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He felt a pain wash his body, and he knew this was it. After everything, even watching Dumbledore die, he was dying. It was bound to come to this, his ending coming from Voldemort, and here he was, paying for everything he'd done. Paying for everything he'd put Potter through, and for every other despicable deed he'd done as a Death Eater.

Still, as his body was destroying him, all he could possibly think about was Lily, his first and only true love. The eyes she shared with Harry, the eyes that had seemingly haunted him for the past however many years. He could still remember her from when he'd grown up with her, remembering the pain he'd felt watching her with James Potter.

Harry Potter wasn't James Potter. He was Harry Potter, son of Lily and James. Even though he was arrogant and stupid, there was still so many parts of him that were like Lily. He wasn't any James Potter, he didn't have it the same way. He wasn't Draco Malfoy either, he was no Prince. He tried, and kept trying, and Snape had started to understand him and the last year. Maybe even Potter would realize he was doing everything for his mother's sake, for his sake. He was Lily's son, the son of his first and only love. He'd done so much for Lily, and this was it. Maybe he would be able to see her in the next life, maybe he would try to explain to her.

His time in the world was coming to a close now, maybe only seconds left. He could see the battle waging out from even the corner of his eyes. He geared himself for that last second, that final piece of the puzzle. His purpose had been fulfilled, he had finished the only important thing he'd ever done. Severus had made his mark on the only thing he cared about, and that was enough for him.

It was enough.

Thanks for reading, it means a lot. This is my first Fan Fiction. I just love Snape, so this is a one shot I really wanted to do. ;)