A/N: So I love the 'Harry Potter' series. Only recently did I realize that Severus Snape is an amazing person, so I thought I'd pay him a little tribute (did anybody else have their heart ripped out just a little when they saw his memory?). This is a short story. I hope you like my first 'Harry Potter' story, as I will most likely be writing more. Please rate and review! Without further ado, I give you 'Forever Remembered'.

{Rose Diamund}

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Forever Remembered

His breath was ragged. His thoughts were clouded as the pain seared his whole body. Crimson blood stained his neck and most of his upper chest. Hot, salty tears ran fervently down his face, and weakly his gestured to his face, "T-take them… take them…"

Harry Potter turned urgently to his friend, Hermione Granger, "Hermione a flask, anything."

Harry pressed the flask to Severus Snape's cheek, capturing a few tears.

Severus took in a sharp, painful breath and said as clearly as he was able, "Come closer, boy."

Harry, tears now staining his own face, leaned closer to his Professor.

Those eyes. It was almost unbearable for Severus even to look at them. Tears fell down his face harder, not for the pain, but for the memories. His voice was hardly a whisper as he said, breathlessly, "Y-you have your mother's eyes…" In one flash, Severus saw himself, holding Lily Potter's body close to his own. She had been so motionless. Her eyes closed lightly and her body languid. Soon he would be motionless, as she was. Soon the pain would go away. Soon he would see his beloved Lily once more.

Severus turned his head, the last movement he ever made.

"But what if I am put in Slytherin?" Harry's son asked. The two were standing on platform nine and three quarters, ready to board the train.

Almost.

Harry bent down so that he was face-to-face with his son. "Albus, Severus Potter. You were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin. And he was… the bravest man I ever knew."

"Really?"

Harry felt tears prick his eyes, but he held them back. "Really. But if you really do not want to be in Slytherin house, then you can choose. The sorting hat does take your opinion into account. Now, are you ready to go?"

Al nodded.

"Albus Potter." The teacher called.

Al walked up to the seat and sat on the stool as the sorting hat was place on his head.

"Ah, Harry Potter's son. You will be hard to place," The hat said.

In his head, Al kept repeating one single word: Slytherin. Slytherin.

"You are different from your father. I always thought he'd be good in Slytherin. As you wish… Slytherin!" The hat cried.

Al grinned and walked over to the Slytherin house table. He sat next to a blonde boy, "Hello," The boy said. "I'm Scorpious Malfoy."

"I'm…" Al stopped for a moment. Then he smiled, "Severus. Severus Potter."

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