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Assistant: Title: A Wizarding Reckoning
        Author: Anafandom Anafandom 
        Chapter: 1/7 
        Summary: What if certain characters had gotten called out for their canon b@llsh@t? What if there were consequences for certain actions? What if Harry wasn't a doormat? What if certain people in the wizarding world had some morals and decency?A series of unrelated snippets of what might have been.
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    AN: First chapter deals mostly with Snape, because he’s the character that bothers me the most. 1.So far, all classes had been really exciting. Despite the awkward staring he still got, Harry was enjoying himself for maybe the first time in his life. Sure, he felt utterly lost more often than not, but… well, at least he wasn’t the only one. He had noticed that most of the other muggleborn students were just as bewildered by everything, and that made him feel less alone. He was also grateful for Ron, who had been helpful in explaining some things to him – though sometimes it felt a bit like they spoke different languages. Still, it was only the first week of classes. Harry was sure things would get better with time.Potions had sounded like a fun class, Harry thought, even though Ron had said the teacher favored the students from his own house. Within ten minutes in it, though, Harry was revising that opinion.Firstly, there was the contemptuous way Professor Snape had looked at him from the second the man had laid eyes on Harry. Then there was the crack at Harry’s ‘celebrity’ status, as if Harry had had any choice in that – as if he wanted to be famous for the fact that his parents had been murdered. And lastly, there were all the questions Snape began to ask – questions that Harry had no idea how to answer.“What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?”Harry had never been a great student, but he was not an idiot either. His grades had been average because it was easier than getting beat up by his moron of a cousin. If he applied himself – as he had been planning to do at Hogwarts – he was sure he would do all right. Still, he could hardly be expected to be an expert on his very first day of classes, was he? That wasn’t fair. He had never even known about the wizarding world until a couple of months ago.“I don’t know,” said Harry quietly. He didn’t want to cause trouble. “I think Hermione does, though.” The girl had shot her hand into the air for every question Snape had asked, though the man had not even glanced in her direction. “Why don’t you try her?” Harry used his mildest tone, even though what he really wanted was to tell Snape to lay off him. Was he like this with everyone? How come no one was saying anything?A few people laughed, but Snape was not amused. He proceeded to reveal the answers to all his questions as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Harry, however, was pretty sure that no one but Hermione had known any of that.If that had been all, Harry could have lived with it. He’d bad teachers before, he knew how to keep his head down and make himself invisible. Snape, however, was determined to stay on Harry’s case and continue to be a bully. When Neville messed up his potion and had to be taken the infirmary, Snape rounded on Harry and blamed him for it, as if it was Harry’s job to watch what the students were doing and not, you know, the teacher’s.Harry opened his mouth to argue, but Ron kicked him under the table and hissed at him not to push it. If this had been Harry’s old school, he might have let it go. It was not, though. This was Hogwarts. It was supposed to be the greatest magical school in the world, and Harry was supposed to be safe here. Surely Snape couldn’t actually kick him out if he said anything, could he? Harry hadn’t done anything wrong, and there was a whole class of students to confirm it. Plus, Dudley and his gang weren’t here to lie through their teeth and make his life miserable anymore.All his life Harry had been bullied, belittled and insulted for things that weren’t his fault. His aunt and uncle had called him a freak for as long as he could remember, and no one had ever done anything or stood up for him. Harry had learned quickly that he had no one but himself. If he didn’t speak up for himself, no one would. And he was sick and tired of being the b@tt of jokes. He was not a little kid anymore. He was eleven, and he wasn’t going to start his new school – his new life – by being pushed around by some idiot professor who seemed to have a personal grudge against him even though Harry had never met the man before in his life. