"That wand's more trouble than it's worth,"
he stared up at the Dumbledore on the wall.
"There's something else... The people that were killed in the last fight, everyone in the last day, is coming back to life."
The painting seemed bewildered. "Coming back? Really coming back to life?"
Harry nodded.
"I have no explanation for it. It's impossible... Perhaps... since Voldomort is finally gone, all the pain and death he has caused is reversing... righting itself."
Hermione gasped, "The last enemy that shall be destroyed..."
"I didn't destroy death, Hermione." Harry smiled though, because he realized he didn't really care if he had an explanation.
Then a thought hit him."Ron, Hermione? You go back down to the party. I' want to check something first..."
Ron looked as if her were going to resist, but Hermione grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the room.
Harry slowly entered the Shrieking Shack, unsure of what he might find in the seemed years ago he watched it happen.
He entered; Snape was not on the floor where Harry had left him.
Instead, the man stood looking out the window.
Harry stood for a while, wondering if he was welcome or if he should just leave.
" 'A gloomy peace this morning brings'..." the low voice trailed off.
Harry, still unsure, took a few tentative steps forward. When Snape did not turn, he continued till he was beside him, looking out the window up to the castle.
"If I had known that we would all live through this," Snape said slowly, "I never would have let you see..."
and afterward, protect him for her.
The man who, had things gone just a little differently, might have even been his father...
He looked up to his neck; sticky blood the only sign of the fatal bite from Nagini.
"I'd... I'd never tell anyone. But I will tell them you were acting under Dumbledores orders. They should all know what you've done for us... for me, Severus."
Snape looked at him; whether it was from Harry calling him by his first name, or the emotion which Harry said it, he was clearly shocked.
They stared at each other silently for a moment, only broken when Snape nodded and turned to leave the room.
"I'm going to disappear for a while. I just want to be alone for a week or two. I will be back."
Harry did not follow after, but continued to look out the window.
"Harry... you must know... I never... hated you..."
Harry felt the his hand on his shoulder, tightening.
Harry forced himself to speak through the sob that tried to choke him, "Can we... I want to try to at least be fr- friends... for my mother... is that possible?"
He couldn't turn around, he could only stare out the window.
He was so afraid of the answer.
"I think it only best. For her memory..."