Chapter 11

The next morning the idiots hounded him again, making him growl, he really hated them all. Ron tried to act like nothing had happened and was talking to him about the Chudley Cannons and Hermione was worst of all. She walked all the way down to the great hall she muttering that he had better have done all his homework. All he could think was 'how stupid could they be to keep acting like nothing had happened?'

On entering the Great Hall, he went straight to the Slytherin table and sat down next to Draco. As they both reached for the sausages the one most faithful Death Eater left said the words to activated a portkey and Draco Malfoy accompanied by the former Harry Potter vanished into thin air. They fell with a thud onto a cell floor and both knew that they had been kidnapped.

"Alohamora," muttered Harry and exited the open door of the cell. Draco walked behind him with them both shouting "Stupefy" together and the two Death Eaters, Crabbe and Goyle fell stunned to the floor with a loud thump.

"I'm surprised they didn't shake the bloody building," Harry said. Draco could only nod in agreement. Crabbe and Goyle Juniors were both the same, fat disgusting lumps. Harry began taking the memories from his mind and filling his pensive chain, the chain was full of silver strands of memories that could be turned larger to watch and had not been used in a long time.

They left the manor but as Harry was just about to hail the knight bus, Voldemort and what was left of the Death Eaters appeared. They included his father who was looking at him with fear in his eyes. It became obvious to Harry right there and then that the man really did love him and didn't want him to die.

That made Harry's heart soar. Handing a dagger to Draco he discreetly said, "My father is here, watch out, spy," it was all he needed to say. The others didn't hear him thankfully or that would have been the end of the man's life.

Before they knew it they were killing the Death Eaters that were left. They had made their decision and chosen this path so Harry didn't feel sorry for them, not any more, he used to but now he had no room in his voice for pity. Draco and Narcissa had not been marked and for that he was glad, glad that he had been able to save some people from the darkness.

Soon there were no death eaters left. Severus was on the floor stunned by a weak stunning spell, which he was fighting his way through to consciousness. All the other death eaters lay bleeding from different places on their bodies, slowly dying from a poison that Harry had made.

"So Harry Potter, you have been learning something new," hissed the Voldemort angrily.

"That's right Tom," spoke Harry.

"Do not call me that Potter," said Voldemort.

"Did you like my excellent exploding presents?" asked Harry making Draco smile.

"I knew it was you Potter! No one else could have got into Slytherin manor, there are no other parseltongues," hissed Voldemort angrily before shouting "Avada Kedavada," but it missed Harry by miles.

"Tut Tut tut. See what happens when you get angry Tom?" said Harry as if he was telling of a child for stealing a cookie, making Voldemort all the furious.

"Crucio" yelled the Dark Lord "I will teach you manners before you die boy, I will made you beg before the end."

The curse hit Harry. The dark lord walked over triumphant, but Harry did what no one else had ever done, he had stopped the Cruciatus Curse. The curse that had no counter and no defence against except dodging out of the way and he was not affected. Harry rose to his knees; the scenery was beautiful despite the dead bodies, green covered trees standing proud and tall shielding the building from view, the sky was blue without a cloud in sight. 'A beautiful day to die' Harry thought.

Draco was too petrified to move, Harry had saved him but he just wanted to be as far away from the Dark Lord as he could, and he wanted to take Harry Potter with him. There was nothing he could do but stand there, he was terrified and he hated the feeling of helplessness. For the first time he watched in awe as Harry beat the Cruciatus Curse, it would be phenomenal tale if he lived to tell it. He was observing them so intensely that he didn't see Severus and another Death Eater begin to stir.

"Stupefy," yelled Harry.

"Protego," countered Voldemort.

"Brackium emendo," shouted Harry pointing at Voldemort's feet. He was not ready to put another shield up and as all the bones in his left leg disappeared, the Darkest Lord of the Wizarding world fell to the ground.

Harry walked over to the man, bellowing "Expelliarmus," and took the brother wand from Voldemort. He said, "You picked the wrong one to mess with!" before hollering the words of the killing curse, "Avada Kedavada!"

For the first time in Voldemort's life, he looked scared. He had always thought of himself as indestructible but he didn't have the Philosopher's Stone and so he wasn't invincible. The curse hit him but he didn't die, it just made him very weak.

Just then Draco screamed "Noooooo," at the same time as Severus did. Draco took out the Death Eater that had just hurt Harry with one curse.

Harry heard them yelling and was about to turn around when he saw a Death Eater lunge forward and pierce his lung with a dagger. Funnily enough it didn't hurt. He fell on top of Voldemort. The Dark Lord reached up to take Harry's wand but the blood pouring onto him from Harry's wound made him screech in pain. The agony was so great that he could not even think, the last thing he saw was Severus Snape looking worried, lifting up Harry Potter, before death claimed him. His soul forever parted with his body, there was no way he could come back.

"Harry, no! Please stay awake, this is not how it is supposed to end," cried Severus. The man who was usually devoid of emotions was now filled with a sense of fear, sadness and self-loathing.

"Draco, leave us now. You were the best friend one could ask for. I'm sorry I didn't take your hand in the first year I wish I had. I've wasted five years in the wizarding world and I have no friends or family to show for it," murmured Harry weakly, his lung had been pierced and he was dying.

"Harry! This was not how it was meant to go. We were meant to grow old, have families and name each other godfather's to our children," said Draco with tears in his eyes.

"We can't always have what we want now, can we Draco? You know that," said Harry, nodding his head. Draco walked away from his first and only friend knowing it would be the last time he saw him alive. He lay down outside on the grass and cried for the loss of a real friend, knowing that his Godfather would never be the same after this.

Harry weakly took the chain from around his neck and slowly gave it to Severus. He accepted it with shaky hands, wanting to ask what it was but he could not speak at the injustice of it all. He was supposed to spend the rest of his days making it up to his son, to earn his forgiveness.

