Just a sad idea I had one night as I re-read the last chapters. I feel so bad for Snape- I needed to write a tribute of some sort. Please read and review- It's only a one shot but I am proud all the same.
Life had not been kind by any means- Severus Snape knew that, and he did not try to tell himself otherwise. Even as he lay dying the only emotion that filled him was regret. Regret for all the things he did, all the things he said, and all the hate he had kept inside of him.
There had been no break for him, no period of bliss he could speak of other then the moments he had spent with Lily Evans- and even those moments had been so short lived in the span of his life. He had become such a bitter cold man after that. The darkness that had swallowed him had held no comfort for him- he still lived with the ragged man he had become.
He had helped Dumbledore in the hopes that he could come to closure with himself for what he had done. How his words had led to the death of the only woman who he had ever loved- not to mention the countless other peoples lives that ended because of his words. The remorse had caused him to do good. Just as a child bends to its parents will once it is scorned and is forced to learn a lesson the hard way.
But it was too late to think if his life had ended up serving a greater purpose; if he had actually helped anyone in the end. He felt the life leaving him as his blood poured onto the floor of the shrieking shack. He found it ironic that he was spending the last moments with her son- the spawn of the woman he loved and the man who had made his life a living hell. The boy stared at him unsure what to make of the situation. Unsure what to make of the man he had every right to hate.
The memories were safe with the boy now… Where they would be watched.
"Look…At…Me…" He choked through rapid breath and looked into the perfect green orbs that were Lily's eyes.
And his mind was filled with images of her as his sad world finally faded into blackness. A sad end to an unfulfilled life.