Aaron Tymore sneered at Scorpius, his wand jabbed at his neck.
“Any last words, traitor?” Aaron Tymore’s sneer quickly turned into a fiery glower, then a look of pure hatred and rage: the look of a madman. Scorpius stared him right in the eyes, unflinching.
The only person with regrets is the dying one who hasn’t lived.
He remembered her saying that, or rather reading it to him from her book. She had underlined it with blue ballpoint pen and highlighted it, too. She loved that line, but he had never really understood it. Now he did.
He had lived. Really lived. Not for a particularly long time, but he knew all the same, his life had been full of worthwhile and meaningful things. He was dying, but he had lived.
He smiled a bit, and laughed, causing Aaron to push the wand a little further into his neck.
“What’s so funny? You’re about to die, and her-” Aaron gestured to Rose, “... her poor little heart is about to break.” Scorpius didn’t stop smiling. Aaron’s face was filled with even more anger and hatred, “I’m going to kill you,” he growled, “Don’t you understand that?” Scorpius smirked his annoying half-grin.
“Go ahead,” he whispered defiantly, “I’ve made my peace.”