"What is it?" Severus managed to croak out.

"It's a pensive with all my memories in it. After you watch them you will comprehend why I can't forgive you and why I don't want anything to do with you. I think you might just understand. No one else knows about how I was treated apart from a few of the Order, Dumbledore and McGonagall," whispered Harry.

"What do you mean?" asked a confused Severus.

"Don't matter. It will make sense when you view them. There is another one in the vault, please watch them together. Perhaps Draco can see them too," Harry's breath was becoming more shallow.

"Why did you never visit me? Not even once, where were the Christmas and birthday presents?" asked Harry in despair.

"Why would you need a present from me? When you probably got lots of presents from your family?" snarled Severus. It was obvious from the look in his eye that he was envious that the Dursleys got to bring him up.

"There is nothing to be jealous of. I will never forgive you, but I will always be proud that you were my father. How you managed to stand up to that man, day in and out, got information for the order. You even sacrificed your chance of a family to protect them, but I will never understand why you gave me away…,"

Severus interrupted him, "You were in danger. You know that you had just killed the one I was forced to serve. They would have killed you."

"No. I would never have been Harry Potter if I went with you, I would have been Harrison Alexander Snape. All it takes is a bit of plastic surgery to remove the scar, one trip to the muggle world and I wouldn't have been recognizable as Harry Potter," said Harry.

Severus Snape looked stunned, before rasping out, "Muggles can do that?"

"Of course they can. The scab would heal leaving clear smooth skin behind. Magic can help muggles just like muggles can help magical wounds," said Harry. He could feel his breathing slowing and he knew he didn't have long left; Severus was too shocked to speak. His son was dying.

"I may not forgive you, but I am proud to have you as a father. I love you," muttered Harry. With a shuddering breath he breathed his last and fell limp in to his father's arms leaving a broken man behind.

Severus didn't know how long he sat holding the dead body of his son in his arms. He felt completely numb and he didn't think he had the strength to carry on; it was a miracle that his heart had not given up on him.

He was not aware of Narcissa apparating to him and transporting them all into the Great Hall where terrified people sat huddled. Dumbledore's twinkle was almost none existent when he saw Harry's lifeless body. This boy was supposed to be the saviour and he needed him. He tried to enter Draco's mind but he could not get in, Draco seemed to have become a great occlumens.

He knew Severus' shields were too strong for him to get passed; he hated not knowing what was going on and what had happened. The students all gasped in shock, even the Slytherins when they saw who was cradling Harry Potter, they had never seen the man showing so much emotion. People began to cry, but not Ron and Hermione, they smirked because they were sure to get his money after all, how could he have written a will at only sixteen? They had no idea how wrong they were.

The ministry soon arrived. Severus took off the charms that they had placed on Harry when he was just one year old. More tears made their way down the man's face. His son looked so much like him that the students were left in no doubt that Harry Potter was in fact Harry Snape.

The officials used a parental potion on him and then recited loudly enough for everyone to hear, "Harrison Alexander Snape known as Harry James Potter died at 9:20pm on September 12th from a wound sustained from a poison coated dagger through his lung. May he rest in peace." With that they dis-apparated, leaving the body in his father's arms. In the wizarding world the next of kin were allowed to keep the body for one day, and then it was placed in the morgue and readied for burial.

Severus stood up with his son, the tears were no longer pouring but the look of grief on their Professor's face was enough to make everyone around him shudder. He was about to leave when he broke down again, collapsing crying on to the floor. Why did it have to be his son? His only son, the one thing he had left of Lily and their love.

Everyone bowed their heads in respect for the sixteen year old even the Slytherins, much to the Gryffindors surprise. Dumbledore swished his hands and there were sleeping bags for everyone. Narcissa hugged Severus to her shoulder, rocking him back and fourth as his body was racked with sobs as he refused to let go of his son. Draco pulled a cover over himself and Narcissa pulled him to her as well, holding tight to the people she loved most in the world, scared to let them go in case they disappeared.

The scene started to change, no one slept and everyone cried as they watched a beautiful sunrise on the horizon. A new day had begun. Those who knew Harry like Draco and Narcissa knew that he would not want them to mourn him. The morning paper was delivered and everyone found out the truth.

Daily prophet

Boy who lived is the boy who died.

Harry Potter, whose real name is Harrison Alexander Snape was the son of Lily Evans and Severus Snape. Severus Snape gave up his family to protect them; he was a spy for the light side and risked life and limb to save the wizarding world, after being forced to get the mark against his will. Harry Snape died on 12 September at 21.20. They will never have a chance to be father and son again. His body will of course stay with his father Severus Snape and he will be buried in one week. The exact details of the funeral will probably be kept secret to keep the ceremony private, as the Harry we knew would have wished it.

Daily prophet

Luna Love good reporter

Harry Potter's friend.

Everyone looked at Severus Snape in amazement when they had stopped reading it. Harry had owled Luna to make sure the truth got out when he was dead and she had done so in his memory, she would not have done it any other way. Clapping soon started, that was when Severus, Narcissa and Draco went to Harry's private rooms. They put Harry on the bed, and wrapped him up in his covers to keep his cold body warm, dimly aware that no matter how many blankets they used, he would never be warm again.

Almost immediately flowers and parcels began flowing in, addressed to Severus Snape as well as Harry Potter. There were letters flooding the room. Narcissa took the flowers and put them in the bath to stop them from drying out. Boxes were filled with the money that started pouring in. Dobby came and helped them to burn the marriage proposals, which Severus had gone nuts upon receiving, and banish the howlers. Letters that no one wanted to answer were also burned. The whole time the snake Pensive was hanging protectively around Severus' chest, he never wanted to let it go.