Harry made his way down the corridor of St. Mungo's with Jason. He had brought his son to the hospital this afternoon because Jason was extremely worried about Lori. He had seen her get hit with the torturous curse several times before Ron had been able to escape with him.

A small hand slipped into his. Harry was surprised, Jason had not wanted to hold his hand since he had been a very little boy. He gave Jason's hand a gentle squeeze and looked down at his son.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," he looked down at his scuffed sneakers. "Daddy," he said in a very small voice, "is Aunt Lori going to die?"

Harry's heart broke as he heard the fear in his son's voice. He stopped and knelt down to Jason's level. "Jase, she's going to be fine. I talked to one of the Healers earlier and they said she's okay. She'll probably be really tired for a while but before you know it she'll be good as new."

Jason threw his arms around his dad's neck, which took Harry by surprise and caused him to lose his balance. He grinned as he heard Jason's laughter at his father sprawled on the floor. It occurred to him that he did not know what he would have done if any harm had come to his son last night.

Once Harry picked himself up from off the floor, father and son made their way to Lori's room. Harry's worry disappeared rapidly when he saw Lori sitting up in bed eating lunch. He grinned when he saw Fred was sitting in the chair next to her bed. It was Fred who noticed Harry and Jason enter.

"Hey guys, what's up?"

"Hi," Jason replied. He then ran to Lori's bedside and thrust the bouquet of wildflowers he had in his hand at her. Harry pulled a chair up next to Fred as he listened to Jason animatedly talk to Lori.

"So," Harry said to Fred after sitting for awhile in comfortable silence. "I'm surprised you're the only one here."

"There was a crowd in here earlier but George, Katie, and Charlie got into an argument with Lori's brothers over whether American or British Quidditch was better and the Healer kicked everyone else out."

Harry laughed, "I'm shocked Ron missed that."

"Shocked that Ron missed what?" Ron asked from the doorway where he stood with Hermione, Ginny, Jamie, and Georgia. "Hey, Lori how are you feeling?" he asked with concern.

"Hi, guys," she greeted the newcomers. "I feel fine, thanks. Just really want to get out of here, but the Healer insists that I stay a while longer."

The group visited with each other for a while. At one point Ron stood up and told everyone he had to leave to get to practice on time. He looked over at Jason on his way to the door, "Jason, you want to come? I mean if it's okay with your dad."

"Can I dad, please, please, please," Jason pleaded. From the first he had seen a game of Quidditch he had been fascinated by it. He had been in awe of Ron ever since he found out he played Quidditch professionally. Add to that the fact that Ron was the one who had rescued him the night before and Jason was beginning to think the sun revolved around Ron.

Harry gave his okay. Jason followed Ron out the door. Everyone could hear his excited chatter and Ron's amused laughter as they made their way down the hall.

Shortly after Ron and Jason departed, Ginny and Hermione left to take the girls school shopping. Harry walked them to the exit. When he came back he found Fred and Lori talking quietly. He watched from the doorway with a knowing smile as Fred reached up and tucked a lock of Lori's black hair behind her ear. Silently he turned to leave, he did not think they would mind if he left without saying goodbye.

Since everyone else was occupied for the day, he decided to pay Professor Dumbledore a visit. He had lot of questions that needed answering. When he reached the lobby, he went to one of the fireplaces and with a sigh grabbed the floo powder. "Hogwarts, Headmaster's office!" he yelled as he stepped into the green flames.

"Harry, I've been expecting you," Dumbledore greeted him as he tumbled onto the floor of the headmaster's office. He indicated the chair in front of his desk, "Have a seat. I imagine you have a lot of questions. I will answer everything that I can."

He settled onto the chair. "Yes, sir, I do have a lot of questions and I don't know if all of them can even be answered. I mean how can it be that I remember seeing Snape kill Ron but Ron is very much alive ten years later."

"Harry, Professor Snape did not kill Ron. He saved both Ron and yourself that night."

Harry looked up at his former headmaster with disbelief in his eyes. "But I saw him kill Ron!"

Dumbledore continued to look at him calmly, "Harry, think back to your memory. What did you actually see?"

After a moment, Harry looked up. "He was kneeling by Ron's body and he had his wand pointed at Ron as if he had been cursing him. He told me to leave but I wouldn't. The next thing I remember is being in that room where you came to."

"I have put together the events of that night based on what you, Ron, and Remus told me. You may have to ask them to answer some of your questions. This is what I know. You and Ron were separated from the others that night. Everyone was searching for you two but with so many Death Eaters on the loose it was a continuous battle. You were drawn to the cave where Voldemort was waiting for you. Ron fought off several Death Eaters while you made your way inside. Once you were inside the cave, he became vastly outnumbered. He would have been killed but Professor Snape somehow found him. Severus Snape was a very powerful and talented wizard, Harry, he was able to cast an ancient spell that caused Ron to appear dead, however Ron was still able to hear what was going on. That was what you saw. Severus did not want the remaining Death Eaters to know he was working for the Order. From what I understand from Ron, you refused to leave without Ron. Severus was forced to send you to the only place he knew you would be safe, the room where I found you." He looked deep into Harry's eyes and paused briefly. "The Death Eaters saw him save you. They then knew he was not fighting with them. Harry, they tortured him. Remus and Charlie were the first members of the Order to find them. Charlie took Ron to St. Mungo's where he recovered for the next several months, he had been severely injured before Professor Snape got to him. Remus tried to save Severus but there were just too many Death Eaters. By the time, anyone else arrived to help, it was too late."

For several moments Harry sat in silence. Finally he was able to speak, "Snape saved my life?" Learning this simple fact had disconcerted him more than anything else he had experienced the past few days. Snape hated him, right? But if that were true, why would he have saved him. Suddenly, a realization came to him.

"If I hadn't argued with him, he wouldn't have died," he stated in a hollow voice. "I killed him and he saved me and Ron."

"No, Harry. Voldemort killed him. He died a hero's death like so many others."

Harry left Dumbledore's office a short time later. Instead of going home, he wandered the halls of Hogwarts. There were many thoughts and memories tangling themselves in his mind.

He found himself in the Great Hall and thought about the first time he had seen the magnificent room. It had been the most magnificent place he had ever seen and he remembered his nervousness at seeing so many faces watching him as the sorting hat sat on his head and argued with him. He thought about how different his life may have turned out if the hat had put him in Slytherin.

With a small smile, he turned and made his way up the grand stairway. Several portraits called out greetings to him. He was surprised when he found himself in front of the entrance to Gryffindor Tower, he had not realized that was where he was headed. The fat lady had been so pleased to see him she let him in without the password.

He stood in the middle of the common room and reminisced about the wonderful times he had spent here. The games of wizard chess with Ron, the hours spent cramming for tests, the time during hissixth year when he had finally asked Ginny out, the many arguments of Ron and Hermione that he had listened to. He chuckled to himself at the thought that so many years later they were still bickering.

When he walked up the stairs to the boys' dormitory, he spent a long time in his old room. This had been his home for seven years. Seven of the best years of his life. He realized at that moment how grateful he was to finally remember it all. With a final glance around the room, he headed back down the stairs.

After leaving the common room and saying farewell to the fat lady in the portrait, he made his way back to the entrance hall. He took a final long look around the enormous space and opened the massive doors. The sun was shining down on him as he walked down the lane. Once he left the grounds of Hogwarts, he apparated home.