Title: No Chance
Fandom: Harry Potter, snarry
Beta-read: Suite Samba
Word Count: 384
Challenge: Written for adventdrabbles prompt 30: Snow covered mountains
Disclamer: Don't own the characters. No profit is being made from this story.
Summary: Severus Snape is thinking...
A/N: I think this is my last advent drabble for this year. Thank you all for the nice reviews, I enjoyed the time spent with you but now I´ll have to concentrate a bit on my own work and translations of course. Wishing you a happy new year!
It was night, the white snow was falling outside, covering all that human beings could see – green trees, steep mountains, festively decorated houses and streets. Severus was sitting in his chair, the flames in the fireplace were cheerfully flaring and he was holding his just awakened small son in his arms, thinking about the life he should never have had... Tonight was one of those nights – a time for reflecting.
“You know, Al,” Severus whispered, looking through his dark eyes into the green ones, “I shouldn´t love him. Of course not, it´s true. It´s not natural. He is too young, too beautiful, shining and brave and also foolish and naive, but who am I compared to him? Look at me,” he asked almost in a moan. But the toothless boy was only smiling at him, looking content and comfortable in his steady arms. “He fought evil, dragons, dementors, a basilisk and even himself...” Severus continued, ”and proved impossible things to the world, himself and me. He should have spent his time with people his age, not with a gloomy old bat, don´t you think?” His son´s forehead furrowed and the man sighed, pulling the black haired boy even closer, hugging him tightly, as if he himself needed to be held too. “I saved his life many times but he gave me mine, not only by killing the Dark Lord, but also by his caring, persistence and love.” Severus was looking down at the boy who was catching his thin fingers with his tiny ones, playing with them, green eyes so innocent and kind. They locked their stares for a while, Albus stopped playing and smiled. Then Severus nodded. “You are right, Al, there was no chance for me not to love him. Never.” Severus kissed the small forehead, his son was drifting into dreamland. “And he gave me you...” he whispered finally, looking through the window at the winter landscape as charming as if cut out right from fairy tales.
Harry tiptoed back to their bedroom, a huge smile forming on his face and tears of emotion in his eyes. He was a bit worried when he woke up and neither his husband nor his son were there. But now he was relieved. Severus was right, there was no chance. For him either...