Chapter 1 : Prologue: A Fateful Decision
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The gift of form
The gift of voice
The gift of fortune
The gift of goodness
The gift of eminence
The gift of charity
The gift of integrity
The gift of true nobility
The gift of apt speech.
'...Something more than blood was leaking from Snape. Silvery blue, neither gas nor liquid, it gushed from his mouth and his ears and his eyes, and Harry knew what it was, but did not know what to do-
A flask, conjured from thin air, was thrust into his shaking hands by Hermione. Harry lifted the silvery substance into it with his wand.' (Deathly Hallows, P 657)
Snape choked on his own blood. "Take them to the Pensieve in my office. Hurry..."
"Why should I listen to you?" Harry asked, his eyes filled with the hardness that years of mutual hatred and mistrust had fostered.
"Dumbledore's last..." was all he could manage to croak out as his sallow face grew pale with
Harry Potter looked at Snape with the hatred of years softening by the suffering of the man. "Hermione, treat his wounds."
Ron Weasley stared aghast at Harry. "Are you mad? After everything he's done? Let him die!"
On the other side of Harry Hermione waited, looks of questioning filling her face.
Snape nodded weakly. "Let me die. Please." His head slumped into unconsciousness.
"No," Harry shook his head as he let go of Snape's robes and stood up. "Hermione, save him." Anger filled Harry's eyes again as the memory of Dumbledore dying at Snape's hands filled his mind. "He deserves to stand trial for what he's done, the truth deserves to be known, and he deserves to be buried in the deepest cell in Azkaban."
Hermione nodded and reached into her bag, pulling out what few healing potions she had left, including the anti-venom she had brewed after they had faced Nagini at Godric's Hollow.
Ron stared at the flask of Snape's memories. "Dumbledore's last what, Mate?"
Harry shook his head. "I dunno. But whatever it is, I'm going to make sure that it's used in his trial. All his years of pretending to be one thing while he was actually something else are going to come to an end."
Harry looked down at the small flask, filled to the brim with the silvery blue memories. Little did Harry realize how much the contents of that flask would change everything he thought to be true of Severus Snape.
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