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Hogwarts castle was silent as the students slowly made their way to the Quidditch pitch where a temporary podium had been set up for a funeral.

A solemn Dumbledore stood in front of the school and waited for the last students to take their seats.

Snow drifted about the pitch gently swirling; covering the pitch, the crowd and the ivory colored coffin that the stage held, in a powdery soft white blanket.

Once the last student was settled Dumbledore took a deep breath and began the ceremony. "Two days ago the body of Professor Severus Snape was discovered in the ruins of the Ministry of Magic. Not much is known about his death, but one thing is for certain; Professor Snape was murdered. I am not naïve, I realize not many people liked Professor Snape," ignoring the students whispering he continued, "and I know that he didn't exactly try to make it easier to get along with him. But Professor Snape was a good man, he will be dearly missed. Let have take a moment to remember him by."

The students and teachers remained silent, most thinking about the first time they had met Snape. He had been rude, cruel, angry, bitter and resentful to all of them. Most could not understand why Dumbledore had such faith and trust in the man.

Only a handful of teachers, four Gryffindors and a Slytherin did. They all knew that although Snape had been all of those things he was also a wizard fighting for the light side, for what he believed in.

And although Harry would never admit it out loud, he respected Snape and what the man was doing. Snape put his life on the line every time he answered Voldemorts call, and to Harry that earned his respect. Harry also knew that Hermione and Jessica respected him as well. And although Ron was keen to call the potions master a 'great greasy git' at every occasion possible, Harry suspected that the bad tempered redhead held some sort of admiration for their Professor.

But now Snape no longer needed to worry about Voldemorts meetings, punishments or abuse. As far as the world was concerned, Professor Severus Snape was dead, and it would remain that way until the final battle; which Snape had been adamant about fighting in.

Seeing as how Snape would be completely comatose for more then a month, Harry had discussed it with the others and they felt the only safe place to keep the Professor while he was recovering was the Chamber of Secrets. They would each take turns sitting with Snape after classes and Harry had later arranged for Dobby to look in on the professor when they couldn't. Dobby had been ecstatic to do this for Harry and when he explained to Dobby that no one could know about his visits or that professor Snape was alive. Dobby had promised to keep the secret.

As Harry half listened to Dumbledore's eulogy as he couldn't help but glance across the pitch to the Slytherin seating area; his eyes resting on one particular student, Draco Malfoy.

When Jessica had told Harry about the Death Eater meeting, the Gryffindor had immediately sought Draco out. Once he had him alone Harry told the pale boy that they could get him out of Voldemorts clutches.

What Draco had said both shocked and awed Harry.

(Flashback)

As they were leaving Defense against the Dark Arts Harry quickly caught up with Draco. Grabbing Draco's elbow Harry quickly led the boy into a deserted classroom, and threw up a silencing charm.

"You don't have to do this, Draco."

Draco raised an eyebrow at the use of his first name then threw Harry a confused look, "What are you going on about, Potter?"

Sighing and rubbing a hand across his eyes, the raven haired boy explained, "We can get you out. You don't have to spy for us. You could get hurt… or killed. It's not worth it, just let us help you find a way to escape Voldemort."

Flinching slightly at the mention of the dark lord's name Draco dropped into a chair deep in thought.

"Why are you suddenly calling me by my given name?"

The sudden change in topics shocked Harry and he had to take a moment to collect himself, "I respect you," came the sincere answer.

"Why, I've done nothing to deserve your respect. You shouldn't respect me! I don't even respect myself! All my life I've been known as a bully, people feared me. I admit I didn't exactly try very hard to correct them. It was safer that way, with my father being who he was. I had to act like a Death Eaters son would act. I bullied and hurt people because I was too weak to stand up to my father andfight for what I thought was right." Taking a deep breath Draco continued his voice softer, almost impossible to hear, "I need to do this, Potter, because it's what I believe in. If undergoing unbearable torture everyday is the way to do it, then so be it. I'll take anything he can throw at me. I think its high time I earned the respect you so willing gave to me, then maybe in time, I'll learn to respect myself again."

