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Helping
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not. ~Dr. Seuss

"He what?" Ron asked after Harry had finished his recount of the past few days.

"I think he loves my mum," Harry replied simply. True, the thought did disgust him in the beginning, but a strange feeling had taken over him: a feeling that pushed Harry into wanting to help Snape with his past.

"That's a little creepy, mate," Ron replied with a slight shiver. Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron's reaction; she knew how Snape must have felt in the beginning.

"The longer I think about it, the less creepy it seems," Harry said. "Think about it, I saw some of his other memories last year and they had him being bullied by my dad and him friends with my mum. The friendship ended when he called her a Mudblood, but that didn't stop him from loving her. If he relayed the prophecy to Voldemort and asked him to spare her, he still loved her then. When he found her dead, he saw me still alive." The more Harry said aloud, the more it made sense to him. He finally concluded, "That must be why he hates me so much! Don't you see? I represent his love marrying and having a kid with someone else. Everyone says I look so much like my father…except the eyes."

Hermione nodded. "It makes sense."

Ron snorted. "Great. We've figured out why he hates you so much. But why do you want to help him?"

Harry leaned back in his chair in Gryffindor Common Room. The fire was low and not one person was in the Gryffindor Tower yet -they were all enjoying the last of the summer weather outside. Harry thought, and he thought hard. A dream the night before that was one of the few not related to Voldemort had been experienced. His mother was smiling at him, his father nowhere to be found.

"Harry," Lily said with sad eyes. "You've done so well. Your father and I are so proud. Do the right thing here sweetie."

He had awaked with heartache; he missed his mum and dad even if he never really knew them. Harry decided he would follow his dream's advice.

"I just do," Harry said aloud. Hermione may understand, but Ron would have a laugh at Harry following something a dream told him to do.

Hermione and Ron didn't press further, but did give Harry a few looks. A silence had passed over them. The only sound to be heard was the crackling of the fire in the mid afternoon.

Hermione was the first to break the silence. "Snape won't be easy to help, Harry. He's not exactly a warm person. I expect we shall find answers in a book, but I don't think the library has a section on this."

"What about the Room of Requirement?" Ron suggested.

"Yeah, but what would we ask of it?" Harry asked.

Ron shrugged and Hermione looked into the fire.

"Best not to rush it anyways," Harry said, an image of Lily quickly thrown into his head. Shaking his head he said, "Let's go get some fresh air. I heard there's a scrimmage Quidditch game going on."

Ron nodded eagerly while Hermione rolled her eyes. "Boys," she murmured with a smile.