My Memories are of You
I fall to the cold, stone floor, breathless and scared. The distant words barely reach my ears before the snake bites into my neck and my crimson blood begins to flow out. "Kill, Nagini."
I begin panting, crying. The tears hurt when they come out of my red, swollen eyes. Voldemort says something that I don't pick up, and leaves the shack. Then the boy comes in. The boy that I've hated since he was born. The boy that I defended against Dumbledore, despite my hatred. The boy that I developed a grudging respect for, showing him my worst memory in his fifth year. He kneels over me, and all I see is his eyes- her eyes. Your eyes, Lily. Every time I look at Harry Potter, I feel like crying. His eyes are the exact same as yours. I realize that Pensive water is flowing out of my eyes. Then I remember. He needs to know. "Take it… take it…" I manage to say. Harry puts a flask under my eye, and fills it to the brim.
I'd always heard that your memories flash before your eyes right before you die. My memories are just of you, Lily. I close my eyes and let them begin.
