The Real Savior

Amelie Rae Lanhoss

A/N-Here's the last chapter...I always meant for this to be short but now that it's already done...I don't know, I'm currently arguing with myself about adding another chapter...but I know I won't, there would be nothing to add to the story I set out to tell. With that said thanks to all the people who reviewed, I really, really appreciate it. To all the people who asked about the poem last chapter: No, I didn't write it, none of my poems are anywhere close to being as good as that one. I found it online a couple years ago and after my friend died it helped keep me sane. I, unfortunately, don't know who did write it but it's called 'Remember This' and you can find it at

This is dedicated, in loving memory always, to K.M.L.

-C.R.C.

Chapter 3-Their Timeless Love

Welcome again, my dearest reader; I am afraid this will most likely be our last time together. I suppose I should tell you, as I promised, The Savior and The Angel's... timeless love story. So, follow me, take my hand for a final time; I've already changed my memories in the Pensieve, and we'll start at the beginning, where all stories should be started. Take my hand, and we'll go back in time again.

This is our, The Angel and I, sixth year - sorry - fifth year; I had forgotten I had this memory in here. This is the day The Angel was released from the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey will come out and tell her she can leave any second now.

"You're ready to go, Miss Granger, but no strenuous activities for a while, understood?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Off you go then."

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey."

If I recall correctly The Angel is going to pass by The Savior right...about...now-

"Hello, Professor Snape."

"Miss Granger...good work at the Ministry."

It's funny how he nods as though he's just decided the fate of the world while she stands their looking incredibly shocked.

"Th-thank you, sir."

Another serious nod.

"Good day, Miss Granger."

"Have a good day, sir."

And here I come around the corner with my usual group of Ravenclaws, but nothing really happens... so on to the next memory...

"Didja see it?"

"Malfoy's pathetic attempt at a Wronski Feint? Yeah, I saw it."

"What a loser!"

"I know, he's got nothing on Potter, the Gryffs' Seeker."

"Tell me about it. It's actually kinda sad."

Oh yes, the big Quidditch match towards the end of sixth year. It was Gryffindor versus Slytherin and only the fifth time Harry Potter had been allowed to play after Professor Umbridge's dictatorship the year before. Draco Malfoy was pissed off about having to play against Harry Potter so he vowed he'd beat him once and for all...at least, that's what I heard from Richie Spillinger, Ravenclaw's Quidditch genius. Anyways, Draco Malfoy decided that the only way to beat Harry Potter would be with Slytherin cheat - ahem – cunning techniques. For some reason he thought he'd be able to do a Wronski Feint, Harry Potter didn't even see Draco Malfoy because he was already chasing the Snitch on the other side of the pitch. So, Draco Malfoy, being the asshole that he is, didn't have the brain power to pull out of the dive and chase Harry Potter, instead he just stared after him. I think Draco Malfoy was in the Hospital Wing for at least two if not three weeks.

Why did I include this memory? Oh yes, I remember now, but we've already missed the Headmaster's announcement...The Angel caught up with him at his office after supper, why don't we just go there now? C'mon, this way...

"Headmaster?"

"Ah, hello, Miss Granger, is there something you wanted to talk to me about?"

"A - uh - well, yes, um, i-is Professor Snape alright? You um, didn't say much, just that he wouldn't be teaching for the rest of the year."

"He's fine, Miss Granger, in fact..."

If the Headmaster had been twinkling at me that way I think I'd be running as fast as I could in the opposite direction.

"Why don't you come on up and see for yourself, Miss Granger?"

"I - er - al-alright, Headmaster."

And up the moving stairs they go...

"I am ready to leave Head - Miss Granger?"

"Miss Granger was worried about you, Severus, see, I told you that it wasn't possible for all of your students to hate you...lemon drop, Miss Granger?"

"Uh, no, no thank you, Headmaster."

"Very well. Severus? You were saying something?"

"Yes, sir, I am prepared to leave Headmaster."

"That's a bit rude of you, don't you think?"

"Sir?"

