I don't own Harry Potter. If I did I wouldn't be living in a crappy 2 bedroom flat that's a half step up from the Shrieking Shack;)
I'm sure the content of this drabble has been better done by others before me, but FWIW, I didn't steal the idea, even if it does exist elsewhere.
The Dying of the Light; No Redemption for the Half-Blood Prince
"Look at me"
Green eyes. Her beautiful green eyes. They shine with the reflected light of the smoky torches, as though purifying it.
'Lily! Lily!' The pain doesn't matter now. He doesn't feel it anymore. 'Lily!, Did I do well? Did I...?'
Something is wrong. Confusion and fear shine in the reflected green light of those boyish eyes.
'Lily?...'
Not Lily. Not Lily's eyes. A copy to mock him, set in the face of his tormentor. The face of the one who stole them.
Snivellus
'Lily! LILY! Are you there? Where are you? Are you anywhere?'
An echo of nothingness. Cold, so cold.
She's not there, there's nobody there. Only the darkness. The child who lived to haunt him with the bastardized copy of her eyes is fading with the last of the light. The beautiful shining light. The darkness washes over him. A last fleeting memory of rage and tears and betrayal and loss. Then nothing.
Fin