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair and he wasn’t going to take it lying down. Not anymore.“It isn’t my job to supervise other students’ potions, sir. And I’m not trying to make myself look good. What you’re saying isn’t fair.”There was a short silence after Harry’s statement, and Snape’s eyes narrowed.“You think you can talk back to me, Potter? That’s 10 more points from Gryffindor.”“That’s not fair either. You’re the one who’s been picking on me since I got here. That’s not how a teacher is supposed to behave.”“You dare tell me how to do my job?” Snape took a step forward.Harry recognized the signs of a bully about to go on the attack and braced himself. “I’m saying it’s not fair for a grown man to bully a child. It’s not right for a teacher to bully a student.”The silence that followed was even tenser than before. Everyone was staring at him, and it was all Harry could do to hold his ground and not shrink in on himself.“Detention, Potter. For a week. Now get out of my sight before I do worse.”Harry started at the man, hands clenched into fists by his side, anger churning in his gut. Without a word, he picked up his things and left the classroom. Several of his classmates followed him, and they all said he was very brave for speaking up, and that they agreed with him.Well, at least there was that. He wasn’t alone.“I think we should speak to Professor McGonagall about this,” he said, and Dean, Lavender and Parvati all agreed right away. Ron looked torn, as did Hermione. “Do you think what happened in there was fair?” he asked them.“Of course not, Harry,” Hermione said, “but…”“But what?”“Well…” She trailed off, clearly unable to think of anything else to say.So the Gryffindor first years, minus Neville and Seamus who were in the infirmary, made their way to McGonagall’s office to report Snape’s unprofessional behavior. She listened to them and asked a few questions, a guarded look on her face. Harry wasn’t sure if she was on their side or not, but he really hoped she was. If not, he didn’t know what else he was supposed to do. One thing was certain, though. He would not be going back to Potions classes if Snape continued to treat him like this. He hadn’t escaped his horrible relatives to be abused by a professor.+++Minerva McGonagall sighed to herself once the children left her office. Unfortunately, she couldn’t say she was surprised. Severus had always been… aggressive… with the students, and over the years she had had multiple reports of mistreatment from the students (mostly the muggleborns). She had spoken to Albus after each and every report, and always received the same answer; that he would speak to Severus and sort it out. And nothing was ever actually resolved. The students stopped complaining after the first month, since they realized nothing would come of it. Until the next year, when the new students who didn’t yet know how things worked here would make their complaints, and the cycle would repeat.So no, Minerva wasn’t surprised at all that the Gryffindor first-years had come to complain. What she was (and at the same time was not) surprised by was how far Severus seemed willing to go. Of course she knew of the man’s animosity towards James Potter. She had been their teacher, she knew how often they had clashed. She also knew how jealous Severus had been of James after the latter started dating Lily Evans. It had not been a secret to her that Severus had feelings for Lily, and he had not deal well with the rejection.Still, that had all been some 15 years ago. Severus wasn’t a teenager anymore, and James Potter was dead. However, it didn’t seem like Severus was ready to put the past behind him – and that… that was a problem.Of course, the way Severus treated most students had always been a problem – a problem Albus had been determined to ignore all these years – but she had a feeling this was going to be even more so. According to the children’s report, Severus had targeted Harry specifically and relentlessly, and considering how long the man had been holding that grudge, he wasn’t likely to stop any time soon.Minerva wasn’t going to stand for it, though. While she wasn’t supposed to have favorites, the truth was that she had always had a soft spot for James and Lily, and their deaths had been a horrible thing. Minerva had been looking forward to meeting Harry all these years, and she wasn’t going to let their son suffer because Severus was still not over the fact that he hadn’t managed to win Lily’s heart. The fact that Harry looked so much like his father – with his mother’s eyes – clearly wasn’t helping matters at all.Going to Albus was useless, she knew. He was irrational when it came to Severus, and