Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty Two

Notes: I know I said that I wasn't going to post today, but my appointments got cancelled.

It's time for Snape's trial! As there's not much in the books or movies about wizarding trials, I made some things up. When Harry's memories are being played, keep in mind that the whole memory is being played, not just the little snippet I wrote. As you all have already read those scenes, you don't need to read them again.

Thanks for all the votes, hope you enjoy!

Hermione came a few days later to help Harry get ready for the trial. She forced him to shower and eat something, as it had been around four days since he had done either of those things. Hermione had laid out a suit and robes for him to wear, ones that weren't wrinkled and covered with blood stains, and Harry had changed into them quickly.

Even after all of that, he still looked awful. His hair was even messier than normal, and he looked as though he hadn't slept for a week. His face was pale, his eyes sunken in. He looked about ten years older than what he was.

"Harry...." Hermione said gently. "You need to pull yourself together. If you really love him, you need to be there for him."

"It's all over, Hermione." He whispered hoarsely. "If they see the wrong memories, or question me about the wrong thing, he'll go to Azkaban. He killed an innocent Auror, Hermione. It's all over."

Hermione sucked in a sharp breath.

"You have to at least try, Harry. Just remember, Ron and I will be there the whole time. I know Ron's still upset with you, but he chose to be on guard duty for this. He's there for you."

Harry could only nod.

"I'll try, Hermione. I owe him that much."

Hermione eyed him sadly, then gently guided him towards the floo.

"Does he know how you feel?" She questioned quietly, pausing in front of the fireplace.

Harry shook his head.

"No. And he never will." He muttered.

Hermione looked as though she wanted to say something, but she kept her mouth shut. Instead, she squeezed into the fireplace next to Harry, and they flooed away.

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Harry entered the half empty court room, and watched as people began to file in. He noted with disgust that Rita Skeeter was there.

Great. That was just great.

Ron stood across the room from Harry. His dark red Auror robes were rumpled  ever so slightly, and he stared at Harry with a look that Harry couldn't quite read. When he realized that Harry had caught him staring, he quickly glanced away.

Hermione sat a few feet away from Ron, nervously chewing on her nails as she waited for Kingsley and Snape to arrive. She looked almost as nervous as Harry felt.

Harry's hands shook slightly, and he felt on edge. He jumped about a foot in the air when there was a sharp crack next to him.

"Kreacher?" He questioned in disbelief. "What... what are you doing here?"

"Kreacher is being here to share his memories." He responded simply.

Harry stared at him in horror. Merlin knew what his house elf had seen Snape doing while he was off at work.

"Is that even allowed?" He questioned.