He wanted this part of his life to be over. Harry had given him the chance to be someone, to be seen and heard; had defended him. For the last few weeks, the young man had given every impression that he considered Severus worthy, a friend even. He had listened to his advice, his teachings. He had not dismissed anything Severus had said, no matter if he had talked about a potion the young man had no hope to understand, or if he had suggested a book for Harry's current topic of interest. The young man had been attentive and treated him with the same kindness and affection he usually reserved for Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Not at all the arrogant, little fool he had thought him to be. Harry Potter might have started as Lily Evan's son, but Severus Snape had come to respect him as his own person. The teenager wanted to change their world for the better and had asked for his help. As a Potion Master, he could only do so much good. But as an advisor for a person of interest, of influence ... the right word could make or break someone. Passing up that chance would be foolish, bordering on stupidity. Severus Snape had been many things in the past, but he had never been a fool.