Snape's Dying Thoughts
SPOILER: Book 7
RATING: T
WARNING: Character death
I had never actually hated Harry Potter.
All the times I had to bully him, I felt remorse. Not only did I have to cause this child unnecessary anger and humiliation, I had to do it for Lord Voldemort. The only reason I tolerated this was because I wanted You-Know-Who to die. Finally leave Harry, his friends and the rest of the wizarding world alone. But had I known that Harry would have to die so that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named could die, I would not have permitted it. But I have to let him.
I have always loved Harry, because of her mother. Lily was my guardian angel after she died. Every day I feel gratitude towards her. I am looking after her son. Although he doesn't know it, I am, with all my might. After Harry was born, I made up with James. He is not my greatest friend, and never would have been. Our past makes it too difficult. I don't think I'll ever forgive him completely. But I do my best. Harry is the son of James.
It hurt me ever so much every time I had to intimidate Harry, make him even more miserable than he already was. But I had to do what had to be done. Had I not done this, the Dark Lord would have never trusted me. Harry would have never lived to this day. All the times I protected him, and that he thought I was planning to kill him, such as in first year. I will forever regret it.
I am now dying. The Dark Lord is rising up. I want to see Harry for a last time. I tell him to collect my thoughts. Maybe now he will understand all I ever did for him. That I truly loved him, as if he was my son. I tell him to look at me. He looks up; his green eyes are filled with anger, confusion and pity. Then I see him smile, a reassuring smile. I close my eyes, forevermore.