(Authors Note: just finished the last Harry Potter movie (movie 7 part 2) yesterday...

And holy sh*t, Snapes backstory got to me. This is through his point of view... sort of)

God... I can't remember anything...

...Except that he had her eyes.

I met her at a young age.

She said her name was Lily.

Everyone thought she was odd... But I thought she was wonderful.

She could do magic, like me.

We both ended up at the same school.

Hogwarts.

She sat on the stool, waiting for her response.

She was sent to Gryffindor.

I wanted to join her. Fate said otherwise.

I ended up in Slytherin.

That man... James Potter, was around her to much.

She ended up loving him

Despite what he did to me,

After school, during study...

How could she not see?

She got married that day.

The Lily that I loved...

To that damned James. Out of all people.

But it made her happy... So I kept my mouth shut, despite my pain

They had a child.

The news came...

I rushed to see if It was true...

James' body was sprawled against the wall.

I rushed upstairs.

My God... Lily...

No... Please...

They gave her son to a foul family.

And I could do nothing but wait.

Albus has a strange confidence in him.

It was the new school year, and all the new students came in

They were to be sorted, like always.

Then he stepped up.

He looked so much like James... Damn...

I couldn't get a good glimpse at his eyes. His glasses weren't helping.

The hat mumbled about Slytherin... before deciding Gryffindor.

I have him in my potions class. I got a good look at him, too.

He has his mother's eyes. Lily's.

I try to not look into that direction of the room, if I can help it.

Albus' confidence for the boy has grown.

Albus has constructed a plan that I shall be a deatheater.

Not a real one... a poser, if you will.

I shall lie in every way possible to be able to learn what the Dark Lord is planning.

Albus even told me.. When the point comes, I must kill him.

I'm willing to do so, for his – and everyone's sake.

But... Lily's son will die sooner more than later. Albus is just holding him until the right moment

For his death... Like cattle.

Lily's son and the Dark Lord share a mind.

He can peer into Harry's mind,

Harry can peer into the Dark Lord's.

I'm training him, opening his mind like a book. He needs to resist.

To make sure no one can stroll through his memories.

As much as we both hate it, we keep going.

He gets frustrated, takes me by surprise after I comment his father.

He saw what James did to me.

But only a peep. He mustn't know.

Because if he knows, then the Dark Lord has a chance of knowing.

Malfoy is the chosen one to do the Dark Lord's work.

I have sworn to protect him.

I can tell he doesn't want to do this... He's being pressured by his father.

I don't want to do this either, Malfoy, but life isn't fair.

Albus Dumbledore is dead

Killed by my wand.

I am the head of Hogwarts now. I am high-ranking in the Deatheaters now.

The words spread through the school like wildfire.

"Harry Potter is in Hogwarts! We're saved!"

If only they knew.

I called a meeting in the dining hall.

Harry was there... along with Dumbledore's army.

McGonagall had the nerve to protect the boy. I don't blame her.

Though, her blows were more powerful than I expected.

I deflected them to the sides, knocking out the twins... They wouldn't be able to hurt the students.

I escaped before anything else could come into play.

A war rages. I can tell, but I can't interfere. I can merely wait for the Dark Lord.

He comes in, with only two parts of his soul left.

He complains he doesn't fully control the elder wand.

It's because the wand only commands to the killer of the previous owner.

Me.

Before I can do anything, he slits my through and sics his snake onto me.

Again... and again... and again...

He leaves.

I expect to die alone... without anyone noticing or knowing the truth.

That's when Lily's boy comes in... with Ms. Granger and the youngest Weasley boy.

I see his eyes. His calm, gentle, green eyes.

They're not his eyes. They're Lily's.

The sight makes me cry. I can't control it anymore, and I don't care.

It's getting harder to breathe.

I tell them to take my tears... He collects them in a vile.

"You have your mothers eyes..."

The room around him fades. His face fades.

All I can see are her eyes.

I can't breathe. I can't remember anything.

God... I can't remember anything...

...Except that he had her eyes.