Harry sat in stunned silence, almost unable to comprehend the speech he had just heard. Was this really the same boy he had gone to school with for five years? The sincerity and determination in Draco's voice spoke to Harry more then his words had. Draco would do anything to help in this war and he wanted to fight for the light side. And although Harry couldn't help but think there was something other then just the Slytherins belief guiding the boy's choice, he smiled grimly and decided to let the boy have his chance at redemption.

"Alright, so tell me what Voldemort wants you to do?"

(End Flashback)

Once Draco had told Harry about his assigned mission of finding and unveiling the Mystic Knight housed at Hogwarts, the two boys had discussed what the Slytherin should do.

Although Harry believed that Draco was on the light side he couldn't bring himself to reveal Jessica and himself. After all five years of mistrust still had Harry doubting the boy, and until he proved himself worthy, Harry would always hold certain things back from the Slytherin.

Finally it was decided Draco would indeed attend the Death Eater meetings and let Voldemort now bits and pieces of information about Mystic Knight sightings around the castle. Hopefully if Voldemort thought Draco was making progress with his task, the dark wizard would be less inclined to punish him.

Harry pulled back from his thoughts with a slight shake of his head, turning his eyes back to the stage he let his attention rest on the Headmaster.

"If anyone would like to walk by the coffin and pay their last respects, do so now. If not please help yourself to refreshments and tea whilst Hagrid and I make the final preparations for the burial."

Harry couldn't help but wince slightly at the miniscule number of people that actually went up to say goodbye to the man. Out of the hundreds that had attended the funeral only a dozen or so had.

Standing up, Harry weaved between the numerous rows of chairs, slowly making his way up to the stage and ultimately the casket.

Ignoring the whispers of shock emanating from the crowd, he stood in front of the coffin staring down into the Professors paler then normal face. Breathing a sigh of relief that the strong glamour charms were still in place he took a moment to study the man before him.

Snape had been dressed in black robes made of silk and as he lay there, Harry couldn't believe how peaceful he looked. Staring at the Professor for a few moments, Harry sighed gently then quickly paid his respects when he felt an unfamiliar presence at his side.

Nodding in acknowledgement and sympathy at the unknown wizard, Harry took once last look at Snape then retreated from the stage and over to his friends.

"Deserves him right, it did,what with being a Death Eater and all." Dean Thomas was saying to the others as he helped himself to cauldron cakes and a bottle of Butterbeer.

"Nobody deserves to be killed," Ginny protested angrily glaring at the fifth year, "Not even Snape."

"I agree with Dean, Snape was just a great big git, he had it coming." Seamus, Dean's best friend said.

"I'm surprised he wasn't killed before now," Parvati Patil agreed a slight smirk resting on her face.

"A man is dead," Harry snarled feeling the anger start to boil inside of him, "Try to remember that. Professor Snape my not have been very nice at times, but he was a good teacher and an even better man, none of you will ever know what he's risked for all of you."

Silently seething Harry turned away from the group of students and walked away before he gave to much away. What angered Harry the most was that no one would know about what Snape had been doing for the light side. They would always see him as nothing but a Death Eater, someone who deserved to die. Shaking his head at the injustice of it all Harry plopped into a seat and dropped his head into his hands.

"You ok?"

Harry tilted his head toward the soft voice of his partner.

Smiling gently at Jessica as she took a seat next to him, he nodded in the affirmative.

Silence reigned between the friends and Harry turned his head to stare at the ground once more.

"It's too bad no one will really know what Snape had been doing for the light side," Jessica said, having heard Harry's impassioned speech to his fellow Gryffindors. Glancing at Harry out of the corner of her eye she continued, "Because we both know Dumbledore would never allow that, even in 'death' he believes no one should know about Snape's double agent status." Seeing Harry's expression sour even more then it had been she continued, "But, if it all somehow got out…"

Blinking in surprise, Harry spun around to face her completely, shock evident in his eyes.

