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A/N: This is about Severus Snape's happiest moment.

I lay here, in pain. It hurts so much. Nagini really got a bite of me. The blood is gushing out, and I don't know what to do. I am growing weaker, and I try to stop the blood, but I can't. I will be dead in a very short time.

I see Harry Potter, all of a sudden. He must have the Invisibility Cloak, because he appears so suddenly. It is good that he has come. I look at his eye, but I don't see them as his eyes. They are Lily's eyes.

Lily Evans: the girl of my dreams; my one and only true love. I still love her, and I regret that I caused her death. I have never been happier than with her.

I remember the day I told her that she was a witch. I did because I knew she would become my friend. I wanted her to like me, because as soon as I saw her, I knew she would be the one for me. Those beautiful, green eyes captured my attention, and every time I saw them, I fell in love again, and again, and again.

I remember how they would glisten in the sun, and how they would look, when there was that gleam of happiness in them. When she would get a good grade in potions, her eyes would smile, but the rest of her face would stay neutral, because she didn't want to gloat about it. She was always so modest.

I remember how her whole face would light up, when we would spend free periods on the grounds, just sitting there, talking.

I remember how happy she was when I would tell her what was bothering me, because it meant that I trusted her. She knew how hard it was for me to speak about my deepest thoughts and feelings, so when I shared them, she was extremely happy.

I remember how her face would go from bright and happy when we were hanging out, to dark and sulky when the Mauraders would interrupt our time. I remember how happy that would make me, because it made her hate for James even more apparent.

I remember all of these times, and more. There are so many good memories from our childhood, and those memories are the happiest times of my life.

The pain comes searing back, bringing me back to now. It reminds me that these eyes don't belong to Lily, and that they belong to Harry, her son.

I realize I have to give Harry the memories of us, and the memory of Dumbledore and I discussing his death.

I struggle, but manage to get out a few words, "Take…it…take…it…"

I pull the memories out, and he catches them in a flask.

As I die, I want to see Lily Evans' eyes, so I barely whisper, "Look…at…me…" I stare into those amazing, green eyes, and then I am no more.

A/N: So what do you guys think? I know my eyes are welling up in tears.

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