Harry Potter- to Lily with love from Severus
Those last thirty seconds passed in such slow motion. I guess it was the anxiety of being able to see you again, to meet you again. After all these years, I hoped that you had forgiven me my terrible mistakes.
The Dark Lord left the room and his snake in a single sweep of his robes. Robes, for Merlin's sake. My fault that he still had the body to where mundane items.
Your son was still in the room. Such a pity, that you should never see him grown up; arrogant, selfish child as he was, he was yours. Damn that he could not have been mine. That you could not have been mine.
I didn't feel pain. Rather, I saw it. Torrents upon torrents of blood spewed forth. Was that my skin? It would appear so. I had to do what Albus had told me.
I had thought I was unhurt, but movement to my forehead almost told me otherwise. I drew the memory. Damn that he should have to see those few precious moments between us. Damn that I could not treasure them to the grave.
Since he had stolen you from me at such a moment, I stole something back. It really is remarkable how exactly the same your eyes are. Emerald orbs of twilight beauty.
And so I died, Lily Evans, looking into the eyes of a woman I loved and had not seen in almost sixteen years. I died waiting for you.