Harry avoided talking about Dumbledore as much as he possibly could for the whole summer. There were times he, Ron and Hermione talked briefly about the topic. He did, however, take Hermione's advice into consideration. When he had trouble falling asleep at night, he'd lie on his bed and think hard with the most peaceful mood, that something might be behind Dumbledore's death. Most of the time, he couldn't think of anything as sleep took over him. Other times, he just felt like strangling Snape's life out of his body.

One night, Harry was up and thinking again. He somehow was a bit persuaded that maybe he had misunderstood everything. But his hatred for Snape never seemed to cease. As Harry breathed deeply and tried to soothe the blazing thoughts within him, Hermione had knocked on his door.

Silently, he walked over and opened the door. "Yes?"

"I just thought of something. Would you like to hear it?"

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Harry, Ron and Hermione waved goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley as they got onto Hogwarts Express. Carrying their seventh year books, luggage, their owls and a very sleepy Crookshanks, they walked around to find a compartment. They weren't too stunned by the silence within the train this year.

"It really did have a big effect…." Ron whispered as he joined his friends in an empty compartment.

Harry, on the other hand, didn't feel like talking. His mind was filled of nothing, nothing but the assumption Hermione made a few days ago.

"Harry!"

Hermione and Ron's voice suddenly shook Harry out of his thoughts, "Huh?"

"Would you please cut the contemplation until we get to school?" Hermione had her hands together, begging, "It's merely an assumption from me, Harry, don't take it as if it's the right answer."

"Yeah," Ron said as he chewed on a chocolate frog, "Hermione is normally right on everything, but I'm not sure about this one. I mean it's logical and all…. But, really mate, who knows except Dumbledore and perhaps…. Snape?"

Snape. The name rang in Harry's ears. He didn't feel the normal burning sensation of hatred; rather, he felt something else… something much better than hate.

Hermione sighed as her two friends slept quietly across from her. She wanted Harry to feel better, because he's already experienced a lot of pain in his life. Not to mention he had to fight Voldemort, who was the main reason for almost all of Harry's agony. Somehow, deep inside her, she knew that something was mistaken. Dumbledore's presence was still lingering around the three of them. It felt as if he just left for a place far away, not dead. But Hermione had to admit, she was not confident about what came out of her mouth that night. She was merely guessing, and the chance of this guess being wrong than right was quite obvious. But it didn't matter at the moment, at least Harry felt a little bit better. As for the true answer, she knew exactly who to ask.

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Severus slowly walked out of his house in Spinners End. An owl perched on the mail box in front of the house; he looked over at Severus and hooted delightfully.

Severus slowly approached him and took the maroon letter tied on his foot. There wasn't anything written in the front except a SS in cursive. A tense expression swept across Severus' face, he quickly stuffed the letter into one of the pockets in his frock coat.

It's still very, very dangerous for him to do this. Severus kept his hand inside the pocket, gripping the letter tightly as he left for Hogwarts.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters or spells or whatever else that appears in the books

A/N: This is my very first post. Although I have written fan fiction before, but for Harry Potter, this is my first. I'm not really experienced on terms of leaving comments and/ or doing what normal fan fic writers do. I hope everybody can give me reviews…. it'll help a lot, oh, and PLEASE be strict and harsh if it really sucks. But at the same time, you need to tell me what you don't or do like about it xD However, if you do not support this pairing, please don't bother to say anything. Thank you. The title might be confusing at first, read on, and you'll understand why I call it Veracious Answers.