Here you go, another of my fabulous oneshots. Thanks to Fantasyfan4ever for the suggestion. So enjoy, and review!
Pain. The first thing my mind registered was the pain. Who would have imagined that I would die this way? It hadn't exactly been my first choice. I heard nothing but my own horrid screams as the fangs penetrated my skin. I could not escape it. I fell to the floor. Too much... pain. But I had to find Potter, had to let him know what lay ahead for him. It was my final duty. The Dark Lord's cold voice interrupted my thouughts.
"I regret it." There was no regret in his voice. But of course he was lying. He took his serpant, his weapon, and left me staring at the ruined shack where I would surely die. I'd escaped my death here once before when I'd been at Hogwarts, and now I was here once more. But there was no enemy of mine who would save me now. I needed to find the son of Potter, find him and give him my explanation. I hoped that he would come, as much as I couldn't stand him. He was a constant reminder of my own idiocy, of the numerous mistakes I'd made. If only it hadn't been James who had been with Lily. As if a man like me deserved her either way. I had never deserved her even as a friend. What had I expected, exactly? A fariytale ending with the woman of my dreams? I would never have a happy ending. I would never have Lily.
He came running up the stairs, sensing the urgency of our meeting. I siezed his robes, yanking him to me, discarding my memories as quickly as a man in my state could have. I begged him to take them, take all of them, watch them before he ran off to face his rival. He took them, as much as he must have loathed me, and bottled them. I suppose I'd earned his hatred over the years. I hoped that he could forgive me after seeing what I had been through for him. For Lily. If he did not... at least I'd tried.
I felt my life force slipping away from me. This house of wolves was the last thing I was going to see. But I wanted to see eyes. Her eyes. I silently pleaded that Potter could at least be merciful when I was on my deathbed. This was, after all, the only thing I'd ever ask of him, and most certainly the last thing I would ever ask. "Look... at... me..."
I found his eyes. I saw emeralds in the nothingness, dazzling, lighting the horizon that, for me, had been black for so long. I was drifting away into the brilliant spark in them. I hope you can forgive me. I gave my life for you. I kept him safe. And if we shall meet after the cold oblivion that is death, I prey that you may understand my mistakes, and that you find it in your heart to love me as you once did... Lily...