As I always knew he would, Severus approached.
He was loyal to me, a best man here to fulfill my final request.
I was greedy to ask this of Severus, but here he is loyal to me as ever.
He looks at me, unsure of what my intentions are. To verify his thoughts, I plead
"Severus...please..." He seems to understand with my hint.
And finally he points his wand and whispers "avada kedavra" and I fall.
As I die I think of Harry. How regretful he must feel.
He doesn't yet understand why I've layed my trust and my life in the hands of Severus Snape.
I hit the ground like one thousand pounds falling from the sky would hit a sidewalk.
My last dying thought, is a prayer. A prayer that Harry will learn well and use what
little I've given him to his own advantage.
My thoughts fade, quieter. Shorter. And I die.