Minerva had never really understood why. She was well aware that Severus had been a Death Eater, and sometimes she found herself doubting he had ever really changed his mind about it. He had changed sides, sure, but that didn’t necessarily mean he regretted anything he had done. On the one hand, he had been very young at the time, and perhaps easy prey for the likes of Voldemort, who promised power and riches to his followers. On the other, he was now a grown man, and it was high time he started acting like one. If Albus refused to do anything about it, then Minerva would have to step in herself – which, to be honest, was something she should have done years ago.With that resolve in mind, she knocked on the door to Severus’s quarters after dinner that night. His expression soured slightly when he saw her, but he remained polite.“Can I help you?”“I certainly hope so.” She pushed past him and walked into his private quarters without waiting for an invitation. “It’s about Harry Potter.” She hadn’t known it was possible, but his face got even more sullen at the name, and Minerva felt her own anger begin to stir. “I understand there was an incident in today’s class.”Severus’s mouth twitched and he made a noncommittal sound. “Incidents happen at every class,” he finally said. “The first-years are always careless.”That’s why you need to supervise them carefully, she thought, irritated. Instead of saying that, however, she stuck to the main topic. “I see. In any case, I wanted to tell you that Harry will not be serving detention with you.”That startled him. “I have the right–”“You do not have the right to treat the boy badly because you didn’t like his father.” Minerva’s voice cracked like a whip, and Severus took a step back. “You don’t have the right to treat any student badly, in fact, and yet you continuously do so, and I’ve had enough.” She glared at him, and was satisfied when he shifted nervously. “It’s been years, Severus. It’s time to grow up.”For a while, he said nothing. Like all bullies, Minerva thought, he had no idea what to do when someone stood up to him – especially someone who had more power than him. While Minerva couldn’t fire him, she could – and she would – make things difficult for him at Hogwarts. Albus had let him roam free for far too long, and it had gone to his head.“You will leave Harry alone. You will leave all students alone. You will behave professionally, or you will find yourself in considerable trouble.” She wasn’t Albus, but she did know a lot of people – generations had come through Hogwarts, after all, and she had taught a lot of people. Unlike Severus, she had cultivated friendships with some of her former students, and it would not be that difficult to reach out to them. After all, some of them had children in Hogwarts who had been taught by Severus, and must be aware of his (lack of) skills as a teacher. He was an excellent potions master, no doubt, but mastery of a subject was not enough to make a teacher, and Severus had never bothered learning any people skills. Sometimes she wondered why he was here at all, as he clearly did not enjoy it in the least. (And then she remembered that he probably had nowhere else to go, and no friends to turn to. Merlin, he was a miserable b@st@rd.) “Is that understood?”He clenched his jaw, looking so much like the scrawny boy he had been back in the day that Minerva felt a pang of guilt. She knew he had not had a happy childhood, but that did not give him the right to take it out on the students.Instead of replying, he merely inclined his head.“Have a nice evening,” she said, and left.She would be keeping a close eye on things from now on.+++Harry was called to McGonagall’s office a few days after that disastrous Potions class. He had to admit he was nervous as he walked in. Had she taken him seriously? He really didn’t want to go back to Potions and see that awful man again.“Have a seat, Mr Potter,” she told him. Her expression gave nothing away, and Harry did his best not to fidget under her gaze.There was a short pause, and then she sighed. Her stern demeanor lessened a little, and Harry tentatively relaxed.“I’m sorry about what happened the other day. I have spoken to Professor Snape and I believe such incidents will not happen again. However, if they do, I’d like you to tell me right away.”Harry nodded, relaxing further. He opened his mouth, then thought better of what he was going to say. “Thank you, Professor,” he said instead.