"You can't be serious," he sputtered. "Dumbledore would be furious… not to mention Snape when he wakes up! I could never…"

Jessica chuckled gently, "Why not. Snape deserves to be recognized for what he did. People should know why he died. Besides what have I told you, do what's right, not what other people want you to do, or expect you to do. It's your choice Harry; I'll leave it up to you. Besides no one will ever know you had anything to do with it."

Gently patting his arm, she moved to leave and wasn't too surprised when Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her back down into her chair.

"What do you have in mind?" he asked smiling warily.

"Harry my boy, I have two words for you; Rita Skeeter."

Later that very night Harry and Jessica found themselves waiting for the Daily Prophet reporter in the Leaky Cauldron, nursing Butterbeers. Both the Gryffindors were wearing dark cloaks and hoods to conceal their identity.

After the funeral had ended and Snape had been buried the guests had retired to the Great Hall then ultimately their houses or dorm rooms for the night.

Harry, Hermione, Ron and Jessica had met up with Draco at Snape's burial site and together the four had dug Snape back up and removed his body from the coffin. Jessica had suggested that in case someone dug up the body for whatever reason, they should at least leave one in there.

So they replaced Snape's body with that of one they had taken from a muggle morgue, and placed strong and very difficult to conjure glamour's on the John Doe.

Rom and Hermione had not thought such powerful glamour's possible at first but Harry had told them it was a Mystic Knight thing and they didn't doubt it anymore when they saw the transformation.

After, Harry had sent the others to bed and he and Jessica shimmered Snape down into the Chamber of Secrets. Dobby, at Harry's request, had set up a bed with many blankets and had stolen some small personal things of Snapes to sit on a table, in order to make the Professor feel more at home.

And now here they were, waiting for a witch Harry disliked almost as much as Lucius Malfoy.

"Hello, Mr. Potter." A soft whisper brought Harry back to the present and he watched the reporter take a seat across from him.

"Ms. Skeeter," Harry acknowledged somewhat coldly, "I'm sorry to bother you at such a late time, but I'm glad you could make it."

She flashed him a fake smile and stated, "I must admit I was surprised, I didn't think I would ever hear from you again." Glancing briefly at the second cloaked figure, she raised an eyebrow and questioned, "Now what is it that I can do for you?"

"I have decided to give you a chance to get back in my good graces." Seeing he had her attention he grinned beneath his mask and leaned forward. "I have a story that I want you to print. But there are rules. 1) You must print the story exactly the way I tell you, no making things up as you go along; I want nothing but the truth. 2) I want no one to know that I had anything to do with this, my name can not be mentioned."

"A good reporter never reveals her sources," Rita cut in indignantly.

Harry nodded, "Your right, I'm sorry to offend you. And lastly I want every wizard and witch in England to get a copy. I'll pay for them if need be. Do you agree to these terms?"

Rita didn't even hesitate before she nodded eagerly, "That sounds like a good deal Harry, what's the story?"

The next morning at breakfast, the Great Hall was a buzz as students of all ages, houses, and genders discussed the article about their former teacher.

"Harry, have you seen the news!" Hermione cried brandishing the Daily Prophet as Harry stumbled to his place at the table.

"No," he answered suppressing a yawn, "why? What's going on?"

"It got out somehow, the truth about Snape, I mean. He's being regarded as a hero." Ron answered shoving the paper at Harry.

Glancing at the headline, Harry could hardly suppress his excitement.

SEVERUS SNAPE UNMASKED!

By Rita Skeeter

The recent murder of suspected Death Eater, Professor Severus Snape, has shocked everyone. But this reporter has discovered something far more shocking. Professor Snape was a spy in you-know-who's midst.

I have learned, from reliable sources, that Professor Snape was killed by Death Eaters because you-know-who found out that the potions master had been spying on him and reporting to a warrior for the light; Albus Dumbledore…

The article went on to discuss the many things Snape had endured, and done for the light, and Harry couldn't have been happier about the ways things had turned out. He knew at that very moment people all around England would be finding out the truth about the potions master and although it wouldn't change everyone's outlook about the man, he knew at least some would think about him in a new light.

Well, was it good?