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The buttons of my coat were tangled in my hair
In doctor's-office-lighting, I didn't tell you I was scared
That was the first time we were there
Holy orange bottles, each night I pray to you
Desperate people find faith, so now I pray to Jesus too
And I say to you
“Mr.Potter! Back up!” Mediwitches we’re jostling around the man on the bed. Harry was in a daze after the last hour. He died, he actually fucking died. Obviously he came back, but why would Dumbledore do that to him?
Harry stood staring at the bloodied man on the bed. Severus Snape. A man he had hated until about an hour ago. A man who was always on his side.
After killing Voldemort and breaking the wand he ran back to the shack. The stench of blood and dark magic heavy in the air had him pausing in the entry. He knew what was behind that wall already, his dead professor. He walked slowly and when he rounded the corner he almost threw up. Blood was staining the ground.
He knelt beside Snape and looked at him for a minute. The man was a Hero, he deserved a proper burial. As Harry went to lift the man he heard a small wheeze. “Professor Snape?” Harry quickly moved his hand to the non torn out side of his throat and tears poured from his eyes as he felt a faint pulse. He touched the barely alive Professors arm and apparated to the med ward with a loud pop.
I know delusion when I see it in the mirror
You like the nicer nurses, you make the best of a bad deal
I just pretend it isn't real
I'll paint the kitchen neon, I'll brighten up the sky
I know I'll never get it, there's not a day that I won't try
And I'll say to you
“Harry! Come on, why do you want to waste your time with him rather then me? It’s been months get over it!” Ginny was pacing back and forth in the Great Hall. She was drawing quite a crowd. It was supposed to be the grand re opening of Hogwarts and here she was making it about her.
“He needs me.” Harry murmured out. Ginny turned to face him, eyes ablaze; “I need you! What happened to me waiting for you!” Harry was getting very frustrated.
“I never asked you to!” Gasps were heard all around. Harry slammed the doors open and ran to the only place he could be himself; Snape’s bedside.
“And then she insinuated I wanted her to wait for me. I never said that. Ever. Why are girls so confusing Snape? Merlin, you would’ve hexed me by now with all my constant rambling.”
Footsteps were heard coming down the hall and Harry went silent. Madam Pomfrey came around the corner, “Thought I’d find you here Mister Potter.”
“Madam, I just couldn’t be there anymore. I’ll leave if you like.” Harry looked at Snape and sighed.
Poppy knew that look, she’d seen it on Ronald Weasley when Hermione was petrified. She’d also seen it on Hermione herself when Ron laid in that very bed. “You may stay, I have read people in coma can hear what you say. Severus is well Severus, but I’m sure he appreciates you talking to him. We’re doing all we can for him.”
Harry looked up at her with tears in his eyes, “He deserves to be free.”
And I hate to make this all about me
But who am I supposed to talk to?
What am I supposed to do
If there's no you?
This won't go back to normal, if it ever was
It's been years of hoping, and I keep saying it because
'Cause I have to
Ooh-ah, you'll get better
Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better
Ooh-ah, you'll get better soon
Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better
Ooh-ah, soon you'll get better
Ooh-ah, you'll get better soon
'Cause you have to
2 months later on a rather ironic July day, Severus Tobias Snape finally passed on. After that cruel timing Harry Potter was never seen again. He seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Every year on the anniversary of his passing people who happened to be in the grave would see a deer sitting near Severus’s tombstone. It would leave a bouquet of carnations, and orchids and disappear back into the forest.