“What did you want to say, Mr Potter? It’s all right.”Harry hesitated a moment, then thought ‘what the hell’. Speaking up had actually helped him so far, so he should continue. “I just don’t understand why he picked on me. It’s like… I’d never even met him before!” Harry was used to Dudley’s gang being dicks to him, but aside from the Dursleys, no one had ever just hated him on sight like that – and now at least he knew why the Dursleys hated him. He had no idea what Snape’s problem was.McGonagall sighed again. “I’m not sure I should tell you this, Harry,” she said, and he startled a bit at her use of his first name. “But… Well, I suppose you have the right to know, given Severus’s appalling behavior.” She took a moment, as if organizing her thoughts, and then went on. “Your parents were in school with Severus. They were in the same year, but in different houses.” Harry nodded, and scooted forward a little, eager to hear more about his parents. “Your father and Severus did not get along.”“Why?” Harry asked. If Snape was as much of an ass then as he was now, Harry could certainly see it, but it was better not to make assumptions.“There were many reasons,” she said, which wasn’t much of an answer.When it seemed clear that she wasn’t going to elaborate, Harry spoke again. “And Snape hates me now because he hated my dad? I don’t even remember him.” Despite his best efforts, his tone was a little whiny. It just wasn’t fair.“Severus has… some issues he needs to work through. I’m afraid that’s all I can say at the moment.”Well, it was unfair, but Harry was already aware of how unfair life was. It was still better to know the truth – and that it wasn’t his fault.“Am I… Am I like my father?” he asked, not sure what answer he wanted to that.“From what I have seen so far,” she told him. “Not really. I think you are more like your mother.”“What was she like?” Harry leaned over, desperate to hear more.McGonagall frowned. “Didn’t you aunt ever tell you about her?”Harry shook his head. “No. I didn’t even know how they’d really died until Hagrid told me. Aunt Petunia didn’t like my mum at all. Or my dad. Uncle Vernon always said my dad was a good-for-nothing punk, and that was why he crashed his car. That’s what they told me happened to them.”The professor’s expression became more guarded. “I see.” After a moment, she seemed to shake herself and continued. “Lily was a gifted student, top of her class in Charms and Potions. She was also very kind and loyal.”Harry found himself smiling. “That’s nice.” He waited a moment, then went on. “Will you tell me more about them some time? It’s just… I never really knew anything… ”Her eyes softened and she nodded. “Of course. We’ll set up an appointment.”“Thank you so much, Professor!” He beamed at her.“Let me know if there are any more incidents.”Harry nodded, and stood to leave, knowing he was being dismissed. “Thank you again, Professor.”+++When the first-years entered the classroom, Severus had to fight to keep the snarl from his face. There was Potter, the little b@st@rd, walking in as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Merlin, Severus wanted to strangle him. There was no longer fear in the boy’s eyes (those d@mned eyes. Why did he have to have Lily’s eyes? It wasn’t fair), but defiance.Tearing his attention away from the despicable child, Severus did his best to carry on as normal and simply ignore the boy’s existence. Yes, that was the best thing to do. Why should Severus waste a single moment on that little creep? He was just as abhorrent as all the other students he was forced to teach and interact with. Merlin, how he hated this job. Every day he thought about leaving and never coming back, but he knew he couldn’t do that. After all these years of being at Dumbledore’s side, the remnants of the Death Eaters would not accept him back – might, in fact, come after him, and while he was not defenseless, he did not want to risk a confrontation that might end up with him in Azkaban (or back at Hogwarts, which would be just as bad). Basically, he had nowhere to go, and it was all Potter’s fault. D@mn James Potter for taking Lily from him, and getting her killed.He managed to get through the class – barely. By the time the students left, Severus was one minute away from hexing the lot of them for being idiots and getting on his last nerves. Merlin, he hated the first years. Not that he liked the other ones, but the first years were the worst.A few days later, he had the other first-year group, the Ravenclaw-Hufflepuff class, and, since d@mned Potter wasn’t in this class, Severus was able to keep a lid on his feelings.Unfortunately, the little pr@ck seemed to be everywhere. He made the d@mn Quidditch team, and it made Severus seethe every time he thought about it. The boy was just like his father – disrespectful, arrogant and infuriating. And Severus had to look at him every day in the Great