This is the translation of another fic of mine which was originally written in Greek. I hope you like it and you should know that any kind of feedback (reviews, pm etc.) give a smile to my face.
Xxx Roula.
"I'm sorry" he heard Voldemort say just before he took Nagini of him. Severous knew that Lord Voldemort was never sorry for the lives he'd taken, especially if by taking a life he took hold of the Elder Wand's obedience. He was dying. He didn't find Harry. He didn't tell Harry what he must do. He failed. He did not protect her son. He wasn't there to.
He was dying and the last thing his eyes would really see would be the torn walls of the Shrieking Shack. What an irony. He would die in the same place James and his friends had once fun.
Then, Harry appeared from nowhere. One and only thought filled his mind, to fulfill his promise. He moved his hand from his wounds and grapping Harry he pulled him to where he stood.
"Take it… take it… " he managed to utter. Thankfully the boy understood and collected his memories.
Now he was dying and he had the chance to see, once again, the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever seen. He had the chance to see his Lily.
"Look… at… me… " he mouthed with all the power he had left. Yes. It was her eyes, her look. It was the beauty of his life. It was his life. Muggles say that seconds before you die you see your whole life before your eyes. That second he was sure they were right. He was seeing his life before him, he was seeing Lily.
The last thing he saw was the brightness of brilliant green eyes.
He had given his life to Lily and afterwards to protect her son and they returned the favor by giving him the most wonderful of gifts. The chance to gaze into what he thought he would not gaze again. The beautiful eyes of his life. His beautiful flower, his Lily.