Very short one-shot fic
To Die in Your Arms
During the summer of 1998 Harry Potter had managed to complete his task. He had vanquished Lord Voldemort freeing not only the wizarding world, but perhaps Europe as a whole from the realm of darkness that was approaching them, and would have consumed society if the Dark Lord had been victorious. Only one thing remained and Harry would accomplish that too. Mortally wounded he Apparated in Spinner's End, in front of Severus Snape's house. Where did he find the strength to get there he would never know, but with his last ounces of life he arrived at the place and knocked on the door.
Severus Snape opened the door in an angry mood, not expecting anyone. He was surprised when he saw his visitor. He stared in shock at the disheveled boy that could barely hold his body on foot. There were no glasses covering the once bright green eyes that were losing their shine. The wizard robes were tattered, and ragged, stained with fresh blood that was obviously the boy's. A string of blood came from the boy's lips and Harry collapsed, being held all of a sudden by the wizard that had always hated him.
The Potions master carried the dying boy in a hurry and placed him on the living room's carpet, quickly heading to look for potions to try and save the boy's life, knowing very well that everything he tried would be in vain. He came with some potions and started to close gashes everywhere in the boy's body, but the extreme loss of blood was fairly evident. Not even blood replenishing potions would save the boy at that point. In a quick analysis Severus was surprised that Harry could still be alive. Harry should have been dead already and had still managed to get there to him, but why?
The question was asked aloud: "Why did you come here, Potter? Why?"
The boy smiled in an angelical way that forboded his sealed fate as the man cradled his head in his right arm. "I... wanted... to make you... happy..."
"I do not understand! How would this make me happy?"
"I also... wanted... to die... happy..."
"Please, speak no more. I will try to save your life."
Harry shook his head, the angelical smile not leaving his trembling bloody lips, a pale aura surrounding him. Gaining strength that he shouldn't have had he continued speaking. "My father hurt you and you hated him with all your heart... You hated me all these years because you saw him in me... I am dying now so I wanted to please you by dying in your arms, and also please myself in this way... That way you will get your vengeance... against my father... I hope that this... will heal your soul finally... and you will be in peace..."
"Don't speak nonsense, Potter. This is..."
Harry's bloody fingers were placed on Severus' lips. "Please... call me... Harry... Just once..."
"Harry." Severus felt a knot in his throat as the boy smiled again after hearing his name being pronounced by the man that had always hated him. "I won't let you die."
"Too... late... for me... Please... Be happy..."
"Do you have any last wish, Harry?"
The boy's hand touched the man's face and with difficulty he nodded. "At some point... I started to care for you... I started to love you, Severus... I'm sorry I was never able to be yours, but... just a kiss... and your arms around me... will be enough... to die happy..."
Not knowing what to do the Potions master kissed the lips that tasted like blood, while cradling the dying boy in his arms. As Severus broke the kiss, Harry exhaled his last breath and went limp in the man's arms. For the first time in many years, Severus cried before saying: "I'm sorry."
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