A/N: All right, this is the last chapter. It sorta leaves things hanging, but that was my intention from the very beginning.I always read fictions with everything resolved. Maybe I'll write a sequelin awhile. Dunno.
And yes, I put a whole song on here. But that's just because it's the end! Thanks for all the reviews, guys. See you around.
Looking back at me I see that I never really got it right
I never stopped to think of you
I'm always wrapped up in things I cannot win
You are the antidote that gets me by
Somethin' strong like a drug that gets me.. high
What I really meant to say
Is I'm sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold
Never meant to be so cold
What I really meant to say
Is I'm sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold
Never meant to be so
Cold, to you, I'm sorry 'bout all the lies
Maybe in a different light
You can see me stand on my own again
'Cause now I can see
You were the antidote that got me by
Somethin' strong like a drug that got me.. High
What I really meant to say
Is I'm sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold
Never meant to be so cold
What I really meant to say
Is I'm sorry for the way I am
I never meant to be so cold
Never meant to be so cold
I never meant to be
So cold
I never really wanted you to see
The screwed up side of me that I keep
Locked inside of me so deep
It always seems to get to me
I never really wanted you to go
So many things you should have known
I guess for me there's just no hope
I never meant to be so cold
What I really meant to say (Say)
Is I'm sorry for the way (Sorry for the way) I am
(I am) I never meant to be so cold
Never meant to be so cold
What I really meant to say (Say)
Is I'm sorry for the way (Sorry for the way) I am
(I am) I never meant to be so cold
Never meant to be so cold
Cold- Crossfade
Winter passed, and spring soon followed. The weather became nicer and nicer, but the troubles of the war took everyone's attention off of the warm days.
The battle between light and dark increased, and as did the death toll. It seemed the Dark Lord was in a rage since Harry, once again, slipped through his fingers. The attacks were unpredictable as there were no spies for the light.
Harry considered asking Draco to be a spy for the light, but this was risk that he did not want to put Draco in. Draco had enough pressure with hiding their friendship.
At least there was one thing for sure; the Dark Lord was having trust issues with his Death Eaters. Despite the numbers getting captured or killed, he seemed to be unable to trust them and was going through with plans himself; instead of using his circle. This meant it was more feared attacks; the Dark Lord was much stronger than his Death Eaters.
The Dark Lord was, in fact, getting stronger. Harry knew this from his dreams. Which had become the only insight the Order had to what the Lord Voldemort was planning.
Once Harry had come back, he turned his attention directly to Ginny. Her strange actions kept in his mind, and he would not let it go. It was found that Ginny was suffering from anxiety, but from his conversations with her he knew it was something else.
She was haunted.
Ginny had kept a secret from everybody for a long time. It was not that she knew who Harry was the whole time. It was that she had let something in. Something bad.
Harry was yet to find out what it was, but she would often cry. She had tremendous amounts of guilt. And she was the only one he had shared to, of his friends that he had killed somebody at the Ministry.
Draco and Harry still talked. It was difficult to continue a friendship with Draco's father knowing, so it was more corresponding friendship, and talking during Potions.
The Potions class was taken over by Molly Weasley, who surprisingly was a genius at Potions. She would often compare potions to cooking, and every last day of the week of classes, she would have them cook. "It's a life skill," she would often say.
It was not long until Ron announced that he and his family were moving to a new house. It was really more Mrs. Weasley's idea. With her job and Arthur as Ministry of Magic, they had enough money. Ron was estatic and had snagged a girlfriend; Parvati Patil.
It was June, and Harry was sulking at the thought he would, yet again, have to return to the Dursleys for another summer. His father, having been assumed dead to the world, pulled Harry's name into every issue of the Daily Prophet since he announced he was a Snape.
"Harry, wanna play chess, mate?" Ron asked hoping to cheer Harry up they day the Ministry finally dismissed the search for Severus.
"No, I think I'm going to go for a walk."
"It's past curfew." Hermione reminded.
This made Ron say, "Have fun, mate!"
Hermione grumbled.
Harry mused as he walked quietly through the halls. Ever since Hermione said to him in the Hospital Wing she loved him, he saw her differently than a friend. Not that he was about to jump on the opportunity, her just took more of her warnings more seriously, and listened to her more. Although, today was an acception. He had, after six years of friendship, only realized how to treat her.
Harry slowed when he saw a light coming from around the corner of the hall, and hid behind a knight. A Ravenclaw Prefect, doing rounds, checking for snogging students and late night wanderers. Harry remained still until he passed, except from coming out from behind the knight, he hit it, and knocked it over. He ran as quickly as he could to avoid getting caught, and slipped into the first room he found.
Harry stepped into the dimly lit room, seeing a flicker of shine before the window.
He turned to look behind him, to be cautious over the Ravenclaw, and kept walking closer, until he came face to face with an old mirror. One he had not seen for years.
Gazing into the mirror, he saw his reflection. The image of Severus Snape crossed with Lily Evans. Then, his most secret desire took shape.
He saw a very much alive Severus Snape, with his black robes, pale skin, and black hair slightly behind him, with his hand on Harry's shoulder. The boy in the mirror gave a smile.
Giving a second glance behind him, he saw Snape behind him; hand on his shoulder.
Harry stammered, "Professor,"
The man finally spoke, "Off to bed, son,"
The man lead Harry up to the Gryffindor tower.
Harry asked, "You're really here?"
"Yes, Harry,"
"How are you alive? Where were you all this time? Are you okay? What happened?"
"Why don't we save the questions for tomorrow?"
"Okay," Harry replied, slightly disappointed, but happy.
Once up at the Gryffindor Tower, Harry asked, "Can I ask you a question?"
"You just did, but I am assuming you would like another?"
"What did you see in the mirror?"
His father hesitated but answered softly, "A markless self with his son."