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Luna's Advice
In giving advice seek to help, not to please, you friend ~Solon

It was after lunch and Harry, Ron and Hermione were waiting at the appointed spot to meet Luna. She arrived exactly when she told them she would and even had a solution.

"Why don't you ask the Room or Requirement for a library? Or you could ask for a room filled with angst reliever books," Luna said cheerfully.

Harry felt a little stupid after the obvious answer. Of course! Snape was in pain, so why didn't he search for that pain reliever?

"Thank you Luna," Harry said sincerely. Luna nodded and left.

Harry turned to Hermione and Ron. "To the Room of Requirement?" Both nodded their heads and off they went.

They tried to look as natural as possible, only passing Neville on the way, who waved at the trio. Returning the gesture, as soon as they rounded the corner, they sped off again on their way to the Room. Halting as they reached the wall where the door would appear, Harry quickly paced in front of the room 3 times repeating to himself, "I need a place for angst solutions."

With a sigh of relief, the door appeared. Though not as grand as it did with the DA meetings, the door was comprised of two double doors with intricate carvings. Two brass handles awaiting to open the door. Harry stepped towards the door, thanking Luna with all his might that she had come up with the idea, and opened the door. Inside was what looked like a personal library that belonged in a manor. Shelves of books reached up to the ceiling, and 3 very comfortable looking chairs were in the middle of the room around a coffee table.

"This room never stops amazing me," Ron said as he sat down with a small sigh into the maroon chair.

Hermione laughed and went off to the other side of the room in search of the right book. Harry walked over to Ron who had now closed his eyes and clocked him on the forehead. "Come on Ron! You can marvel at the chairs later."

The two boys then walked over to the shelf that was by the door they had entered. Shelves and shelves of books were in the room.

"It could take days to go through all this! And it's to help Snape!" Ron said as he looked on the third shelf.

Harry rolled his eyes at his friend; he didn't know the alien feeling of suddenly desiring to help the teacher who had hated him since he got here. The dream had had so much effect on him; Harry had to wonder if it was real.

Of course not, Harry thought with a little sadness. It was just a dream, but that wouldn't stop him from following the dream.

"What about 50 Ways to Reunite Love?" Ron called from behind Harry.

Harry shook his head, "My mum is dead. He may be sarcastic and harsh, but I don't think I'd like to kill him."

Ron looked sheepish at his suggestion. "Right."

Skimming the titles once again, the letters were a blur in Harry's eyes. There had to be some way to open Snape up, but Harry had a feeling that talking about a lost love to her son when his father had bullied him wouldn't work out very well.

You're doing great sweetheart. Keep trying! A soft voice said in the back of his head. It sent chills up his spine when he realized who it was. Mum.

He didn't know where the voice had come from inside of him, but that motherly voice had given him more determination as ever.

"Harry," Hermione said softly.

Harry looked up in hope. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay? You look kind of pale," she continued. After a shrug from Harry, she held up a book. The title read: 'Solutions for the Troubled.'

Ron walked over to find Harry tearing through the pages like a madman.

"Slow down mate, you might rip the pages!" Ron joked and Harry slowed down his pace.

"Found it!" Exclaimed Harry, pointing to the heading.

Hermione scanned the paragraphs quickly. Sighing, she said, "The only way for Professor Snape to release his troubles is if he sorts them out. He has to talk to the person who caused him those particular feelings. So your mum Harry, and any others you saw in the memories last year."

"But his mum's dead!" Ron blurted out then quickly shot Harry an apologetic look which Harry dismissed with a smile.

"Tactful, Ron," Hermione said. "But I've read about a potion that could help. I can't remember what the title is, and I doubt I will be able to find it right now in this room, so next weekend we'll come back and search. Right now, we better head to the Great Hall; it's almost time for supper."