Victory. It was all over. The Dark Lord was dead. He was alive.
But Harry Potter was dead.
He gradually saw various groups moving to Harry's dead body, speaking softly or not at all, before moving away.
He couldn't do that.
Don't die, Potter.
He dropped to his knees and reached for Harry. With a shaking hand.
Don't die, Potter.
He grasped Harry's cold hand, but suddenly found himself hugging the savior's body to his own.
Don't die, Potter.
Granger was looking in his direction, so he buried his face in Harry's hair.
"Snape." A smile. "Let's make babies, Snape."