Pain. Pain was all he knew. There was no longer a shack. No Voldemort. No Nagini.Just the pain and the warmth of his life's blood
run from out of his throat. The hands that tried to staunch the flow were useless. His hands, so good ad potions and spells but not this
this one thing. Staring up at the ceiling and trying not choke on blood, nape saw Harry Potter and his friends, Ron and Hermione
materialize from under the invisibility cloak. A moment in which Snape's heart throbbed painfully at the sight of Potter's eyes so like
Lily's. That was the one positive thing Snape could say about Potter. Although, the fact that the face surrounding those eyes was of his
enemy James Potter, rather lessened it. Focusing on the task as hand, Snape, with supreme effort, grasped Potter's robes and pulled t
he boy close. He couldn't speak at first; Blood in the throat tended to impair one's speaking ability especially in combination with a
gaping neck wound. He tried again.
''Take ...it. Take... it.", he gasped.
The silvery strands that composed Snape's memories leaked out of him along with more blood. Hermione quickly conjured a flask to
hold the memories. As he focused on giving his memories to Potter, Snape could almost taste the irony at the fact that the very
memories he would have died keeping from Potter, were the exact ones he was giving to the boy as he, Snape, lay dying. After the
flask was filled. Snape felt himself weaken immensely. The strain of cling to life and giving his memories took their toll. His grip weaken
and his felt himself slipping away. He needed to see Lily's eyes one more time.
"Look at me..." he whispered.
As he met Harry's gaze, Snape could swear he saw Lily smiling at him again like she had so many years ago. He knew that Lily wasn't
really there but it was alright to pretend, at least for a moment. He felt something shatter inside and he knew he was no longer a broken
man, because like that Muggle song he once heard, In her eyes, he was complete.