patolozka | Drabble: Elementary

Title: Elementary

Fandom: Harry Potter, snarry

Author: Patolozka

Beta-read: Suite Samba

Word Count: 200

Challenge: Written for snarry100 prompt 399: Enough

Rating(s): M

Disclamer: Don't own the characters. No profit is being made from this story.

Summary: There was a moment in the Final Battle when Severus thought he could die. Harry Potter didn´t think so...

A/N: Sorry, I´m a bit out of inspiration, so it´s silly I fear...

ooOoo

“You are a dead man!” Voldemort yelled furiously and trained his Elder wand on him.

“Dead man,” Severus echoed contemplatively, slowly testing the words on his tongue, and then turning around to face the Dark Lord. “I was a dead man all these years, my lord,” he answered calmly as if they were just speaking about the weather outside.

Voldemort´s red eyes widened with impudence. “I´ll kill you, traitor!”

“I know...” Severus looked dismissively on his snake-like form and waited for the end.

And then... someone moved in front of him, someone gently touched his arm and obstructed his view of the Dark Lord. A man with black hair sticking out in all directions, with wide shoulders and straight back, with green eyes so often glowing with passion, but now as cold as ice. Harry Potter, the boy no more...

“Enough!” he exclaimed clearly, his wand firmly in his right hand. “Severus is mine and what is mine I´ll keep.”

Severus could see it now - there was the saviour of the wizarding world standing in front of him. And in that simple moment he realized that Tom Riddle’s days were numbered.

Because Harry had his Severus and Severus had... Harry.