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The Last Moments of Severus Snape
2 ReviewsAs the title says, it's the last moments of Severus Snape.
The Last Moments of Severus Snape
I lay dying, blood pooling around me.
Reflecting on my life.
Where it all went wrong.
If I hadn't called her a mudblood when she was only trying to help,
If I hadn't turned to the dark,
I could have married her and her child that looks so much like him, would be mine.
Maybe that's why I can never look into his forest green eyes without wanting to scream.
I can feel my blood soaking into my robes,
The burning snake venom coursing through my veins.
How I wish I could have killed that beast, instead she got to me first.
Her child is leaning over me now,
Hands pressing against my wounds.
I only wish I could have protected him from seeing this, he's seen enough death.
But I know he'll see more.
With the last remaining strength I have, I reach into a pocket and hand him an empty vile.
His green eyes stare desperately at me, trying to understand.
I'm sorry Lily
I wasn't able to protect him
Now my strands of memories are being released, he begins collecting them.
Reaching up I touch his nose, her nose.
Delicate as a paper flower.
He's crying, but I know it's her trying to tell me something.
I'm almost afraid to ask.
Like a child seeking comfort.
Choking on the bitter copper, I gurgle my last request:
"Look at me"
Her eyes stare back at me.
They understand.
She forgives me.
I lay dying, blood pooling around me.
Reflecting on my life.
Where it all went wrong.
If I hadn't called her a mudblood when she was only trying to help,
If I hadn't turned to the dark,
I could have married her and her child that looks so much like him, would be mine.
Maybe that's why I can never look into his forest green eyes without wanting to scream.
I can feel my blood soaking into my robes,
The burning snake venom coursing through my veins.
How I wish I could have killed that beast, instead she got to me first.
Her child is leaning over me now,
Hands pressing against my wounds.
I only wish I could have protected him from seeing this, he's seen enough death.
But I know he'll see more.
With the last remaining strength I have, I reach into a pocket and hand him an empty vile.
His green eyes stare desperately at me, trying to understand.
I'm sorry Lily
I wasn't able to protect him
Now my strands of memories are being released, he begins collecting them.
Reaching up I touch his nose, her nose.
Delicate as a paper flower.
He's crying, but I know it's her trying to tell me something.
I'm almost afraid to ask.
Like a child seeking comfort.
Choking on the bitter copper, I gurgle my last request:
"Look at me"
Her eyes stare back at me.
They understand.
She forgives me.
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