Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the charecters. I also don't own the song "For Good" from Wicked.
A/N: Hello everyone reading this! I hope you like it! It is a oneshot of an idea that has been bugging me for a while so I just had to get it out. R&R!
I Have Been Changed For Good
Weeping, crying, sobbing, howling: things normally found at a funeral. There was none at his. He had died alone- a traitors death, at the hands of his master. The funeral wouldn't have een taken place if it hadn't been for a few of us who knew the truth about what he had done for them. I was among them that evening. Our group consisted of four people including myself: Professor McGonegall, Remus Lupin, Draco Malfoy, and myself, Hermione Granger.
You may wonder what the gryffindor know-it-all was doing at the funerl of Severus Snape, betrayer of the side opposing Voldemort and why were my two best friends not at my side. it is a simple answer really- they did not know I was here. We four were the only ones who knew the truht. Snape had not betrayed us; he was following Dumbledore's orders the night nearly a year ago in sixth year.
Even if Harry and Ron had know this I doubt they would have come or even belived me when I would have told them that he died to save them. He died in their defence; and without his death Voldemort would have been victorious.
A song came to mind while I stood there at his grave. I let the words fall from my lips in a broken voice. The others turn had begun to walk away.
"Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes the sun
Like a stream the meets a bolder halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better but
Because I knew you... Because I knew you
I Have been changed for good"
They had stopped to listen while I sang. Oddley enough, Draco was the first to come and stand beside me. Shortly we were joined by Lupin and McGonegall. We stood in silence for a few seconds, just taking in the moment as if a spell had fallen over us at the sight of the plain tombstone.
Then it was over; the spell was broken. We turned and walked away. I looked over my shoulder and took one final glance. That was the last time I ever looked upon my professor's grave.