After the War. (Harry Potter short stories)

Snape's last thought

People think that dying happens quickly. It doesn't.

When Voldemort left me to die, it was horrible. Potter and his friends came. I couldn't tell them my thanks like I would have wanted to. He took my tears, and when he thought I was dead he left for the pensive.

I wasn't dead.

My brain was screaming, I was trying to say something, but it didn't work.

I stayed paralyzed, I couldn't even open my eyes.

I was awake.

But barely.

I kept crying, as something weird happened.

It was like a dream, like- a movie- of my life.

It skipped most parts, the best and worse parts stood out. I cried at most. But there were a few...

That were good.

When Lily and I were talking under a tree.

When I finally shot back at James with a hex.

When I saved Harry... Multiple times.

I suddenly opened my eyes.

"I did alright" I whispered to myself.

"I did alright..."

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I'm sorry!

I know it's sad... But also kind of happy! .... Right?

Maybe this will be a series, 'someone's last thoughts'

I dunno.

See you soon!