Hall at meal times – and once a week in class. All the memories that Severus had spent so long burying were coming back with a vengeance, and there was no outlet for the simmering anger in his gut.Anger was an old companion, of course, and in the past, he had coped with it by various means – means that were no longer available to him now. He could try to go out of the castle for an afternoon and find someone to take his frustrations out on – some damn muggle who shouldn’t even be allowed to exist –, but it was too risky. Even Dumbledore wouldn’t be able to protect him if he got caught. It wasn’t worth risking a one-way ticket to Azkaban.At least he could amuse himself by imagining Black being stuck there, his soul slowing being eaten away by the dementors. Picturing the once handsome man in haggard clothes, staring vacantly at the wall and reliving all his worst memories never failed to bring a smile to Severus’s lips, and he held on to those thoughts every day he had to look at the f@ck@ng Potter spawn.Still, it got harder and harder to hold on to his temper. Within a month of Potter’s arrival, Severus was walking around in a constant state of barely leashed fury. Keeping his snide remarks to the students in wasn’t feasible for long, and he went back to sniping at all of them whenever they did something stupid – which was all the f@ck@ng time. The most he could do was direct his anger towards the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students, since McGonagall was less likely to notice it.Of course, it was inevitable that one day he would explode with Potter.The boy seemed incapable of following simple instructions, and the results of his potions always left a lot to be desired. He wasn’t at all like Lily, who had excelled at Potions. No, of course not. In this, as in anything else, he had to be just like his father; making no effort at all because he couldn’t be bothered. Because he thought he was too good to actually do any work.“What do you call this, Potter?” Severus snarled, looking at the contents of the cauldron in disgust. “How stupid are you that you can’t even read the instructions in the board?”“I’m not stupid,” Potter replied, in the same insolent tone James always used. “I did what I was supposed to do.”“Clearly not, because if you had, this would not be the mess it is.”“Well, perhaps if you actually taught us anything instead of just writing instructions, we might be able to do it better.”There were a few gasps from the other kids, but Severus ignored them, narrowing his eyes at the boy. Those stupid glasses and the unkempt hair that he probably thought made him look oh so cool. It was like seeing James again, and Severus hated it. And he hated it even more that his eyes were green. Green like Lily’s.It was the last straw.“You little sh@t!” Severus hissed. “You should have died with your worthless father. You never should have been born in the first place. You’re an abomination!” Lily should never had died. Lily should have been his. She would have been his if not for Potter. “The Dark Lord should have finished you off when he had the chance and the whole world would have been better for it!” He was shouting at the end, wand held tightly in his hand and pointing it at Potter.“No!”A couple of boys rushed at him, and all hell broke loose. Severus lost track of what was happening over the haze of hatred that filled his mind. When he woke, he was in the infirmary, handcuffed to the bed with magic resistant bonds.Minerva McGonagall walked in the room, fury radiating from every pore.“The aurors have been called. You are to be removed from the school immediately,” she said.Dumbledore came in behind her, expression as unreadable as always. Severus had never understood the man, and it had always made him wary of the old b@st@rd. “Now, Minerva, I’m sure Severus has a good explanation for what happened.”“Good explanation?!” she spluttered. “He attacked students! First year students! I don’t care what ridiculous explanation he can come up with, it’s still a despicable crime! He ought to be fired!”“Let us not be hasty. We still need to ascertain the facts.”“The fact is that this man has been mistreating the students for years and you have always ignored it!” she snapped. “I will call the School Board and make sure he is fired if you don’t, Albus. In fact, if you insist on defending him, then I will have no choice but to ask that you be dismissed as well.”That seemed to surprise Dumbledore, and he inclined his head in acceptance. “Very well.” He turned to Severus, a hard glint in his eye. “I’m afraid I have no choice but to fire you.”