Ficlet (challenge #149): As I Lay
Title: As I Lay
Summary: Severus's last few moments. Written for the prompt "It was a dark and stormy night", and in memory of Alan Rickman.
Characters/Pairings: Severus Snape, with cameos by the Golden Trio
Genre: General
Rating/Warnings: G
Medium: Ficlet
Word Count: 264
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: Sure
If yes, your Tumblr username: N/A
It was a dark and stormy night. Well, it should have been.
It's amazing how many thoughts swirl in your mind (and the quality thereof) when you're dying. Which I clearly was, due to Nagini's tender ministrations. Time seems almost to dilate, as if you're on the edge of a black hole's event horizon, stretching thinner and thinner into infinity.
Voldemort had left some time ago (milliseconds? hours? did it matter?) and the Golden Trio hovered before me in their incessant halo of heroic valor. I could see Harry's eyes - Lily's eyes - and a great gush of need welled up out of me like blood. He had to know. Those eyes had to forgive me my transgressions, to know the depths of my sacrifice.
Selfish, I suppose. But when you're dying, it turns out you cease to care about such trivial matters. Convenient, really.
The memories spooled from me like a web and I realized vaguely that Harry didn't know what to do with them, wasn't prepared to catch them. That was James's son for you. If I had the strength to arch a supercilious eyebrow, I would have.
But, ah! There was Hermione to the rescue with a flask to gather the delicate stream of memories. She knew what it was, quick-thinking, brave Gryffindor girl. My heart gave a sudden squeeze at the uncanny similarities between them, her and Lily.
Ah, Lily.
Lily's eyes were looking down at me now, filling my event horizon full, green as spring and new beginnings.
I will love you forever, Lily. Forever and ever. Amen.
14 points
Summary: Severus's last few moments. Written for the prompt "It was a dark and stormy night", and in memory of Alan Rickman.
Characters/Pairings: Severus Snape, with cameos by the Golden Trio
Genre: General
Rating/Warnings: G
Medium: Ficlet
Word Count: 264
Can the Order post to Tumblr?: Sure
If yes, your Tumblr username: N/A
It was a dark and stormy night. Well, it should have been.
It's amazing how many thoughts swirl in your mind (and the quality thereof) when you're dying. Which I clearly was, due to Nagini's tender ministrations. Time seems almost to dilate, as if you're on the edge of a black hole's event horizon, stretching thinner and thinner into infinity.
Voldemort had left some time ago (milliseconds? hours? did it matter?) and the Golden Trio hovered before me in their incessant halo of heroic valor. I could see Harry's eyes - Lily's eyes - and a great gush of need welled up out of me like blood. He had to know. Those eyes had to forgive me my transgressions, to know the depths of my sacrifice.
Selfish, I suppose. But when you're dying, it turns out you cease to care about such trivial matters. Convenient, really.
The memories spooled from me like a web and I realized vaguely that Harry didn't know what to do with them, wasn't prepared to catch them. That was James's son for you. If I had the strength to arch a supercilious eyebrow, I would have.
But, ah! There was Hermione to the rescue with a flask to gather the delicate stream of memories. She knew what it was, quick-thinking, brave Gryffindor girl. My heart gave a sudden squeeze at the uncanny similarities between them, her and Lily.
Ah, Lily.
Lily's eyes were looking down at me now, filling my event horizon full, green as spring and new beginnings.
I will love you forever, Lily. Forever and ever. Amen.
14 points