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Entry tags:	dh, fic, g, harry, snape

Inexplicable Peace Harry-Snape G
Title: Inexplicable Peace
Author: dead_sexydexy
Rating: G
Word Count: 510
Characters: Harry Potter / memory of Severus Snape (Pretty Gen, slash if you squint. I squint.)
Notes: Post DH
Summary  Harry honors the memory of Severus Snape
Disclaimer: The Potterverse is not mine, I make no money from it, I don’t intend to harm it or anyone else.
Comments and Concrit: Are always welcome.
Beta: plynn78

Inexplicable Peace

Harry emerged from a thicket, blinking as his eyes acclimated to the dazzling sunlight. After inhaling the sweet air, he picked a careful path through a field of pure white lilies, careful not to tread on even one pristine blossom. He stopped occasionally to pinch off a spent bloom or watch butterflies flutter in and out in a game of hide and seek.

Before long, Harry reached his destination and sat on a simple black granite bench that would have been unremarkable but for its utter perfection. Each angle an exact ninety degrees, each joint held fast without mortar or magic. The surface, polished to brilliance, bore no ornamentation whatsoever. Harry sat, caressing the ebony stone. His hand absorbed the heat it reflected. Briefly, he wondered how many hours he spent working on the bench, but that really didn’t matter. He had to make it; just as he had to plant each of the original lilies in the surrounding field himself. He had to do these things or allow his soul to wither and die like a plant deprived water.

Now the memorial was complete. His original need to create sated, his new need was simply to be here. Sometimes he spoke. Others he just sat in silent comfort, feeling an inexplicable peace he only found in this place. Today he would talk.

“I saw you today,” Harry said, looking down at another, smaller slab of black granite laying on the ground in its perfection. “You swept along Diagon Alley ahead of me and turned onto Knockturn.” Harry shook his head and let out a snort at his ridiculous hallucination. “It’s a really good thing I’m an auror. No one thought it strange for me to take off sprinting down the pavement, only to stop in my tracks when I turned the corner to find Knockturn deserted.” He paused, and added with a wry smile, “No need to call me an idiot, imbecile, or dolt. I’ve taken care of that for you.”

Harry lapsed into silence after that. Occasionally he would inhale deeply, noting every scent he could distinguish and, without realizing it, reciting every possible potions use for each. He closed his eyes, drinking in the restoring calm of his solitary sanctuary. 

After what might have been minutes or hours, Harry tended to lose track of time here, a slight rustling in the thicket behind him caught Harry’s ear. He turned and grinned to see a beautiful doe nibbling tender leaves at the thicket’s edge. 

Not wanting to scare the timid animal, he turned back and slipped off the bench, lying on his side by the small granite slab.

“She’s back,” he whispered.

Harry curled one arm under his head and traced the letters etched into the stone’s surface with his forefinger, whispering the name as he did so, “Severus Snape.”

Harry paused then continued whispering as he traced along the smooth stone beneath, “I love you.”

Real or imagined, an unusual breeze enveloped Harry in what felt like an embrace and he heard the distant reply, “I know.”