This is a story about Snape's last moments and what was going on his mind. I know it's very short, but I didn't want to overdo it. Please review if you have the time.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This creation of this magnificent series is credited to J.K. Rowling.

Also, the bolded sentences are taken from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Chapter 23 "The Elder Wand."

Always

"Kill."

Severus Snape barely had time to process the words that had just come out of lord Voldemort's mouth before he felt the unbearable piercing sting of Nagini's bite. He had been on the receiving end of the worst curses before, but this was different. He could almost feel the venom swimming inside him, making him weaker and weaker with each passing second. He knew his time was running out rapidly. He tried to think of what he could do...there was still so much he had to do…it couldn't all be in vain…Potter still had to know…he had to be finished…it couldn't be over. He fell to the floor.

"I regret it," Voldemort said coldly. He left the room, summoning the snake in its cage, behind him without even taking a final glance. Although he had known the ways of Voldemort for years, Snape had no idea just how awful the cruelty was to witness. He had been one of Voldemort's "most faithful servants" for 16 years and, all in a moment, Voldemort was willing to walk away and never look back without even a moment of doubt or remorse.

As the seconds melted away, Snape began to panic as what he should do. He was going to die. That was inevitable, but he still hadn't done all he needed to do. He feebly attempted to cover the bite on his neck to stop the bleeding, but it was futile. Just then, as if by a miracle, Harry Potter appeared before him from under, what Snape knew, was his invisibility cloak. For a brief second, Snape felt the embarrassment of having a student, whom he loathed and loathed him in return, witness him in this helpless state, but now was not the time for pride. A thought struck him. He grabbed Harry by the robes and pulled him in as closely as he could, ordering Harry to take his memories as they leaked in a silvery outpour from of his eyes, ears, and mouth. It was getting harder and harder to hold on, but he needed to. He had too.

At last the vial that held the memories was filled. It was over. Snape loosened his hard grip on Harry's robes. This was it. Such a terrible last memory too. Not that he ever planned to die surrounding by loving family or friends or in the bright sunlight of a warm summer's day, but he at least hoped the grim interior of the shrieking shack would not be his last sight. Harry was still there, staring at him. He looked so much like his wretched father…everything, but…

"Look...at...me..." he whispered to Harry. Harry had not moved, stilled by shock and disbelief. Snape focused on the pair of piercing green eyes that stared back at him.

He could feel it—it all slip away, it was a cold, calming sense. All around him began to fade away, except the eyes. The dust, the grime, the startled face, all of it gone—except the eyes. The last thing he saw was the eyes. And, almost instantaneously, after he knew he had left the world, he saw those eyes claim a new face—her face. That angelic visage, accompanied by no one else—he wanted no one else, just her. She smiled at him. "Thank you Severus," she said in her melodious voice, "For everything." She knew it was always for her. He made her happy. He was at peace.