moment of tightly pressing his lips together, James finally gave in and joined him, roaring with laughter. Lily let out a soft giggle, her eyes bright with merriment. Harry smiled, not at the fact his father had insulted Severus, but at the truly loving look his parents were sharing. Sirius and James also shared a look, but it was of friendship.

Harry and the woman at the back of the room were the only ones not laughing. It took a while for the three adults to calm themselves, and even once they did, they still let out a little snort of laughter every time they remembered the joke.

'So…' Harry started. 'What am I supposed to do? Wait here and talk, when in the meantime everyone will be worrying themselves over me and I get closer and closer to dying?'

The look of panic in his bright green eyes that were exactly the same shape and shade Lily possessed made James frown. He stood and crouched in front of his son, shaking his head, the locks of his hair that matched Harry's bouncing slightly as he did so.

'Of course not, Harry,' he murmured, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder. 'You get to choose.'

'Choose?' Harry queried, glancing at his mother. She stood and enveloped him in her motherly hug, and at once he forgot about everything except her embrace.

'Yes, my darling, choose,' she whispered. 'You may choose to return to the land of the living, suffer hardship and despair, work non-stop to defeat Voldemort, or…' she paused to smile down at him. 'You can let it go, and come with us. You'll never be hurt again, be given everything you ever wanted. You won't have any scars…' she slid her finger over his forehead, and only then did he realise the lightning bolt shaped scar had vanished. 'You won't have to wear glasses. You can meet your grandparents, and even see Arthur and Remus.'

'Why aren't they here, then?' Harry asked, struggling not to immediately tell them he wanted to die. It was tempting, so tempting, and his mother's descriptions weren't helping. There was a reason why he didn't want to go, and his heart ached for this reason. He could not remember who or what it was due to his mother's smothering embrace.

'To visit you, they would have had to be diseased for at least two months.' Lily replied. 'They have only died recently, honey. But if you come with us, you can see them all you like. You could live with us, and we'd take care of you. Wouldn't that be nice? You could see that Cedric Diggory boy again, as well. Wouldn't you like that?'

Harry was struggling not to give in. He knew he couldn't, he knew he'd regret it. To take his mind off it, he turned to the woman at the back of the room.

'Mum,' Harry said. 'Who is that?' He pointed, and the woman snorted and shifted her long black hair.

'Her?' Lily raised her eyebrows. 'I haven't asked yet.'

'Yeah,' Sirius agreed. 'Who are you?'

'My name is Eileen.' The woman said, her voice croaky. 'Eileen Prince.'

'Prince…?' Harry whispered, wondering where he'd heard the name before. Something about a League...

'Before I died, I was once Eileen Snape.'

At these words, it all came rushing back. Severus, the Prince's League, Severus, Tonks, Severus, Tonks' baby, Severus… His love for Severus came back at full force, and he pushed his mother gently away.

'Severus,' he stated blandly, staring at the woman he'd always secretly wished to meet ever since he'd fallen for the Potions Master.

'Severus is my son,' Eileen agreed. 'And I couldn't be more proud of him.'

Her voice became louder as she said this, making Harry frown. 'Of course you would. Why wouldn't you be?'

'My idiot of a husband never let me show affection for my son,' Eileen sighed. 'He said it would soften the boy, make him a pansy. He beat me if I hugged him, touched him more than strictly necessary. He would beat Severus, too. Especially when he was in one of those drunken rages…' Eileen shuddered. 'I want to show that son of a Death Eater that I'm free of him now, and I can do whatever I want.'

'Son of a Death Eater?' Harry spluttered. 'I thought Severus' father was a Muggle!'

'It's a figure of speech, Harry,' Sirius informed him. 'Many pure-blooded families that aren't in Slytherin, like the Weasley's and the Potters, use it.'

'So it's kind of like that Muggle on, son of a bi-'

'Yes, yes, like that!' Lily interrupted hastily, her eyes widening. 'But we don't need to say that, now, do we?' She stroked Harry's head lovingly, motherly. 'Have you made you're choice?'

