Harry, Ron and Hermione had come back to the boys’ dorms. Harry had laid himself on his bed while Ron was holding Hermione tight on his own bed. The curtains of their beds were open so they could see each other. But they remain silent. Harry had called Kreacher for something to eat for them all.
They ate in silence. All the memories came back to Harry – including those of Snape. Suddenly, he rose from his bed. “Snape !” he said loud.
“What ?” Ron asked. “What about him ? He’s dead…”
“Yes, he’s dead and he’s still in the Shrieking Shack !” He watched Ron and Hermione.
“You’re right, Harry. We have to do something for him,” Hermione agreed. “Nobody else but us knows where he is now.”
They were all three exhausted. But they went out of the dorm. That was the least they could do for the man that had done so much for the Greater Good. The man that had died a most gruesome death. The man that lied now on the floor of the Shrieking Shack. The man that had saved their lives countless times before.