"Miss Granger expressed concern over your well-being and you didn't even thank her."

The Headmaster's pleased look should definitely be illegal.

"I - thank you, Miss Granger, but, as you can see, I am fine. Your concern was misplaced."

"I suppose that will do, Severus, you may leave."

"Thank you, sir. Miss Granger."

"Good luck, Professor Snape."

The Savior seems so surprised that The Angel would say something positive to him that it's actually pretty funny. Another serious nod, like the ones outside the Hospital Wing, and then-

"Thank you, Miss Granger...thank you."

And then he was gone...love that poem, by the way. I'm being extremely chatty today, aren't I? Anyways, the next memory should be coming up...

"I don't get it Herms-"

"I loathe that name, Ron, and you know it."

"So-Herms, I don't get it, how could you possibly accept to

be the greasy git-"

"Professor Snape, Ron, Professor Snape, not 'that greasy git'"

"Right-him, well, how could you accept to be his assistant!?"

"Honestly, Ron, you're blowing this out of proportion. Harry, tell him he's blowing this out of proportion."

"Can't do that, Mione, I agree with Ron, you're crazy."

"I'm not crazy! What do you have against Professor Snape anyways?"

"What-"

"'What do we have against him?' I can't believe you're even asking that, Mione!"

"I'm-I'm hallaooocintaning-"

"Hallucinating, Ron, honestly, if you don't know how to pronounce something don't try using it in a sentence."

"Okay, Herms, that's it, what are you on?"

"What!?"

"Well, Mione, since you're sane most of the time-"

"Except when it comes to your studying habits-"

"Right, except then, it's obvious you're under a spell or something that's making you think being Professor Snape's assistant will be anything other than a living nightmare-"

"A potion! A potion, Harry! The overgrown bat's got her under the influence of a potion!"

"Of course! You're a genius Ron! Why didn't we see it before?!"

"Now you're both being ridiculous. I am not, I repeat, not under the influence of anything! Did it ever occur to you two that just because you don't like the Professor doesn't mean the rest of the world hates him as well? Honestly!"

"B-But, Hermie, the rest of the world does hate Snape!"

"Arrrrgh! You two are driving me absolutely crazy! There is nothing wrong with Professor Snape and there is nothing wrong with being his assistant. End of discussion."

"But-"

"End. Of. Discussion. Ronald Weasley. Are we clear?"

"Y-yeah. Clear, Herms."

"Harry?"

"Crystal, Mione. Can we go to Honeydukes now?"

"Yes. Yes, c'mon, let's go."

Watch the alley next to the Three Broomsticks; The Savior will come out of hiding in a moment. I know because Mandy, Anthony and I almost ran into him on our way up the street to Scrivenshaft's.

I am afraid, my friend, that I have no memories after graduation that contain The Savior and The Angel falling in love. There are, of course, countless memories of them already in love, however I am ashamed to say I wasn't there to watch them fall in love. If I were to show and explain every single memory I have of them in love we would be here for hours, days and weeks even. I don't have any time to spare today or in the near future for all that. I would, though, like to show you a memory I have, a conversation by the Hogwarts lake between The Angel and, that, I think, will explain their love better than I can with only words. Let's go there now, are you ready?

Ah...I can almost imagine the wonderful smell of Hogwarts in June after a drizzling rain. That's when I spoke with The Angel; the grass was still wet but we made do. We were down by the old tree with the branch that sticks out perfectly for climbing - come on!

"Miss - ah - Miss Angel?"

"Hi, Samantha. I'm glad you came. Call me Hermione, kay?"

"It was my pleasure Miss - Hermione."

"You must be wondering what happened during the Last Battle. Wondering why you're the only one who remembers it the way it actually happened? Wondering if maybe you took one too many Cruciatus and it went to your head?"

"Um - well - uh - yes, act-actually, I was."

"You're not crazy, Samantha, you're...the Chosen One."

"I-I beg your pardon?"

"What you saw, Samantha, was the Truth."

"I'm...still a little confused."

