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Snape's view.

I do not own Harry Potter.

Credit to J. K. Rowling.

I couldn't believe what happened to me. Nagini attacked me on his orders. How did I not see this coming? How did I think I could kill Dumbledore and not have a consequence to those actions? I thought I was safe from harm if I looked like I was on his side and yet here I am, staring at the aftermath of my death.

My body is full of blood. I just stare, feeling weird that I'm here and there at the same time. I can still see the stains my tears made. I hope they help Harry understand what I've done for him. I may have been mean but I had a reason for it all. Maybe I should have been a bit nicer so he'll understand more but I wasn't and that will probably leave him in more confusion rather than feeling helped.

I away and look out the Shrieking Shack windows. I could see the castle from here and it looked beautiful. I'm going to miss this place. I'm going to miss everything about life.

My ears start to ring and I hear the voice of the man who killed me. Listening to what he's proposing is complete rubbish. To think that Harry will come to him in the Forrest to sacrifice himself? Dumbledore already thought this but do any of us really think he will die for others?

I think. "Of course he will. He's his mothers son."

I'm not really sure what to do now. But then I wasn't in the house anymore. I was now in Dumbledores office. I look up and see his smiling face from the painting above his old chair, staring at me.

"You can see me?"

He nods. "That I can Severus. You have done well."

"Did you know sir?"

"Did I know the Elder wand wouldn't work?" He nods. "I did."

"But why..."

"Didn't I tell you?" I nod. A bit angry. "I knew you would change your mind if you knew. And this was crucial to help win this war."

"Secrecy is what gets you into messes Dumbledore. Not telling Harry what he needs to do now and letting him believe things for so long will hurt the boy more than you think." Just as I said that, the door opens.

Harry walks in and looks up at Dumbledores picture. When I turn around he's asleep. I just shake my head in aggravation. I turn back and watch as Harry holds the bottle of my tears and gets the Pensive.

I walk over and watch him dive his head into it and falls in. I stare at it and see as he goes through my memories. Trying not to get emotional as the day of Lily's death comes to view. Not to long later he comes out and sits on the steps that lead to Dumbledores desk. His face looked shocked, scared and mad all at the same time. I could not blame him. This was a lot to take in.

He then stands up after a while and walks out of the room. I follow him and watch him pull out a cloak and disappears under it. "I knew it." I say to myself. The front doors open, no one's there so I knew it was Harry leaving. I guess he's going to meet with Voldemort after all.

I walk all the way down to the bottom steps and watch as Longbottom caries in young Collin Creevey. Sadness comes to me. He was so young. Is it being harsh on myself that I feel half responsible for what's happened? I tried to protect everyone by becoming the new Headmaster but I clearly didn't do a great job.

I stand there for a long time. I wanted to walk into The Great Hall and see what was going on. But I couldn't bring myself to see the damage I helped make. So I decided not to do anything. I just sat on the steps and forced myself to think of something else. Anything else to feel better.

Then just like that I disappeared from the steps. When I came back I found myself in a familiar place. Where I was standing was a complete shock. My heart thumped against my chest so fast I could barely catch my breath.

I was standing in front of the Potter's old house in Godrics Hallow.