Last Minutes
Disclaimer:
The Harry Potter books and its characters don't belong to me but to J.K. Rowling.
A/N:
Snape knew it was over as he heard his 'master' hiss something that was unmistakeable Parseltongue. After all, the Potion's teacher had heard that language often enough. First only from the dark Lord, but after Potter's second year, the boy had used his ability on purpose. Snape still regretted thinking it was useful to keep a living snake among his potion's ingredients for further use while he taught Potter's class.
Although the memory of Potter's expression usually caused him to laugh, Snape found he lacked of any emotion except a terrible, paralyzing fear.
When he felt no bite or any potion being injected into his body, Severus clutched to the faint hope that Voldemort just wanted to threat him a bit. Moments later, he cursed himself a pathetic optimist as he felt Nagini's sharp teeth piercing his neck, instantly drawing blood, the snake's deadly poison entering his vein. Letting out a pained gasp, the Potion's teacher collapsed. In an instant, the dark Lord was at his servant's side, grabbing what was supposed to be the Elder Wand. Then he was gone, his words 'I regret it' still lingering in the air as he had disapparated.
Snape knew he was going to die. He felt the poison slowly making its way to his heart. But just as he began to accept his fate, someone burst into the small room. With a lot of effort, the intoxicated man turned his head towards the noise – and realized he had probably never been happier to see someone he had previously hated. Within seconds, Potter was kneeling next to him. Despite being too weak to perform any Legilimency on the boy-who-lived, Snape still felt his fury and fear.
Suddenly, Severus got an idea. Maybe he didn't get to tell the truth because Voldemort had been faster, but if he was just fast enough… After all, Potter certainly knew how to use a pensieve. Concentrating on every bit of magic that was still left within him, the once intimidating Head of Slytherin willed his memories to leave him, living them through as the silver fluid slowly poured out of his ears and mouth, touching his blood but not mixing with it. Through half-closed eyelids he saw how Ha… no, Potter gathered the substance in a small bottle he had retrieved from one of his pockets.
Just moments later, Snape felt a tremendous pain taking over his body, causing him to flinch and clench his teeth in a desperate attempt to keep from crying out. He managed. The man who had never uttered a single sound while being punished with the Cruciatus wouldn't allow himself to be defeated by some pathetic snakebite. Of course, he was going to die, but that didn't make any difference, did it? Pain was still pain.
While he was still contemplating that thought, Snape realized he hadn't got much time left. Letting himself being led by his long-suppressed emotions he addressed Harry, his voice shaking in agony: "Look… at… me…"
When the green eyes fixed on his black ones, Snape could easily pretend it was someone else staring down at him, kneeling beside him as he was dying.
And with one last, mental look at the only woman he had ever loved, everything faded into darkness around Severus Snape.
So, what do you think? I didn't like the fact Snape died, but decided to try this scene nonetheless. This story was written without my usual beta, so please be gentle… sometimes there are those terrible mistakes you don't recognise on your own lol