"I’ve just found out that I must die," Harry said flatly, "I’ve just learnt that... that Dumbledore has been keeping me alive, just so that, at the right moment, I can walk up to Voldemort and let him kill me. Currently I am... coming to terms with that," they watched as the Harry in front of them carefully pushed himself up into a sitting position, and peered blankly around at the empty portraits on the walls, "You know," Harry said suddenly, "I never... I never thanked you," he scoffed lightly, "It seems ridiculous to say now, because... well... a lot of it will never happen, but you died before I learnt all of the good you’d done. All you’d done to keep me alive. All you’d done to try and save me. I think... I think you felt as betrayed as I did when you learnt that, in the end, I had to die - didn’t you?" he was suddenly staring into Snape’s eyes, and found pain staring back out at him, "Because you know, now, don’t you? That I have to die, for Voldemort to meet his end?"