My Lily
This was going to have to come sometime. But why now? Potter will never have known anything and this will all have been in vain. Lily's only son would fail; the fate of the Wizarding world lay on my shoulders and now, well, no one will ever know. The cut on my neck is deep and I am losing more and more blood by the minute. I am on the floor of the Shrieking Shack; I don't want to wait for death to come but I supposed I'd have to.
It's ironic; I could have died her years ago, if that moronic arrogant swine of James Potter hadn't intervened. I am quite thankful so I could protect her son. And his. His face fills me with anger, I don't want to be wasting my last thoughts on him so instead I think of Lily, beautiful Lily Evans. Her long ginger hair that flowed to her waist. Her vibrant green eyes that I got lost in so easily. Potter has those eyes. Harry Potter. He isn't that bad, arrogant yes, but he means well, anyway why should I care about him?!
Speak of the devil, he walks in. A twang of anger comes to me, his alikeness to James is so strong, but I must help him, he's not James. And I'm not doing it for Harry or James; I'm doing it for Lily, for my Lily! I see him, cuts on his face but all I can notice is Lily's eyes! I need tears. I think of Lily's dead, limp body lay there, with nothing I can do! The warm drop falls down my face; this is the first since her death! I've tried not to think of it but now it's impossible. I grab Potter's cape, bring him closer.
With much struggle, the air struggling to get up to my throat I gasp, "Take… it… Take… it…"
He understands. The Granger girl makes a flask from thin air and shoves it into Potter's hand. He takes the substance of my memories. My memories that must to be taken to the Pensive, so he'd find out the truth. The truth that has been my life. The truth of why I killed Dumbledore, the truth that I was always on his side, Dumbledore's side, Lily's side.
I am going to be dead any minute. I look into his eyes, his green eyes that are just like the Lily's eyes. The eyes that I loved, that I still love. My Lily's eyes. I will always love her no matter what!
"Look… at… me…" I manage to croak, the blood clogging my airways making it difficult to breathe, the blood pouring from my neck at an alarmingly fast rate. He turns his head so I am looking into the pupil that swims in green. I know this is my last breath. The blood is nearly gone from my body completely. I breathe in then everything goes, the room disappears, I'm not in the Shrieking Shack anymore.
It's reformed into a meadow. The meadow Lily and I spent many dies in our youth. The lily flowers are all around me, but not my Lily. I hear a cry. A cry of joy. I see Lily, my Lily, running up. She's my age her red hair falling behind her, her green eyes. She's not changed at all! She's as stunning as ever! She hugs me.
"You've been so brave Sev. I'm sorry. Thank you!" she whispers into my ear.
I'm back now. Everything is ok because it's just Lily and I.
My Lily.