Originally posted by spidergrl
"But .. huh?" Harry said, looking up to see a twinkle in his eye and Mr Weasley looking very flusted and pink in the face.
Dumbledor slightly chuckled to himself as he smiled and his gazed continued throw this half moon glasses.
"Now. Harry. I know that your angry at Sna.."
"Of Course I am. He killed you Sir. He was lying to us all along, most of this is because of him. He is the reason in the first place that my parents are dead, he tipped off Voldermort, he listened and he tipped him off. You told me last year that he was sorry, he wasn't, he was playing his part, he was with Lord Voldermort all along." Harry finished, trying to keep himself carm as it seemed like he had started to fum.
"Harry dear boy, it wasn't Sna.."
"What do you mean Sir, how can it not be Snape, he killed you. I saw it, I stood up there and I watched him kill you. How can you say that it's not his fault?"
"Harry, Harry, Harry. Do you remember what I told you last year when I was talking to when we were finding out more information about Tom Riddle? Do you remember what I said that separated you from himself?"
Harry stood there for a moment, thinking inside what this had to do with anything at all.
"Yea, you said that I had love but .."
"Yes Harry. You have love, after everything that has happened, you still have the power to love. The love that you have for your friends, and the family.." Harry tried to butt in but Dumbledor continued with a persueding voice. "Yes Harry, I dead say that your friends have become your family, and just because things - daresay, can pass through myself and Siruis's bodies, doesn't mean we are less of family to you.
See this love for everybody, is what seperates you from Lord Voldermort. If you did not have this love, then you wouldn't care. You would go after him, and you would have no compation. Thus, this is what Tom Riddle did, when he murdered his Muggle Father. He had no care, or compation for even his family. Harry, when your mother died for you, she gave you her love, you must carry that with you, through your journeys."
Harry stayed still for awhile, not really sure what or how to respond to this, he slightly lowered his head and let out a small sigh.
"Sir, I understand all this, I understand the love that I have, but you say that Snape doesn't deserve this, how can he not deserve it, he betrayed you, he betrayed me, he betrayed the Order, he betrayed ... my parents" Harry didn't understand after everything that happened Dumbledor wasn't doing anything, why he was not angry that such a person killed him.
"I understand all of this, I understand that I trusted him, I put my life on the line for the whole time he was in Hogwarts. But for that whole time Harry, I had never doubted that Snape was not on our side, not for a moment. The night that we returned to Hogwarts with the 'Dark Mask' over the school, and we were alone with Draco in the room.
Did you see how he hesitated for so long, slowly lowering his wand, yes Harry, he would not of killed me, he would not have done this. I know that boy and he was only thinking about this for his mother and father. He was trying to protect his mother and at the same time, live up to his father as a dedicated Death Eater. Harry, when you search for Lord Voldermort, I want you to spare Draco if you can. He doesn't deserve such a death, and you don't deserve to have his life on your consience.
That night Harry, you made a promise to me, to make sure that you would do as I said, I havn't taken that off, I am asking you to please obey me here and promise me that if you can spare him, then you will."
"I .." But stopped and looked at Dumbledore, Dumbledore had an expression that he Harry had only seen once on his face.
The same night that Dumbledore had been murdered. When Harry had to repeatidly make him drunk Goblet after Goblet of poison, the expression over his face was almost scary and touched Harry like, nothing else had, it almost bought tears to his eyes.
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