The Happiest

The only thing anyone can truly hope for is to die happy.

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A Harry Potter drabble by

Electric Risk

Love.

He snorted at the concept. Love. Love had done nothing for him. Love dealt him a life of pain and regret. Love gained him nothing –but it sucked the very life from him.

Love took control over his life; he hadn't had any say for years. And love gave him in return anger, heartache, betrayal, and a snake striking his neck a fetal blow.

Yet somehow, he knew, somehow love gave him retribution; all the strife suddenly seemed worth it.

He felt this wholly, gazing into the lovely green eyes of Lilly Evans as the last wisps of life left him in a breath. He knew her eyes with the familiarity of a lover who'd spent many an hour gazing discreetly into them. And it gave him peace to think that perhaps her eyes regarded his in the same manner. He had naught but the strength to bask in the fact that she finally returned to him. For a man who'd lived a life as tumultuous as his, his death –however violent, bloody, and unexpected- had a sense of peace.

A pale man in black lay alone in the dark and silent Shrieking Shack, his neck so damaged his head may as well be severed from his body. A deep pool of his own blood sat thickly around him, a trail protruding from it left by the snake that had inflicted the wound. His arm stretched by his head, a wand still clutched tightly in his cold fingers. All the tell-tale signs of a struggle; a gruesome murder.

Yet for all the gore and circumstance, the pale face and dark cloudy eyes had not looked so peaceful in years and a smile so few had ever seen held his lips in a permanent trance –preserved forever in death.

In dying, Severus Snape found the happiest moment of his life.

::AN:: God. Did anyone else lapse into a period of manic depression after Snape snuffed it? My therapist was in raptures at all the extra appointments; money in her pocket and whatnot. Anyway, I had to pay a little homage to my beloved (ultra-fangirl love, no less) Potions Master. He's so dark and angsty. I live off of angst. -absorbs-

If you didn't infer it, the eyes he was actually staring into were Harry's, but I mean -the guy was practically dead! Of course he'd want to think about the love of his life in his final moments! If nothing else, Snape deserved to be happy (if slightly deluded) when he died.

So please tell me what you think of my first little stab at the HP fandom!

Love, affection, and angsty goodness,

-ER-