HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

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Spoiler, the fragments written before are not necessarily related to the main text. It depends on the last moment of personal understanding of life. Snape stared at the big snake protected by the Dark Lord as Dumbledore expected, and recalled the last entrustment left by the old man .

It looked like that would be a promise that would never be fulfilled.

He thought of the power of love that Dumbledore had said, and he couldn't help but feel a little ironic—there were only two loves in his life, and Lily was killed by him, and...he was even killed by him.

When he realized his feelings for Mr. Headmaster, Snape always vaguely read similar love from the eyes of the old man looking at him.

But that was mostly an illusion, Snape thought.He loves Dumbledore, respects him, follows him, lives for him, and dies for him.The old man was more than a lover to him, he was his mentor, his lighthouse, his god, a feeling mixed with faith and love that had tormented him for a long time a year ago.

But that's all in the past.The Dark Lord's hissing voice to Nagini's orders sounded in his ears, and a faint light shone in the depths of Snape's black pupils.If death were an adventure, he would follow the one the old man trod on out of a million roads, and this time, he would not get lost again.

For a moment, it seemed that all the pain in the chest became blurred and indistinct, and the sound of the Dark Lord stepping on the wooden board gradually faded away.

Snape stared blankly at the cramped ceiling, still thinking about his own thoughts.If Dumbledore really loved him--he hadn't even dared to think so before--it was probably like the wind kissing the ground.Mr. Principal’s love is always big and broad, filling up the heart of the old man’s divine body with the weak human feelings remaining, leaving only a little bit for... for him, just like the love of the gods dusty.

But that didn't matter, just as Dumbledore would never have known that someone had hidden his emotions with great restraint, keeping him at the top of his heart, like a treasure.

Snape heard the rustling sound, and Potter's face appeared before his eyes.He suddenly recalled Dumbledore's entrustment, and the fire of life that was about to collapse seemed to be injected with a little vitality.

"Take it... take it..." He struggled to force out the memories he wanted Potter to see, including his feelings for Lily... There was no way the boy would believe that Snape would help him—in After he witnessed that person's death...

Snape had almost used up the last of his energy.He finally stared at Potter for a long time, looked at those eyes, and struggled to make a fragmented voice out of his broken throat: "Look... look... I..."

—Hopefully that would make Potter willing to look at those memories.

The last thought flashed through his mind, and the light in his dark eyes died silently.