“Fine,” Severus bit out. “I’ll be glad to get out of this accursed place anyway.” At least he wouldn’t have to look at Potter anymore, that could only be a benefit.With the children’s testimony, Severus was convicted of assault and sentenced to two years in Azkaban, where he saw Lily dead again and again, as well as all the other horrors of his past. When he was finally released, he was nothing but a shell.With his knowledge of potions, it was very easy to prepare a poison that would finally end his miserable existence.No one mourned him.***** 2.“So,” said Snape, gripping Harry’s arm so tightly Harry’s hand was starting to feel numb. “So… been enjoying yourself, Potter?”“N-no,” said Harry, trying to free his arm.It was scary: Snape’s lips were shaking, his face was white, his teeth were bared. He looked like he was seconds away from blasting Harry to pieces.“Amusing man, your father, wasn’t he?” said Snape, shaking Harry so hard his glasses slipped down his nose.“I didn’t—”Snape threw Harry from him with all his might. Harry fell hard on to the dungeon floor.“You will not repeat what you saw to anybody!” Snape bellowed.For a moment, Harry stayed where he was, trying to get his thoughts back in order. His father was a bully – and a pretty awful one, if that memory was real (was it? could memories in pensieves be faked?). He felt a little sick, and it wasn’t just the disgust he felt over his father’s (and Sirius and Remus’ too) actions. It was also the fact that… well, he knew what it was like to be picked on.Slowly and carefully, Harry got to his feet, though he kept as much distance from Snape as he could. There was a part of him that felt sorry for teenager-Snape, but the biggest part of him was just… angry.The year had been nothing short of hell, and yet Harry had still done his best. He’d showed up for his lessons – which were more like torture sessions than lessons – with minimal complaint, did his best to keep his head down even when the whole f@ck@ng world was falling apart around his ears. He’d had to deal with that b@tch Umbridge and her stupid educational decrees, the damn dreams that plagued him every night and never let him get a true moment’s rest. Not to mention freaking Voldemort being out there wanting Harry and everyone he cared about dead. And yet not once had he taken his anger and frustration out on innocent people. Never once had he turned into a bully. Never once had he attacked someone unprovoked. Never once had he taken pleasure in the misfortune of others.He stared at Snape and all the pity he felt evaporated from his heart. The man standing in front of him might have been bullied, but that had been 20 years ago. James Potter was dead, and here Snape was, holding a grudge against his son, who, until now, had had no idea about any of this.“So this is why you hate me,” Harry said. The words slipped out without his conscious control, almost as if he was speaking to himself. It all made sense now.And it was f@ck@ng unfair.Snape sneered again, hatred burning in his eyes.“You hate me for something my father did to you 20 years ago,” Harry continued.“You are just like–”But Harry wasn’t going to take this cr@p anymore. He didn’t care what his father had done, no matter how awful it was. Because they had been teenagers at the time, and Snape was a f@ck@ng adult now. He was an adult who continuously bullied children. If James Potter had been bad, Snape was a hundred times worse, and Harry was done with this b@llsh@t.“I never met my father! And I am nothing like that!” he shouted, pointing back at the pensieve. “I have never in my life bullied anyone!” He took a deep breath and stood up straight, no longer afraid. “What the hell is the matter with you? You’ve been seeing my memories for weeks now. You know exactly what happened. You know what my cousin was like, what it was like to live with them. How the f@ck can you say that I’m the bad guy?” His eyes sparkled with anger and pain he had done his best to put aside all these years. “Did it look like I was happy in those memories? Or did you get a kick out of seeing me in pain? Humiliated? Did you imagine my dad in my place? Did it make you feel good? Did you get your f@ck@ng revenge, you sick piece of sh@t?”A small part of Harry was appalled at his loss of control, but the biggest part just didn’t care anymore. He needed to get it out of his chest before the anger choked him.“You’ve hated me from day one for something my father did. It was not me! How dare you stand there all indignant that I saw your memories when you’ve been seeing mine for weeks? And you’ve enjoyed it, haven’t you? You’re a miserable f@ck and you want everyone to be just as miserable as you are. Well, f@ck you! You’re a f@ck@ng adult. Grow up! Get over it! Stop being a sh@t to people who have done nothing to you.”He stepped forward, and felt some satisfaction in how Snape warily backed away.