He remembered being accepted into Hogwarts, and making the best friends one could ask for.
He remembered their laughing faces during all of the Christmases spent at Hogwarts together.
He remembered the determination they had felt to help him when they had found out about his secret.
He remembered what it was like the night he'd lost them all, whether to death or betrayal it did not matter.
He remembered the elation and fear he'd felt when he'd returned to Hogwarts only to find the reason for the tragedy that Halloween had escaped.
He remembered his horror that the snitch was now out to kill his own godson, the godson who had his mother's eyes.
He remembered finding out the rat was really the traitor, that he was alive and free still.
He remembered losing his last friend to the veil- a piece of drapery, of all things that had the power to kill!
He remembered the hollow feeling that had engulfed him when he saw he was alone again- for good this time.
He remembered finding his true love, finally, after so much misery.
He remembered his reluctance to endanger her with his company.
He remembered being convinced to let himself love her, and marrying her on that midsummer's evening. He remembered the bundle of joy she gave birth to, and the fear that bundle awakened in him.
He remembered leaving and returning.
He remembered fighting for both their lives and losing.
He remembered the injustice of his very existence as his life slipped away, and all he could do was remember…