What I Saw In Your Eyes
Oneshot. During the last few moments of Snape's life, he got the chance to gaze at those emerald orbs one last time, and this one last time was the only time when he discovered more about what lied beneath those eyes.
Standard disclaimer stuff applied and all that.
Snape's POV
Before my eyes, blasted Potter's spawn appeared out of thin air. The Invisibility Cloak, yes, it must be it. Potter passed down the damned cloak to his son, surely to continue his misbehaviors and mischief, and his spawn hasn't failed at all.
My eyes widened as I tried to speak. He bent over me, and I seized the front of his robes and pulled him closer. What he was doing here, I tried to inquire, but a rasping, gurgling noise issued from my throat instead.
I abandoned my inquiry as a new thought formed in my mind. It must be all right now. I shall be leaving this place sooner or later anyway. Leaving this place for sure, forever, for life. He must know. I will not allow myself to die if he stills believes I am murderer, while I spent most of my life being Dumbledore's puppet, being a spy for both sides, protecting the brat.
"Take . . . it. . . . Take . . . it. . . ."
I released all of my memories that he needed to know; to confirm that I am truly not one the Dark Lord's most loyal followers. Vaguely I can feel the gushing of my own memories from my mouth, my ears, and my eyes. Yet he was not moving at all, didn't he understand? Did the know-it-all needed to recognize this silver substance and conjure a flask for him?
My energy drained steadily as the brat lifted my memories into the flask. I felt the hazy feeling of my hand slackening my grip of his robes. One more thought caught my mind's attention. I tried to whisper, as clearly as I could.
Just once more would be enough, and I'd be happy with that. One more look and I will gladly accept what the next world will offer me, either it be heaven or hell. I do not care, just one more . . .
"Look . . . at . . . me. . . ."
My black eyes found his green ones.
"It's obvious isn't it?"
"What's obvious?"
"I know what you are."
"What do you mean?"
"You're . . . you're a witch."
"It's real for us. Not for her. But we'll get the letter, you and me."
"Really?"
"Definitely."
"I don't want to talk to you."
"Why not?"
"Tuney h-hates me. Because we saw that letter from Dumbledore."
". . . thought we were supposed to be friends? Best friends?"
"We are, Sev, but I don't like some of the people you're hanging round with!"
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not interested."
"I'm sorry!"
"Save your breath."
"I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here."
"I was. I would have done. I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just –"
"Slipped out?"
'Slipped out?'
Slipped out?
Slipped out?
'You were brave, so brave, Lily. I just wished I was as brave as you, then nothing like this would ever had happened. I love you, Lily,' he tried to say, however, no voice escaped from his throat. His hand already thudded onto the floor, and Snape moved no more.
The last image he saw was her, Lily Evans, not Harry Potter, who looked just as pale as the dead body in front of him.
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