I loved this! Well and truly loved this. The premise, Snape as the welcoming committee ("certainly not because of my sunny disposition"), the dynamic Albus lent, the banter and dialogue (especially Snape's -- oh, and the one spot at the end where Harry is scolding his children in a damn fair imitation of Severus -- ha!), the treats in the afterlife being tailored to the person -- Albus with his lemon tarts, Harry with his sweet tooth, Snape with his sensible tea and toast, the comfortable domesticity they eventually enjoyed, some really beautiful turns of phrase, and much more I can't express at the moment. I just love these kind of stories where Snape finally let's himself have what he wants, and trusts it, and gets to express his passion, loyalty and possessiveness in the best way possible: for Harry. Gah. Wonderful fic -- it's definitely going in my favorites.