My memories are held in the hands of the boy I both loved like a son and despised like I despised his real father. My life had been devoted to protecting him, and now my job is done.
I tried my hardest. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I had to. I had to protect him from Quirrel in first year, and from every villain he faced afterwards. It was my duty. My heart would've died long ago if I didn't have this last job to cling to.
He will win. He'll win and take down the twisted creature that had been my master for so long. The world will be liberated from his selfish, hypocritical hands. Bringing about an end to Halfbloods and Muggleborns, ha! The man was nothing but a Halfblood himself. Like I am. Like the boy is.
The boy has his mother's eyes, as cliché as that as. Those beautiful eyes were always full of hope and kindness. Her smile always reached those eyes and pulled up love from the deepest recesses of my vanishing soul. When I lost her, all I had to do was protect the one thing that meant that she wasn't a dream—her son, the one with those sweet emerald eyes.
Lily, I did my job. Your son stayed alive long enough to save the world, just like the prophecy said he would. I know I messed up my chance with you, and I promise I've regretted it since the moment that heartless word passed my lips. Since we were children, I knew. I knew that I loved you, and that I would continue to love you forever. I can only hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Of course, I know I'll never see you again. You are in heaven with your foul husband, and his mutts.
I'll be stuck in hell to burn until the end of time.