Disclaimer : I don't own anything, not even Severus… *sigh* - I'm out of employment for the time being, that means no money, so don't lose your time with legal stuff, will you ? I have no job yet but still a good wand to hex you if you bother me with these technicalities.

A/N : Fully compliant with Half-Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows. I thought the aspect I develop here was missing in the book. Well, these were the stories of one Harry Potter, not Severus Snape's, I guess. What happened in the aftermath of Deathly Hallows as far as Severus – my favorite character in the whole HP series – is concerned ? Here's my relation of the event.

Needless to say that I cried when reading Chapter 33, 'The Prince's Tale'. I cried also when I wrote that piece, thinking it all the way that Severus had indeed died gruesomely and uselessly. Like many other people, I found it sad that he died. However I'm tempted to assert that as a true tragic hero, Severus had to die anyway – no matter how sad that makes me to think it.

Yet, Severus Snape will live as long as we remember him.

I wrote this fanfic with the image of Alan Rickman's fabulous portrayal of Severus in my mind. He's just perfect in that part and I like him to pieces as an actor.

This is my first fanfic in the HP universe. I'm writing some more for another story yet to be completed. Please rate and review.

Later in the day, Harry, Ron and Hermione came back to Professor Snape's grave. They remained silent for a moment. Then Harry took a book out from under his robes. "I found it back in the Room of Requirement." He showed the 'Advanced Potion Making' textbook that had belonged to the Half-Blood Prince, and which had been a trusty companion during his sixth year. "Despite the Fyendfire Crabbe has cast in there, the book has been spared. I guess it was protected in that cabinet where I had put it," he explained. "Poor Snape… He was not even the master of the Elder Wand. He died for nothing." He pocketed the book back into his robe. He would treasure it for sure.

Ron and Hermione nodded in agreement. "Speaking about wands, Harry…" the girl said. "I don't know if I did well but…" She looked confused.

"Go ahead," Ron said encouragingly.

Hermione took out a wand from her sleeve. "I've fetched Professor Snape's wand when we retrieved his body from the Shrieking Shack. I forgot I had it with me until the moment I took my wand out to perform the Carving Spell this afternoon." She showed them the wand.

"You mean you have Snape's wand ?" Ron asked.

"Yes. I suppose it should have been put in his hand before the coffin was closed. But nobody mentioned his wand was missing."

Harry sighed. "True, this is the rule but anyway, it's too late now. Just keep it with you."

They did not hear her arriving but Luna was standing now beside them. "Oh, that's a lovely wand you have in hand, Hermione. Ebony with talon phoenix core. Very powerful wands. Professor Snape's wand, I guess." In front of their puzzled looks, Luna went on : "I'll keep your secret, Hermione. Besides, I think that from where he is, Professor Snape wanted you to have his wand. Take it as a gift from him."

There was something soothing in Luna's explanation. Her choice words, her quiet assurance, her sweet tone. As usual, she seemed to know and see things that other people did not or could not.

Luna moved away from them. They noticed then that she carried something in her hands. A large vial and a beaker. "I took these from Professor Snape's potions classroom. I thought he didn't have any flowers at all, so maybe we could put some on his grave." She put the vial and the beaker on the stone, nearby his name. "Hermione, will you help me ? You're so good at conjuring up nice stuff. I'm sure that with Professor Snape's wand, you'll do wonders."

Hermione came to the stone, opposite to Luna. The young Ravenclaw tipped the beaker on her side with her wand. "Aguamenti !" and pure, clean water flowed in it.

Hermione took Snape's wand. It felt strange in her hand but after a few seconds, the strangeness grew into something comfortable. Yes, she would feel at ease with his wand, she was sure of that. "Aguamenti !" and a few seconds later, pure, clean water filled the vial on her side.

"Now for the flowers," Luna said. "I don't know much about flower language and meanings, but I'm sure these forget-me-nots would be most appropriate." She conjured up a bouquet of blue flowers and arranged them in the beaker. "Oh, they're blue like my House."

Hermione thought for a second or two. Something red, like our House of Gryffindor. Snape may not like it but she thought he was past this stage now. He had showed the courage of a Gryffindor. Like Dumbledore had said in one of Snape's memories, he believed that students were perhaps sorted too soon… She had agreed fully with his statement. He could have been one of us, a Gryffindor after all. She raised his wand and a bunch of red poppies appeared, which she put in the vial. Severus Snape's wand worked well in her hand. It was as if it had accepted her magic.

The two girls looked at each other, in deep understanding. Another flick of her wand and Luna conjured up another vial. She filled it with water and a big bunch of yellow daffodils appeared. "It is said that one daffodil means misery while a lot of them mean happiness. That's from the House of Hufflepuff."

Hermione got it. Now she had to find something to represent Slytherin. She made appear another beaker, which she filled up, and thought for a moment about a green flower. Ellebora. That should do it. Besides, it's a common ingredient in potions. As soon as she had thought about it, she conjured up the flowers. A bouquet of the green flowers appeared and she put them in the beaker. "That's from the House of Slytherin. His House."

"Befitting, aren't they ? I mean, the vials and the beakers, and all these flowers representing the Houses," Luna said after arranging the vials and beakers and flowers, as if she had had just arranged vases on a dinner table. The effect was nice indeed : the four bouquets surrounded his name and dates of birth and death.

"Yes, Luna, very much," Harry replied, his voice lost in emotion. "You're always right on when it comes to perceiving what other people may feel or need. He deserves our respect and care."

"Thank you, Harry. You did well too on your side. I thought you were completely right to insist that Professor Snape had his own portrait in Dumbledore's office – well, the Headmistress' office now – along with those of the other headmasters of Hogwarts. Neville was right, Professor Snape did everything he could to avoid us harsh and painful punishment with the Carrows."

Luna looked again at the grave and the flowers, obviously pleased with the lovely flower arrangements. "Goodbye, Professor Snape. You'll be indeed sorely missed and sadly remembered."