'I-' Harry stuttered, struggling to remember Severus. 'I was wondering if it were possible to see… What I look like? My real body?'

It was a vague description of what he wanted, but they all seemed to understand. Lily led him to the kitchen, and the rest followed. Lily grabbed a large bowl and filled it with water. She set it down on the table and they all gathered around it.

'Harry Potter,' Sirius stated clearly, and the water blurred. Smiling, Harry remembered the Magic Mirror and the many adventures he's had with it. Soon, the water stopped rippling and showed Harry a clear vision of himself.

This Harry was lying in his own bed at the Prince's House. He never moved saved for the rising and falling of his chest, and even that was faint. It was dark, but the door opened and light spilled inside. Severus moved with grace into the room, his face shadowed and haunted. He carried a bowl of water and a cloth with him, and he sat himself down in the chair beside Harry's bed. Severus then proceeded to dip the cloth in the water and dab in onto the unconscious Harry's forehead, which the spiritual Harry could see still had the scar. When Harry showed no response to the light dabbing, Severus sighed and set the cloth aside. He sat on the bed beside Harry and stared down at him for a moment, letting his long finger trace over the boy's lips, which he so loved to kiss.

'Harry,' his voice was barely a whisper, but all four could hear him clearly as if he were speaking normally right beside them. 'Harry, don't leave.'

A small pang of paint hit Harry's heart, and he watched in pity as Severus lowered his head. 'Don't leave me. I've always been alone. Despised by my own parents…'

Here Eileen hissed and shook her head.

'Despised by my own peers, hated by you,' he took in a trembling breath. 'But all that changed when you stopped hating me, didn't it? I don't even know how it happened. One moment I was raging about having to let you into my own home, the next I was anxiously awaiting the next moment I could see you. I never thought you could return my feelings. Never. Yet you did, and going as far as to say you love me…'

Severus trailed off, staring miserably at the still unresponsive body.

Lily waved a hand over the bowl of water, and the vision vanished. 'There. You've seen what you've asked.'

Harry's eyes were hard and cold as he stared at the bowl. 'I've made my decision.'

'Oh?' James raised his eyebrows. He slung an arm around Harry's shoulders, while Lily embraced him again. Somewhere in the back of his mind Harry wondered if they were purposely trying to make him want to die, and he desperately tried to find the will to throw them off.

'Yes, I have!' He muttered, squirming in Lily's arms. 'I want to live, I want to go back to Severus!'

His parents stepped back, their faces grave. 'I see,' James said softly. 'Harry, I'm sorry. Lily and I love you so much, we want you to never leave us again. But it was wrong of us to try and make you forget Snape. We knew if you forgot him, you'd see no point in living…' He trailed off and glanced at his wife.

'I'm sorry as well, Harry,' Lily sighed. 'We were so caught up in the thought of you returning to us…'

'It's okay,' Harry assured them. 'Really, it is. I understand. But I've got to go back. Voldemort is still alive… And what other kid has managed to thwart him at least six times?'

Sirius, James and Lily all smiled at this.

'And I've got to go back to Severus. I don't know how I ever lived without him, and I don't ever want to again.'

'I'm glad,' Eileen sighed. 'He deserves to find love.'

'As do you, son,' James told him seriously. 'Always remember, we love you, and approve of your choice in Snape.'

'I love you, Harry,' Lily whispered.

'Never stop trying, Harry,' Sirius smiled. 'You've got the magic touch. No matter what goes wrong around you, it always rights itself in the end.'

'Take care of my son,' Eileen nodded as she said this, stepping closer to pat him on the arm. 'He will prove a difficult puzzle for you to piece together, but I'm sure you have the will to do it.'

'We love you,' Sirius, James and Lily reminded.

All to soon, the all stepped back, and Harry's vision was going blurry. He felt dizzy, and felt the world around him going black.

Next thing he knew, he was waking up in his bed several weeks later, staring up into the startled face of one Severus Snape.

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Yay, long chapter!

I was very amused at the death threats I got from some reviewers when they thought I had killed Harry.

Of course I couldn't kill him. He's just too adorable.

I hope this wasn't to cliché or typical.

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