Severus Snape goes to the Shrieking Shack, where Lord Voldemort is waiting for him. The Battle of Hogwarts rages on, tearing down his home. He passes the tree that used to remind him of a girl, the tree he has never set foot near since she left. But now only Lily Evans fills his mind as he walks to his death.

Harry Potter sat alone after Severus Snape's funeral. Although he had told everyone of Snape's true allegiance, apart from a Ministry official, some professors, and what was left of the Order, no one quite yet felt like mourning the man they believed was a Death Eater for years, especially when so many of their own were dead. Everyone left soon after they came, and Harry was sitting alone across from Snape's body when he heard someone coming. He turned around and saw a woman standing at the entrance. She had dark brown hair, and looked to be in her late twenties. Silent tears were flowing from her eyes, and she looked as if she could barely stand. She did not even notice Harry as she ran to Severus Snape's body. Her knees gave way as she finally laid eyes on him and gasped, as if she had not been able to believe his death before.

"I'm so sorry, Severus… I'm so sorry…" she kept repeating, kissing his cold lips. She spoke with a slight American accent, and Harry could not help but wonder who she was, the woman who was crying for the man hated by almost everyone in the wizarding world. She walked over to Harry and sat down next to him, tears still flowing down her face.

"We meet at last, Harry Potter," she said.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Harry asked.

"No, but everyone knows you." She replied with a teary chuckle.

After a long pause, she said, "You know what he did for you."

"Yes. Did you know him?" he asked.

"He was the greatest man I ever knew," she said. She walked over to Severus Snape, gave him a final kiss, and left, without any explanation or trace that she was ever there.