A/N: This is my first ever fanfic, so please please PLEASE review! be honest :)

Last Minutes

The Dark Lord called me back to his side in the Shrieking Shack. I never liked this place as a kid, and undoubtedly, he knew that. It was where Black and Lupin tried to kill me and where Potter saved my life. Now, I had to save his son.

"My Lord, I beg you will let me return. Let me find Potter." No doubt He'd see right through this; I know why he called me here. The wand; the wand of all wands would not work for him. All because he didn't kill Dumbledore, I did. The wand wouldn't work for me either, though. Draco Malfoy, the despicable kid I couldn't stand, is the wand's true master. He didn't kill Dumbledore but he disarmed him before I got there. Before I killed Dumbledore like we had agreed beforehand. Please don't do what you're about to do. Lily. She's the reason I can't die yet; I have to protect her son. Only he can kill the Dark Lord. If it weren't for him, I'd gladly accept the death Voldemort is sure to give.

I heard him hiss. Why? Surely he won't drag this out. He's cruel, doesn't even truly have a soul, but to have the snake kill me? I've been his most loyal, right-hand man for years; the spy, the famous spy that told him the prophecy. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…born as the seventh month dies." Harry Potter, son of the only woman I ever loved. He killed her and now he is going to kill me. Oh the things that go through your head when you're about to die. I could have cast a patronus strong enough to light the entire forest with the emotions, the pure happiness, running rampage through me. I would be with her soon. I'd gotten a message, ten years after she died, saying she wished things could have been different. Now, they could be. I saw the flash of Nagini's fangs before they sank into me neck. The Dark Lord turned his back and left. With my consciousness flickering, I saw green eyes and a shock of black hair. Does that kid ever watch out for his own skin? Such a Gryffindor. He's a Gryffindor that deserves to know the truth, though. With my last bit of strength I drew out the memories that I'd held onto all these years. "Take them." Shaking hands pushed a flask into Potter's hand. "Look at me." I wanted to see her eyes one last time; even if they are on James Potter's face.