A/N: This is just something small I did in memoray of Alan Rickman. :'( I hated to hear that he had died and I am heart broken. But here is this. . .
I didn't know his death would affect me so much. I don't really know how long I sat there with him watching as the man I grew to think as one of the bravest I ever knew, take his last few breaths. I was waiting for Draco to get here before I left, I didn't want him to be alone. He doesn't have anyone besides Draco in the world anymore. I couldn't make myself leave. The man had hated me for years, barely could look at me, but he had apologized when he gave me his memories as he thought he was going to die and then, somehow the stubborn man survived Nagini's attack. And now, something as common as old age has weakened the man so badly that he won't make it through the night. I shouldn't be here. But, I would never leave someone alone. And I guess you could blame that on my 'saving-people-thing'.
Draco walked in late into the night as Severus Snape slept and looked at a tired Harry.
"Sorry, it took so long. Scor wanted to come but I just, I couldn't let him see him like this." Draco whispered as he walked over to Harry and sat in the only other seat in the room. "Thank you for staying with him. I didn't want him to be alone."
"It's nothing." I said. I couldn't really talk, due to shock I guess, but as I stood to leave the man that had protected me ever since he had met me; the man in the bed moved his head towards me and opened his eyes. He stared and as Draco and I watched we watched as he seemed to sag in relief as he glanced over my shoulder then looked back at me. The last words Severus Snape, spoke in a whisper, would forever be with me.
"You have your mother's eyes. . ."