Harry's Scar

'A bee in your bonnet, Potter?' The tall man's face cracked in a smile reminding him of
the greatest wizard lost just a year ago.
'Sir-' Harry hesitated, 'what's happened to me? I thought I'd die, but I'm alive.'
'No, Harry, you're really dead.' Aberforth tried to say it more delicately, but couldn't
find any right words to put it that way.
'I'm dead?' asked Harry incredulously. 'But how-'
'You're Snape, Harry, don't you remember?' interrupted the bearded man impatiently.
'No.' Harry answered honestly.
'You killed yourself,' explained Aberforth in a somewhat bored voice, because he had
already explained it to Harry five times. The post-Avada Kedavra amnesia seemed to
last longer than anyone expected. 'Professor Cubique worked it out that you're the last
Horcrux. You pointed your wand at the scar, uttered Avada Kedavra, and destroyed that
part of Voldemort's soul that was hidden in there. This was an act of double murder-
suicide, of course, so when your soul split in two halves, Hermione captured one and
encased it in Snape's body. After that McGonagall offered her a teaching position on the
spot, the youngest Hogwarts professor ever. She's a very gifted witch, you know.'
'Yes, I know.' admitted Harry, not wanting the old man to get sidetracked.
'After killing Voldemort professor Snape drank some enhanced Polyjuice Potion that
lasts 24 hours. Here's you hair by the way,' Aberforth handed Harry a scarlet bag with
something soft inside. 'And then he changed into you. All you have to do now, is drink
the potion for the rest of your days, and no one will be any wiser.'
'But I would only look like me, then. How is that I think like me, I am me?' Harry kept
pestering Aberforth with his questions.
'You've always had an enormous ego, just like your father, Harry,' Aberforth said.
'Once in Snape's body, you basically chucked him out. It was his greatest sacrifice, there
was always this redemptive streak in him, did you notice? And come to think of that, it
was also his greatest triumph over Voldemort ,or you, Harry.'
'But what about the prophecy? I was to kill him!' protested Harry'
'No, Harry, you got it wrong, Albus got it wrong actually. It didn't say you had to kill
him,' explained Aberforth. 'When you were dead, and there were no more Horcruxes
left, professor Snape finished him off.'
'But how?' demanded Harry.
'Oh, it was a brilliant idea, very brilliant in fact, bearing in mind it came from Ron,'
Aberforth chuckled softly. 'Snape just slipped some of Fred and George's U-NO-POO
into his drink. Voldemort was so full of -' a large bang of a firework obscured the next
word. 'that he just exploded. Brilliant!'
'So Snape was-'
'That's professor Snape for you.' Harry was interrupted by Aberforth again.
'Yes, professor Snape,' Harry repeated and noticed that for the first time in his life he
meant it. 'He was on our side after all?'
'That's right, Harry,' Aberforth grinned to himself. 'He was a quadruple agent. Albus
knew that Dumbledore knew that Voldemort knew that Dumbledore knew that
Voldemort knew that Snape worked for us. But Voldemort didn't know that. And that
was his downfall.'
 'And it's all over now? I can live with Ginny and become an Auror?' a new hope lit in
Harry's longing eyes.
'Harry, how many more times do I have to tell you, you're DEAD, don't you forget it!'
Aberforth said irritably. 'Ginny doesn't want anything to do with you anymore. For her
you're Snape and always will be. Your best shot now is Luna, she wouldn't mind your
double identity. It's perfectly normal for her. She believes you to be a Crumple-Horned
Snorkack anyway. Unless you prefer Ron, that is.'
'Ron?' repeated Harry blankly.
'He's gay, you see,' Aberforth leered. 'Just came out after you popped your clogs.'
'Ron's g-g-gay?' stuttered shocked Harry.
'Not very bright, are you, Harry?' said Aberforth showing his impatience again. 'It was
obvious from the very start, very crypto-homosexual. Of course, I knew all along. We
met in a chatroom, eventually he worked out that I was R.A.B.'
'But it had to be Regulus Black,' said Harry wondering if these revelations would ever
stop.
'Oh, yes, everybody thought so, but it was just my nick. You see, I work in a bar, I'm
perverted and R A B is BAR spelt backwards, as simple as that. Now my little Ronnie
will be living with me.'
'But you were into goats, I heard,' protested Harry.
'Only because there were no sheep around that time I was caught. And anyway, he's
just a kid,' calmly concluded Aberforth just as he finished tattooing the last letter of AC
DC around Harry's scar.

The END