A/N: I wrote this with IAdoreSnape. Please R&R! I promise I'll go work on my other stories once I'm done uploading this! I drew the cover and wrote chapter four. IAdoreSnape wrote chapter 1, 2, 3, & 5.
As I die, I think of Lily and Harry. Of course I was a fool to think I can face Voldemort without a wand.
For a split second, I wonder which one of my secret keepers sold me out to Voldemort. I immediately clear my head of this thought. I trust my friends. They would rather die than betray me.
The Marauders. Only Sirius could have suggested such a name for our group. Remus of course disapproved of the name but loved a little too much to say else. Peter, well, kind of was just grateful to be a part of the group.
As I recall my Hogwarts memories, Snivellus and his greasy hair remind me of particularly unpleasant time. Although hexing him was fun, it broke Sirius's heart when I told him we couldn't hex him because I fancy Lily. I am not exactly proud of the incident near the lake when I hung him in air. Merlin's beard! I'm so grateful Lily forgave me eventually.
All the good times I had at hogwarts pass in front of my eyes, the fun we had in our dorms, me acting stupid in front of Lily, and Quidditch! The only thing I lived for. How I miss the adrenaline in my veins.
Mcgonagall always gave me biscuits. "Have a biscuit, Potter." looking sternly at me in detentions. She will miss me, won't she?
Lily. Our wedding. I want to reach out my hand to pull her close and plant a kiss on her lips. I realised I'm dead.
… And a little bit of light was gone.