The order sent a shocked Snape to the ground and in moments he felt the bite pour blood. There was no way to save him from the massive blood loss he was already feeling as it dampened his robes. If he would have been able to speak clearly he would have let out a cold, ironic tone saying how unexpected this was. Yes, Severus figured it was only a matter of time. Once Dumbledore's plan of the wand had went astray he knew a great downfall would follow after him. He had been ready for this moment since he became Dumbledore's confidant; no, not a confidant. He was something more than that. Loyal friend. If the white bearded twinkle eyed man could hear him now he would be giving him a smile saying not to be foolish for doubting their relationship. No sooner than this thought progressed there stood someone who then kneeled beside him.
The untidy hair, the glasses, the scar. Harry Potter. He thought with some form of affection he never chose nor would ever choose to show. "Take…it…Take…it…" He said with much effort his voice hoarse. He watched Harry now with a flask in his hand doing as he was told and stayed silent until the task was done. Soon he would see it all. After years of being hated Harry would understand. He would see his mother and him. See the past he kept secret and shrouded in mystery, and that Severus Snape was still the same nine year old boy whom Lily spoke with in the afternoons away from the others. His grip was tight on the boy's robes. He wanted it to stay that way but he was growing weaker. Slowly it loosened with every second passing. "Look…at…me…" He said softly, almost inaudibly. The boy's face showed a look of confusion but something overrode it, loss. Snape's dark eyes stayed focused into Harry's warm green. The eyes that bound him. They were the very same which he vowed to always remain faithful, loyal…Lily's, but the owner of these green orbs were now and would always be in his last moments of the Boy Who Lived.