I am bleeding to death on the floor, choking on my own blood. It is not painless, but it will bring an end to pain. Voldemort has killed me thinking he had killed the master of the Elder wand, but he is wrong. Even in death I have this final victory.
I was a fool, Lily. I had always loved you, my only friend, the beautiful, talented witch who dared to care for Severus Snape, the poor, ugly boy your friends all laughed at. But your love for me was always only that of a friend. So I immersed myself in the Dark Arts to distract myself from my pain, and in doing so lost you forever. It is ironic that it was the love of you that took me to the dark side and back.
Because for you, I turned spy for Dumbledore. To save your life, I became an unknown hero, risking my life in hoodwinking the greatest dark wizard we have ever known. But it was not enough. You died, and he did not show you pity.
After all these years I never forgot you. How could I, when your son - whose eyes echo yours, and make me hate him for what he is - has always been there, mocking me unknowingly? The love of you is what moved me to save him, countless times. I save him again in death, silvery memory leaking from my eyes like tears. With them he shall learn the secret to killing Voldemort, and a few of my own secrets as well.
I almost pity him. He was used, by Dumbledore, as was I, for the greater good. Now the little marionette will die. Of course, it was for the greater good.
I do not hate or blame Dumbledore. It was the only way.
It is becoming very cold, Lily, and my vision is fading. I am hated,cold, and alone. All the things I never wanted to be. All the things I always was, no matter how much I tried to escape them. But I do not fear death much, because it is an escape to the madness of this war, and because you will be there.
I am struggling to speak through my ripped vocal chords again. I want him to see me, suddenly I want to tell him many, many things, but it is hard, and the words are hard to distinguish.
"Look...at...me..."
His bright green eyes are the last thing I see.