I Don't own Harry Potter but I think today of all days Jo probably wont mind as we pay our respects to Alan and his amazing portrayal of our snarky Professor Severus Snape and his heart of gold
The snake struck and his life flashed before his very eyes.
He didn't even feel himself fall as the pain and poison flooded through his body.
The sound of blood rushing in his ears, he didn't even notice Voldemort's departure.
This isn't what he wanted. To die alone in this loathsome shack.
He remembered the other times he had been here. The first lead by Black only to come face to face with a werewolf ready to rip his throat out, the second trying to save the Potter brat from the very same demons that had tried to murder him, and now.
His body trembled. He could feel the poison burning in his veins, the blood seeping out from where the thrice damned snake had bitten him.
Wasn't the poison burning him a second ago? It didn't seem so all of a sudden. He felt cold now. Cold and alone. No difference on the rest of his life he supposed.
A pair of trainers caked in dirt appeared into his line of vision as did the body connected to it.
Potter! The boy had to know! Trying to speak he grabbed onto what he could of the boy. His memories, he had to take them! To know!
"Take... it... Take...it"
He stared into the boys eyes, letting go of everything inside himself. Trying to focus on what Dumbledore, the old fool, needed the boy to know.
Keeping focus of those emerald green eyes and everything they represented. His happiness, his promise, his love.
He was starting to weaken now, more than ever. But he wasn't cold now. Nor was he alone. He needed Harry to look at him, he needed to see Her eyes once more.
"Look... at... me..."
He knew now, it was time to go and see his Lily, finally after so long.