Written for Vicky199416 's The Happiest Time Of Their Life challenge
Both the best and the worst moments of his life followed consecutively and, ironically, they were as he lay on a cold, slightly damp floor dying.
The worst moment came first, when Nagini bit him. It wasn't the pain, agony really, but the realisation that all was lost: the Dark Lord had won. There wasn't a chance that Potter would be able to find out what he had to do on his own. He would, without a doubt, die needlessly and the last hope would die with him.
The Dark Lord would win.
Irrevocably.
So when Potter removed the cloak elation and some other feeling gripped him. He could still feel the blood gushing from his wounds, true, but he didn't really care. It certainly didn't hurt anymore, it was just numb. Definitely not painful.
When Potter bent over him he grabbed a handful of his robes and pulled him closer so that he would be able to hear what he was saying.
"Take . . . it . . . Take . . . it . . ." The words caught and rasped in his throat.
Concentrating hard he released all of the memories he had stored; the memories that were the key to defeating the Dark Lord. They poured out in a flood and Potter collected them in the flask the Granger girl had conjured.
There. Done.
The strange feeling welled up inside him even stronger than before and he remembered that it was called happiness.
He hadn't felt happiness since she had left him.
But he did now. Potter knew what to do and he would do it. He was just like her in that respect. Once she had made up her mind she would follow through to the bitter end.
"Look . . . at . . . me."
He stared into those green eyes that were so exactly like hers and then his thoughts slipped away and she was dancing in a meadow a little way ahead, waiting for him to join her.