Harry had managed to visit Hogwarts and his sons. He was about to go but decided to sit down on one of the steps just outside the castle to appreciate the school again. This was home to him. He let his eyes roam then felt that someone sat on a level higher than his, on his right side, a little bit further, the person is looking at him with the cold black eyes that looked like dark tunnels, then gazed at the grounds too. Snape. Professor Snape. One of the bravest man he had ever known, the man he used to hate and speculated a lot too. The once headmaster of Hogwarts who Harry had named one of his sons to. As Snape promised to Dumbledore, he stayed to protect the students and kept teaching with the subject he love, Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"I really hate your father and you are very much like him. Arrogant, rule-breaker, mediocre..."
"I'm not arrogant... or... Look, I can't defend him, I once thought that he was all great and nice but when I saw it I thought he was a jerk. I can't believe my father had done that but I believe maybe he changed. You know? Matured. Grew out of it. But I know I can't do anything if you loathe him for what he did before. And I can't change it. Yes, I'm very much like my dad... and my mom too."
Harry turned to look at Snape who is still not looking at him and turned his gaze at the grounds again. Harry smiled on what he's about to say.
"And I know you're best friend with my mom and you love her. So even though you hate half of me, you must love the half of me too cause I'm half of her."
He felt Snape looked at him. He turned to look at this man too. This man who loves his mother so much, who did great things, great sacrifices for her, endured all the judgement, pain and weight to protect Harry for her. Snape is looking directly to his eyes and Harry knows it was his mom Snape is thinking. Snape shrank his eyes and wrinkled his forehead looking at Harry and stood up. He turned back, swishing his black cloak, still looking like a bat, and walked up the steps into the castle. Harry was still smiling thinking that maybe someday Snape can soften up a bit to him, and be like Sirius or Lupin to him or maybe not. But maybe he would be able to tell stories about Harry's mother. Well, at least he knows that there is someone who cared or cares for him who's related and very close to one of his parents, like a close family.