"That's understandable. How much do you know about angels?"

"Um, they're supposed to watch over us, right?"

"Yes. Anything else?"

"N-No, not really."

"Let me explain, then. I apologize in advance if I jump around a little. Angels do a number of things; we - they are a lot of different things. Watching over people is the most common thing they do. There are also angels who are sent to live as humans and help the world. I was one of those angels. Everyone always said Harry would be the Savior of the wizarding world; but it was never meant for a mortal to be credited with such a thing. With a type of thing that people are sainted for. That's why Heaven sent me to live here and befriend Harry Potter.

Each angel is given one chance to do something completely radical, something that will change the world and change the future. For example, bringing someone back from the dead or...reversing a True Prophecy; are things that would bring radical change. As soon as an angel uses their one chance they become a mortal - a human - and they only have the rest of the life they were assigned to live; sometimes that's not very long at all.

I never quite understood why, but I know it's important for people not to witness angelic rituals; people aren't allowed to know much about us. A long, long time ago, however, there was a seraph who didn't agree with that, she made a rule that stated one person who had witnessed the angelic ritual would be chosen at random to keep their memories. Everyone else who has witnessed an angelic ritual, other than the Chosen Ones, have memories of the expected outcome; of what was expected to happen.

What you saw, Samantha, was the truth of what happened, but it is the truth that no one other than myself, Severus, celestials and you will ever know. Unless, of course, you decide to tell someone else. I-I don't recommend that, though. Chosen Ones, unfortunately, who have spoken out in the past have been accused of insanity and locked away before. I don't want that to happen to you too."

"Oh."

"Yes, that about sums it up. Oh."

"Ha ha. Th-there's one thing, that I'm still curious about."

"Ask away, Samantha, you deserve answers."

"Wh-why did you use your only chance - I mean - why did you choose this life to stick with for all eternity?"

"You're engaged, aren't you?"

"Y-yes..."

"Love, Samantha, love made me want to stay here."

"I-I still - I don't - What?"

"Do you believe in soulmates?"

"Uh - y-yes, I suppose so."

"Good. You should, they're real. One reason people don't believe in them, though, is because there are people who never find theirs. 'Soulmates' doesn't mean two people who live in the same lifetime are connected; it just means that the other half of a person exists; not necessarily in the same time. One of the plusses of Heaven is that there's this huge list of soulmates. Since I first died and became an angel I knew my soulmate would be someone named Severus Snape; I just didn't know when he would be born or when we would meet.

Have you heard the story behind how soulmates were formed?"

"No, I haven't."

"It is said that, originally, people had two heads and four arms; basically, they had double everything. One side of the person was male, the other female. I can't quite remember what happened but someone came up with the idea of cutting people in half, so there would be a male and female who, while they had separate body parts and emotions, would share a single soul. Hence the term, 'soulmates'

Severus is literally my other half in so many ways. We can do everything together. We can but we don't need to, however, this is where the soulmates part comes to play. We don't need to do everything together; but we can never be truly happy doing something without the other. That's all there is to it."

"Oh. I-I see now. I understand. Thank you, Miss Angel."

"It was my pleasure, Samantha, and, please, call me Hermione. I am no longer an angel and I have the feeling that you and I will become very good friends."

"Thank you, Hermione."

"Once again, it was my pleasure. Now, why don't we head in and have some lunch?"

And that, to borrow The Angel's words, is all there is to it.

So, my dear reader and my dearest friend, I shall miss you. If you'll excuse me now, it's time for me to lower my white veil and I'm off to become Mrs. Anthony Goldstein. I hope you remember the truth, and I desperately hope you won't forget me.

End Note- And that's all there is to it. Thank you so very much to the people who reviewed. I'm not sure you can understand just what it means to me. I don't have the list of reviewers in front of me so I'll re-edit this later to thank you all personally. Reviews will be responded to for the next two weeks at the usual places (which depends on which archive you're reading this on). Thank you all so much for putting up with my sporadic updates.

Love Always-

C.R.C.