“Take it…take it…”
Snape struggled to give Harry the memories that explained what had happened, why he had had to do what he did. He held on as tightly as he could, trying to filter into Harry just how important it was for him to see them. Snape felt himself drifting. He knew that he was about to die, after all these years he would finally get his wish. For him, life had been fueled by the dream of Lily loving him as much as he did her. She had been his one true friend, and though she didn’t know it, his whole world. Severus knew that he wasn’t easily liked and that had only made him love her even more, because she had been his only chance. He had tried since the day that he had met her, done the best he could to get her to realize how much they were meant to be together, but than the day had come when his pride had gotten the better of him. The pain of the memory burned him, almost as much as when he saw James and Lily together, it didn’t compare, though, to the pain that he had felt when he found out that Lily was dead. That pain had been beyond imagining. It was as if the Crusio spell was being done directly onto his heart. It was...
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