Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty Five

Note: I know that this fic is such a slow burn and I'm sorry if you're getting frustrated and impatient. I promise that there will be action next chapter! Thanks for reading!

Harry wasn't sure how long the two of them sat there, simply talking. A couple of hours, at least. It was dark out now, and the small cemetery was so far away from civilization that Harry swore he could see entire galaxies in the sky.

"It's beautiful, don't you think?" Harry whispered.

"Hm?" Snape hummed, his fingers tracing his mother's gravestone.

"The stars." Harry elaborated. "You can see so many of them from out here."

Snape shrugged.

"I suppose I got rather used to seeing the Great Hall's charmed ceiling." He replied. "Nothing seems as beautiful in comparison to that."

Harry frowned.

"I've always loved the stars." He murmured quietly. "I used to sit in front of my bedroom window and stare at the sky for hours at night. Though, from the Dursley's, you couldn't see much."

"I spent much of my childhood looking at the night sky as well. My mother and I would sometimes lay outside in the grass on cool summer nights, and I think Lily even joined us, once or twice."

Harry glanced up in surprise.

"Your mother knew my mother?" He asked.

Snape nodded, never taking his eyes off of the gravestone in front of him.

"Of course. She was my best friend, after all. As you know, I didn't spend much time at home when I was a child, and I didn't dare bring Lily to Spinner's End when my father was home. But my mother met Lily a handful of times."

Harry's face darkened when he thought about Snape's father.

"You're nothing like your father, you know." He said quietly. "I could tell that you were comparing yourself to him, earlier today."

Snape frowned, and his fingers stilled.

"I try very hard not to be like him." He admitted. "I did not expect his words to... affect me so much."

"He said some pretty nasty things." Harry agreed.

Snape snorted.

"That was quite mild for my father."

There was a beat of silence as Harry thought. He chewed his lip for a few moments, then turned to face Snape once more.

"Did you...." He paused, deciding to rephrase the question. "Were you in love with my mother?"

Snape glanced up in surprise.

"I.... I loved your mother very much, but I was not in love with her."

"I think I assumed that you were in love with her after you showed me your memories."

Snape sighed softly.

"I think that a lot of people are under the impression that I was in love with her. Your father certainly thought so, it was one of the reasons he enjoyed tormenting me so much."

Harry glanced away. He didn't like to think about his father tormenting Snape, the thoughts hurt too much. It reminded him that his father would never approve of his new... friendship with Severus. Surely his father would be disgusted to know about his feelings towards the older wizard? And what would Sirius have said? Something about being under the imperious curse, probably. But right now, it didn't really matter what his father or godfather would have said about his feelings for Snape. They weren't here anymore, but Snape was.