Both, those left alive, and those who had died deserved so much better. And it was time Harry began to pay back his debt. It would never be enough, but it would be a start.

Thinking back, Snape was grateful that everyone's eyes—except Dumbledore's of course—were trained on that boy because he could not stop the vicious snarl from briefly taking control over his face. The obnoxiously messy black hair, the irritating round-rimmed glasses that were just asking to be polished...there was no doubt he was he was the urchin offspring of James Potter.