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Ch 16 Apologies and Agreements
Apology is a lovely perfume; it can transform the clumsiest moment into a gracious gift. ~Margaret Lee Runbeck

Harry woke up feeling at ease; his plan had worked, he wasn't punished for it, and Snape was now a little better. The dreams, however, continued. After returning from Snape's quarters when he awoke, Harry went directly to bed. Falling quickly into the care-free dream, his mother was sitting there, a butterfly on her shoulder. "You have almost reached your goal, sweetie. There is one last thing to accomplish."

He sat in his bed thinking; his animal symbology was average, but his guess was the butterfly symbolized transformation. A change in attitude, he guessed. Stretching and yawning, Harry got up and quickly got dressed. After Ron had woke and had changed, they headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Ron was halfway through his full plate of sausage when Hermione had joined them. The Hall was almost empty; it was early on a Saturday morning, and most students were still in bed. At the head table, Dumbledore was chatting merrily with Flitwick, McGonagall was attempting to talk to Snape, whose gaze had drifted to the three dining Gryffindors.

"Where are your usual snarky comments and complaints?" McGonagall whispered, trying to see where Snape was looking.

Snape didn't reply, but simply glared at McGonagall. She chuckled softly, "That's better."

"So now what?" Ron asked between bites.

"It seems…odd this year, doesn't it? I mean, it seems every year we have a run in with some trouble," Hermione said.

"Now you've jinxed it," Ron said. "Oh, to have a peaceful year! Right," he joked.

Harry wasn't paying attention; he was quietly drinking his pumpkin juice and thinking hard. What had his mother meant? Snape had finally fixed his past, so what else was there? He paused with the goblet halfway to his lips…he finally understood.

"Guys," Harry muttered. "I have to go talk to Snape."

Ron stopped chewing and quickly swallowed. "What for, mate? I mean, didn't he get all his problems sorted out now?"

Harry shook his head. "No, there is still me. Listen, I don't know how it will go over, but I'm going as soon as he leaves the table. Both of you can leave with me so it doesn't look odd, but I'm following him. The dreams will finally stop when we sort this out."

"Dreams? What dreams, Harry?" Hermione asked, but Harry didn't answer. She wanted him to open up to them, but she could see it was a lost cause for now.

They continued to eat their breakfast in near silence; only discussing Quidditch or homework. Finally, Snape finished his breakfast and left the table. Harry stood up as well, followed by Ron and Hermione, walking out of the Great Hall.

"See you in a bit," Harry said.

"See you," Ron and Hermione answered.

Harry cautiously walked down towards the Dungeons. He did his best to not be seen by any passerbys. Knocking lightly at the Potion Master's office, he entered soundlessly up hearing an 'enter' echo from within.

"Yes, Potter?" Snape asked from his desk.

"Hello, sir, I uh, I was wanting a little, uh, chat, sir," Harry tried.

"Oh? Well then do take a seat, Potter, and enlighten me with your Quidditch talk," Snape answered, not glancing up from the papers on his desk.

Harry obeyed and quickly sat down. "Well?" Snape asked. "What is it, Potter?"

"I don't really know where to begin, sir," Harry stated.

"Then by all means, start at the beginning," Snape answered, making a mark on an essay.

"It-it started when I saw your memories, and then I had dreams of my mum," Harry murmured.

Snape looked up from his papers, eyeing Harry cautiously. "Go on."

"She said that I needed to help you, and we did. I thought that after you took our potion, that the dreams would stop, but they didn't. Last night my mum told me there was still one thing left to do. I didn't realize it until around breakfast time, but she meant our little…disagreements," Harry answered, looking Snape right in the eyes.

Snape's brow furrowed. "You are doing all of these things based on a dream?"

Harry flushed. "I know it sounds stupid, sir, but I just knew it was the right thing to do."

"I see. And you wish to form a truce?" Snape asked slowly.

"Yes, sir, I think that after all the hatred that has passed between us, that there should also be room for civilized talk."

Snape looked searchingly into Harry's eyes. "There is something you're not telling me, Potter."

Harry looked confused. "Like what?"

"The old fool always was right," muttered Snape. He cleared his throat and looked meaningfully at Harry. "Do I detect regret, Mr. Potter?"

Harry's eyes widened slightly. There was no use keeping anything secret now; he knew he was useless at Occlumency. "Actually sir, yes. I shouldn't have treated you the way I did all those years. I've realized that after seeing those memories," he said, "we're more alike than you thought." He finished in a mutter.

"Enunciate, Potter, I could not understand you."

"We are more alike than you thought," Harry said clearly, staring straight at Snape.

"No one can say they have felt like I have as a child," Snape said quietly.

"But I have, sir. I was abused by my so called 'family.' I was starved, hit, cursed at, and most of the time, ignored as if I didn't exist. When I first got here, you thought I was a snobby boy who grew up spoilt. But that's not what it was like. It was just a milder version of your childhood."

Snape looked at Harry astounded. Why oh why did Dumbledore always have to be right?

"I….never knew," Snape said slowly. It was true, Potter always seemed so….arrogant?

"That's because you always thought of me as my father's kid. Always believed me to be arrogant, spoilt, rude, big-headed when I am none of those things," Harry explained fiercely and leaned closer to the desk. "I was never treated fairly by you. I understand. You thought because I looked like my dad I would act like him. But I would never do anything they did to you when they were my age." He fell back in his chair, and looked away. A few tears were welling in his eyes. He hated the Dursleys, and he wondered why he was telling Snape all of this anyway.

Snape had to work hard to maintain his impassive look, but felt as if he was failing miserably. So much had changed in the few days Potter had been trying to help. He at first felt reluctantly caring of the boy, and now, he didn't think he was that reluctant at all.

"I am sorry, Potter," Snape said. "Though I will not elaborate for your sanity and mine, I will tell you it was always hardest to get past the eyes."

"Apology accepted, sir. So how about that truce?" Harry asked hopefully.

Snape considered this. "Very well, Potter. On one condition."

Harry looked on eagerly. "Yes?"

"You call me Professor Snape and stay out of my Pensieve. In return, I will call you Harry and be a little kinder in potions."

Harry was surprised at the suggestions. "Can you also, er, tell me stories of my mum?"

Snape hesitated. Say yes, Sev. The boy cares for you, and this new bond will help you, Lily's voice echoed in his head. "Yes."

Harry stood up and walked around the desk. "Thank you very much, sir," and hugged the baffled man.

"You're…welcome, Harry," Snape replied when Harry stepped back. "Now if you don't mind, I do have some papers to mark."

"All right, sir," Harry answered. "And thank you."

Snape smiled and Harry walked out of the room. I've changed Lily. But I will never stop loving you...

Harry started to run towards the Gryffindor tower. There were going to be a lot of wonderful changes around Hogwarts.