For such a sad story, it made me smile an awful lot, if in sorrow (especially that last paragraph). Bittersweet smiles, but nonetheless I found myself grateful that the half life Harry had found himself living over the better part of a century was going to be ended soon. No matter just what that meant for him and Snape, and I can but hope that it meant only good things. Such a long wait, and such a poignant mixture of his obsession with Snape, and Dumbledore's warning regarding the mirror of Erised. It would appear that he took it a little to heart, in the wrong manner. A life, and death, lived in fragments of time.