“I AM NOT MY FATHER!” Harry shouted into Snape’s face. He panted, some of the anger he had been carrying around with him finally ebbing away. “Maybe he was an @ssh@l@, but at least he picked on people his own age. You, on the other hand, are the worst kind of coward. You bully children who can’t defend themselves, and you have the gall to stand there and act like you’re better than me? You can go straight to hell!”The silence that followed was heavy and uncomfortable. Harry could see that Snape wanted to say something scathing, but was too stupefied to get the words out.“These lessons are over. It’s clear you have no intention whatsoever of teaching me anything; you just want the excuse to bully me some more. And you are a sh@tty teacher anyway. I’m done being your sick entertainment. You can tell Dumbledore that if it’s really that important that I learn Occlumency, that he should get me someone who is actually interested in helping me instead of seeing me suffer.” He moved to pick up his bag and shouldered it. “And don’t worry, I’d never tell anyone what I saw. Not because you threatened me, but because I’m not a sadistic b@st@rd. Not everyone is as twisted as you.”Without another word, Harry swept out of the classroom. He’d probably still have to see Snape in Potions class (god, what he wouldn’t do to be able to drop it and DADA), but things were going to be different from now on. Harry was done being everyone’s doormat. He was done paying for other people’s mistakes.It was time to start fighting back.*****
3.After the dust had settled, Harry finally had time to think – and mourn. It didn’t seem right that so many good people had died. The Weaselys were devastated by their loss, and so was Harry. Poor Teddy Lupin was an orphan now, and Harry knew exactly how much that sucked, even if at least Teddy wasn’t about to be shipped off to live with relatives that hated him. He had a nice grandmother who would take him in and give him a good life. It would not makeup for the loss of his parents, though – nothing would ever do that, and it was all because of f@ck@ng Voldemort. Harry kinda wished the b@st@rd had suffered some more.There were a lot of funerals to attend, and Harry was sick to death of seeing people dying. He was sick of grieving people who he didn’t even properly know but had wanted to. First Sirius, now Remus and Tonks. Not to mention Colin Creevey and Lavander Brown, who had just been kids.And Fred. God, Fred was… hard to take. Aside from being Ron’s brothers, the twins had also been his teammates in Quidditch, and he’d spent a lot of time with them. It was hard to believe that there was only George now.Harry did his best to keep it together, even though all he wanted to do was scream about how f@ck@ng unfair it all was. Most of the time, he couldn’t muster much enthusiasm for his continued survival – not in the face of so much loss and grief in the Wizarding World.The last funeral to be held was Snape’s – probably because no one much cared that he was dead. Harry certainly didn’t. If fact, Harry had tried very hard not to think about Snape at all, because he knew that if he did he would probably end up doing something he would regret. As it was, he had no intention of going. He wasn’t enough of a hypocrite (or a m@s@ch@st) to want to stand there and pretend he gave a f@ck that the b@st@rd had died.Unfortunately, not everyone seemed to get the memo.It was Mrs Weasley who knocked on the door to Harry’s bedroom in Grimauld Place (he hadn’t had time to get a new place to live yet), which was still being used by the remnants of the Order before they could all figure out what to do now.“Harry, it’s time to go.”“Go where?” he asked, staring morosely at his school books and wondering what the hell he was supposed to do with his life now (wondering why he was alive at all, really).“Professor Snape’s funeral.”Harry turned to her in surprise. “I’m not going.”“But Harry–”“I’m not going,” he repeated. When she kept staring at him uncomprehendingly, Harry sighed and went downstairs. Despite the fact that he didn’t feel like company, he wanted to be alone even less.Mr Weasley was in the kitchen, along with Shacklebolt, both dressed in their good robes, and Harry sighed. He detoured to one of the sitting rooms, where he found Hermione and the rest of the Weasleys (minus Fred, of course, and, f@ck, Harry wanted to cry).Mrs Weasley, not one to leave things alone, followed him. “Harry, dear,” she began, and Harry’s already frayed nerves snapped.