Originally Posted by Connie

After he watched Snape’s memories Harry raised his head from the Pensieve. As his short life flashed before him, the strength in every ounce of muscle in his body seemed to ebb away from him, and he sank slowly to the floor. His heart was pounding so hard he could feel each beat explode in all the pressure points of his body. The silence was deafening. Not a single portrait of past Headmasters of Hogwarts uttered a word or made any sound. He could have heard a pin drop, was it not for his heart pounding so hard. He could hear each beat scream out the injustice of living so short a time to give up living and seize death without a fight.