Ten years later and I can still remember the look on his face. His eyes wide in panic as the venom quickly seeped into his bloodstream.
It's true, I never liked him much. He was cold, demanding and cruel. He hated me from the moment that we met.
And yet he reached out for me. In his very last moments of life, he called for me to come closer so he could give me his memories: the very last pieces to the puzzle that would lead to Voldemort's downfall.
I will never forget that moment. Watching him lie there, so…helpless.