“I am NOT going to Snape’s funeral.” Ron, Hermione, Ginny and George didn’t seem surprised by his refusal, and Harry felt a little bit better. He really didn’t want to have to fight with anyone else. He was sick of fighting. Mr Weasley and the others came in then, asking if everyone was ready to go.Mrs Weasley insisted. “I know you had your differences, Harry, but Professor Snape was a member of–”“No,” Harry cut her off. “I don’t care. I will not be going to the funeral of a man who spent 6 years tormenting me and my friends. As far as I’m concerned, Snape got exactly what he deserved, and I’m glad he’d dead. You can all do what you want, but I’m staying right here.” When it looked like she was going to argue with him, Harry decided he had had enough. “Did you know that it was Snape who sold my parents out to Voldemort?” he said, voice as casual as he could make it with the anger that suddenly churned in his gut. “He was the one who overheard the prophecy, and then he went straight to Voldemort to tell him all about it. He didn’t care that innocent people were going to die, because he was a f@ck@ng Death Eater. Hell, he might have killed people for the cause for all we know.”Hermione flinched at that. George looked angry, as did Ginny. Bill and Charlie kept their expressions neutral, but Harry doubted they had any love for Snape. Percy seemed uncomfortable, but he had been that way since he’d made up with the rest of his family.There was a tense silence after that.“He changed sides, helped–” Shacklebolt began.“B@llsh@t,” Harry bit out. “Do you know why he changed sides? Because apparently he was in love with my mum, and he didn’t like it that Voldemort killed her. He tried to change Voldemort’s mind about killing her, but of course it didn’t work. If Voldemort had said ‘fine, I’ll just kill James and the baby’, Snape would have been perfectly happy. In fact, I’m sure he would have cheered. He would have helped.” Harry took a deep breath, trying to rein his temper in. God, he felt sick just thinking about the memories he had seen. He felt dirty. “He claimed that he loved my mother, but he called her a mudblood and joined the Death Eaters, who would have loved nothing more than to kill her. He claimed that he loved her, and yet he treated me like sh@t all these years just because he was jealous that she married my dad and never gave him the time of day.” Harry laughed, a harsh sound. “He turned on the Death Eaters because the love of his life was killed, and never once thought of any of the other people – innocent people just like my mum – who died. I knew that he hated my dad, and that they fought all the time while they were in school, but this is even worse. The fact that he loved mum makes it all even worse, because… f@ck, he betrayed her and everything she cared about. And then, to make matters worse, he proceeds to take his anger out on even more innocent people – all his students, who he ridiculed and bullied for years. And me, because I look like my father. So… no, Mrs Weasley. No, Mr Shacklebolt, I don’t give a f@ck what Snape did or didn’t do for the Order. I don’t care how good a spy he might have been, or whether he actually helped in the end. What I care about is that he was a sh@tty excuse for a human being and I hope he is rotting in hell along with Voldemort and all the other Death Eaters – because that’s what he was. Always.”“Hear, hear,” George said, and Ron nodded vigorously in agreement, as did Ginny. “And you know what, mum, I’m not going either.”“Neither I am,” Ginny said, followed by Ron, Bill, Charlie and Percy.Hermione took Harry’s hand and squeezed it. “Me neither.”Seeing as the younger generation wasn’t going to budge on this, Mr Weasley gently steered his wife and the others out of the room with a subdued farewell.After they left, Harry sat on the nearest couch and just… breathed for a while. His thoughts were still all over the place, and his anger hadn’t abated in the slightest. He wasn’t sure it ever would, really.“I’m sorry, Harry,” Ginny said.“Thanks,” was the automatic response. Then he looked around and felt his heart lighten a little. He might have had his disagreements with Ron, Hermione and Ginny, but in the end, they had stuck by him, and he was grateful for that. He was glad that they had made it, even if he was acutely aware of the missing Weasley in the room. “Thank you,” he repeated with a bit more feeling and what he hoped was a real smile.He was going to have to find a way to go on. It would be hard, but at least he wasn’t alone, and knowing that helped.Harry was still alive, and he was going to do his best to actual feel that way.AN: F@ck that b@llsh@t epilogue.'
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