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Please, Release Me!	By : Severus1snape Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Neville Views: 17663 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K.Rowling does, I write for fun and do not make any money from this.

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AN: Oh my – this is it, the last chapter of my originally oneshot that ended up being 50 chapters long instead. All because of you! Thank you so ever much! I have enjoyed the reviews immensely, and I greatly appreciate the ratings. There might be an epilogue to this eventually, still thinking that over – should or should not? Read my other stuff - you might like it! I have so many stories drafted, but the next I´ll concentrate on finishing is my Drarry: I dare you to stop me. See you out there. ;-)
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“So, Harry dragged you to see the Minister and he took your testimony with two Aurors for the upcoming trial to get you acquitted?” Neville summarized as they sat together in the room next to the one he shared with Severus, while the dark haired lover had a healer speaking to him in private.

“Yeah, it´s all strange still, you know?” Draco smiled awkwardly at his friend who shrugged.

“Not really, Harry takes care of those he cares about. Always have.” Draco nodded in silent understanding.

“I have been wondering about something though.” Draco asked after a few moments. Neville nodded so Draco spoke again. “What possessed you to challenge me in the library in front of a bunch of Slytherins? A bit dangerous knowing some were like me.” He didn´t say the word, but Neville understood clearly that Draco had meant Death eater.

“Gryffindor all through.” Neville grinned as Draco snorted. “I don´t know to be honest. I guess I didn´t think it through. I´ve been used to being the boy, whom everyone thought to be a weakling for years, just got tired of that image in the last couple of years.” Neville shrugged.

Draco nodded before speaking. “Nott had to obliviate Crabbe after that, he would have told. Parkinson and Greengrass are not a follower, or Nott for that matter, but Goyle and Crabbe are. Goyle feels like me though, he didn´t chose it willingly either. Crabbe is worse than his father, he´s mental.”

“And Zabini?”

“He´s my best mate, along with Goyle, he would end his life rather than follow the Dark Lord.”

“And me?” Neville wanted to know.

“What?”

“I´m your friend too.” Neville hoped and Draco smirked.

“Mm, well, you´re a special kind of friend that´s for sure.” And when Neville understood the meaning of those words he laughed.

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Draco and Neville had begun eating their dinner, as they had more to talk about, while Severus had finally finished with the healer and now had the entire Order visiting and then some. Severus had never had so many apologies or hugs in his life, it was all so strange and surreal, but he was still drugged up good to calm his nerves while recovering from his breakdown, so he didn´t struggle against it, as he would have otherwise.

Harry stopped in front of Snape´s bed at St. Mungo´s meeting his eyes silently, Molly caught on and ushered everyone out of the room. Harry smiled in gratitude before he chose to sit down on the bed facing his former professor instead of on the chair clearly sitting there for exactly that kind of purpose. He bit his still wounded from battle lip and stared down at his former potion professor´s pale body.

The Order members who had been in the room too when Harry had now completely filed out. The double glass doors, that were used in the psyche ward so the staff could at all times watch over the patients, closed heavily and it was possible for the others to watch the scene about to take place, a scene that had been replayed in Severus´ mind for years.

It could go so many ways. Severus knew how he thought it would end. In addition, he knew that he wished for the opposite of just that to happen - even though it would be highly naive of him to think that Harry would ever speak to him, let alone spend time with him willingly after this day, not after everything he had done to destroy his former student´s life.

Severus took a deep breath.

Harry seemed to be searching for words so Severus spoke first, and despite the thick walls, every word travelled easily through the doors to the people waiting curiously outside to hear them due to the lack of privacy spells. That might have something to do with the device invented by Fred and George too, of course. ”I do not hate you Potter. I hate the mere fact that you were ever born. I hate the fact that your father made my life a living hell in our school days and the fact that you are his spitting image to look at.” He paused, knowing that his next words might remove the Snape-ness to his image.

He met Harry´s green, inviting eyes - Harry´s, not Lily´s. “I will admit that your Gryffindor qualities are more those of your mothers, however. That you, unlike your father, care about everyone in the wizarding community, hell, you even seem to sympathize with the bloody Dark Lord, when it would seem that you of all people would not.” He took a breath. “And that makes you different than him.”

Harry knew that ´him´ would mean his father. He was blown away by the honesty in Snape´s words. He blinked to keep his eyes and mind focused. “I hate the fact, that I have to pretend to hate you because looking at you reminds me of my own failure, that I was the one who caused her death.” The last sentence came out a mere whisper but Harry heard every word loud and clear, so did the rest of the Order members. Some of the females dapped their eyes then.

Tears fell from Harry´s eyes rapidly before he had the decency to try to stop them, not that he cared about that at all right now. Warm, salty and heavy wet drops of what others would think to be grief, but to Harry it was simply relief; flooded the blanket covering the other man. Snape looked uncomfortable, but then again this was Harry being emotional in a public place close to him of all people. He cleared his throat looking for the words that wouldn´t come out to comfort Lily´s son.

“Thank you for everything, Severus.” Harry whispered suddenly.

The words hit Severus like a freight train in his chest, he couldn´t breathe. The words were simple, it wasn´t a declaration of love or even that of a future friendship, but still they affected him more than anything had for years. His head reacted before his mouth and it nodded at the younger man. That court nod that had been his signature mark, whenever he had no words to offer.

The warmth that has consumed the inside of his body had reached the outside too. Shock flooded Severus, when realizing that it had been caused by the warm body now wrapped closely around his own tall frame. Harry had, without knowing what else to do, hurled himself onto the only living being who had known his parents closely.

Sure, other Order members had known Lily and James Potter too, but not to the extent, that Severus Snape had. Sirius and Remus were dead, casualties of the war. Sure, Harry had his own friends still to seek comfort from, and a lot of them come to think of it, but Severus was now his only link to truly knowing his parents, and Harry for one was not too proud to not acknowledge that fact.

The war was finally over. People on both sides had died, someone´s mother, father, son, daughter, grandchild - all cold and stiff. There would be a time to rebuild their world without good and evil being so prominent. Harry was not naive enough to think that there would be no evil at all again, but things were about to improve greatly.

Severus Snape had spent his life keeping Harry safe; alive, even though he might have had ulterior motives, like feeling guilty about the murder of his best friend, Harry´s own mother.

Harry knew that it had taken a truly great man to get over the hatred towards his father James and focus on the love for his mother Lily instead.

It had taken courage to place his life between good and evil, to serve two ´Lords`; to not say too much to Voldemort, to endure torture, hatred, loneliness and to be alone with his own devastating grief.

It had taken determination to keep focus on the task, a task that might end up killing him in the end, and knowing that eventually Harry might have to die too; the boy he had given up his own life to mold, protect and in the end to serve, would die.

No one had known that Harry would be given the choice to return to life.

It had taken bravery to face Voldemort and watch him capture, torture and murder not only enemies but also allies, people that Severus had considered good people, whom he could have become friends with, if not for the fact, that he had chosen to keep up a great, cold wall of loneliness around himself. A wall he needed to do what was needed of and promised by him.

If the shock of Harry´s body wrapped around his own body had revolted Severus, he was not showing it; instead, Severus´ own arms automatically embraced the younger man in what Neville would have been proud to refer to as a real hug.

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