I just found out Alan Rickman died and I'm overwhelmed with emotions. I had to write something. Very short.
Sorry about grammar.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.
"Look … at … me…" he whispered.
There they were. Potter's eyes, her eyes. Perfect green eyes of one and only Lily Potter. In this moment he was happy. There was no pain, anger or fear. Then it all went away and so did he.
He thought death was the end. When Lily died he thought about it a lot.
"What happened to her?"
"Where is she now?"
"Is she safe?"
He haven't allowed himself to think about the afterlife, to have hope. Even if it would be true, he will never see her, for sure. She would never be in a same place as him. He was not a good person and he knew it.
However, he was not scared of death. He had nothing left in this world, it would only get better.
When he woke up, she was there.
Her beauty haven't faded.
Her gorgeous ginger hair.
Her deep green eyes.
Eyes of Death, oh gracious Death.
R.I.P. Alan Rickman