I was dying, and I knew it. I was actually quite content this way.
Just then, Harry Potter appeared in front of me. Not quite sure if it was a dream, I poured my silver memories out onto the cold stone floor.
"Look at me..." I whispered with my last breath.
Harry Potter looked at me, and I stared into her deep green eyes. That was my last thought. I thought of her.
As my dying lungs failed, I thought one final word.
Always.