This is my first Harry Potter story, and it's from Snake's point of view. It's also my first sad sort of story. It's from Professor Snape's point of view just as he was dying.
He'd never been a brave man. Never.
And now, now he was dead. Or as good as dead. He was dying.
A rustle of movement. Potter. It had to be Potter.
He'd never done something he was proud of. Nothing for anyone to be proud of. Especially not Lily.
He had loved her. Yet she had not returned his love. He'd never been worthy of that love, but that fool James had been.
He'd begged for her life. Pleaded for her life. Yet she was still gone.
Now her eyes were staring down at him, green and horrified. Shocked.
Her eyes.
She had been his friend. She had stood up for him when no one else had.
Realization dawned on him.
She didn't love him the way she loved James, and she never would have. They had a special bond.
She didn't love him the way she loved Harry. That would have been impossible.
He was prideful, arrogant, and blind. He was unworthy of Lilly's love. And yet, she still had shared it with him.
He was fading quickly.
He had strength enough for this,
Strength enough to share Lilly's love.
He could feel his memories leaving him
He looked at those eyes one more time.
As his strength failed him he whispered four words. "Take it…take it."
Continue Lilly's love.
He was gone.
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