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I forgot to tell you at the beginning that it was not Harry who defeated Voldermort. It was Severus. He didn't curse him instead he shot him with a muggle gun. No magic was involved.

Snape left the spare room and went into his lab. Why, why, why? Dumbledore knew the boy hated him and, as far as he was aware Dumbledorethought that he still hated Harry. Maybe it was one of those things that Dumbledore did for the best. He started to get the ingredients out to make Veritasium, not because he wanted to use it but because his supply was running low. Snape like to put small amounts of the potion in the other teachers' drinks when he actually bothered to go to their parties, just to see what they said. The only teacher who had not had to suffer this humiliation was, of course, Harry.

He started to carefully chop ingredients and add them to the cauldron. Snape was starting to get a nasty suspicion that Dumbledore knew of his real feelings for Harry and was trying to bring them together. Severus wished that Dumbledore wouldn't be so meddling sometimes.

Back in his room Harry looked around, there wasn't much in the room, a bookshelf; a couple of books stood on it but not many, a bed, a small cabinet and a rug on the floor. He supposed that Snape had given him this room so that he couldn't destroy anything, not that he had any intention of doing so. He may dislike the man, (although he was starting to think that that comment wasn't quite true) but he wouldn't go so far as damaging his property.

Harry picked one of the books off the shelf and began to read it. He wished he had picked up the other book, this one was all about famous witches and wizards of the 20th century and, he was in it. Harry had let the book fall open at a random page and begun to read.

"Harry Potter: The Boy Who Lived.

Harry Potter is know for his great defeat of Lord Voldermort (He Who Must Not Be Named) when he was just a year old. He is therefore the only person to have survived one of the unforgivable curses, Avadakadavra. No one is certain how he managed this great feat, but we are sure that he will go on to be the one who finally rids us all of this great evil."

Harry stopped reading and let the book fall to the floor. He thought about the man in the next room, he had been the one to do the great thing that everyone had thought he would do. This made Harry feel guilty, Snape had been in just as much pain as he himself had been. Yet Snape still managed to soldier on while he, Harry, stood screaming in agony, unable to move, pictures of his parents of Voldermort being forced through his head. The last thing Harry had managed to do before the pain became too much was throw the gun to Snape. Harry had expected Snape to be furious at having to do what everyone expected Harry to do. Instead he had come back for Harry, he killed Voldermort and then came back to save him.

That was a strange thought; Harry had never dwelt on it before, why had Snape saved him? That was a question however that didn't need answering. Harry hadn't realised it, but he had been screaming. The memories he knew were painful, but he hadn't realised to what extent.

Snape came in the room, a worried expression on his face. He noticed the book on the floor and picked it up. Harry cowered on the other side of the bed curled up in the corner. Snape only needed to see the title of the page to understand. He closed the book carefully placed it back on the shelf then turned to Harry.

"Harry?" he asked uncertainly. Snape knew Harry hated him but that wasn't the feeling that was returned. He could never be angry because of what had happened, the pain he and Harry had been in was immense. He knew that he had only managed to keep going because he had experienced that sort of pain many times before. But for Harry who had probably only felt it once, and even then he couldn't remember that time, it must have just overwhelmed him. He saw Harry looking at him.

"P...Prof...Professor," he managed to stutter.

That was an odd reaction thought Snape. He had thought that Harry had stopped calling him Professor when he had left Hogwarts and now simply called him Snape.

"Let me go" Harry said quietly.

Whatever Severus had thought he had been expecting that wasn't it. Let him go? Go where? Then it dawned on him, Harry felt as though he was being locked away again. The Dusles (something like that) had locked him in a cupboard, he knew that much, but surely that memory wasn't still haunting him. Suddenly remembering what the boy had just asked him Severus said.

"Come." It was a command, but not said in harsh tones, however could have been interpreted either way.

Harry complied too dazed to do anything else. Severus indicated him to sit on the couch. The fact that Harry did this too was a sign that something was wrong.

Severus sat down on the other end; 'now what?' he thought. Harry had a far away look in his eyes as though he was lost in another world. Suddenly Harry looked round, the look had gone, however he appeared to still be frightened.

"I need to talk to you," Harry didn't move his gaze. He was looking deep into Severus' eyes, looking for an answer.

"Alright" Severus said slowly, still rather surprised by the last comment.

"That book" Harry began glancing back into his room, "It's wrong. Why does everyone have to presume things? How could they be so sure that I would save them? I don't understand, and you are the only person who can answer these questions because you were the one who finally defeated him. I don't care if you still hate me, because you had to kill Voldermort because I couldn't carry on. I'm glad I didn't kill him, I don't want all the attention that I get, I just want to be Harry!" By then end Harry was shouting, but Severus just sat there and listened. He didn't care that Harry was shouting; that was what he needed to do. Everyone else told him to clam down, when really the only way Harry was going to get over it was by shouting.

Severus let Harry calm down slightly before he began his reply. "Harry, I'm not angry with you, on the contrary…" but he trailed off, he couldn't bring himself to say it. He began again, "The reason people think you were the one who would defeat Voldermort is because you were the only one he failed to kill before. If you survived him once people believed you could do it again."

Severus looked at Harry, even though two minutes ago he had been shouting he still looked like a young man of 20. It also looked as if something had come to rest in his mind, something that had been bothering him for the past 3 years.

"Thank you," Harry mumbled, and then, "I'm sorry". He went back into his room, and closed the door.

Severus relaxed. It was only then that he realised how tense he had become. The ordeal, rather than putting him off Harry had simply made his feeling stronger. Harry was far more mature than any other 20 year old would be. He had suffered so much and seen far more than most wizards do in a lifetime. He needed something stable in his life. Severus didn't want to admit it to himself but he could provide that.

Back in his room Harry lay on his bed. What had Snape said? He wasn't angry. Severus had actually been civil to him. Harry then realised what he had thought, Severus. Harry was now certain of what he had been wondering for some time, he was gay. He also knew who he loved, Severus. But Harry doubted that that love would ever be returned.

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