Harry ran across Hogwarts' grounds, weaving between the fighters, dodging the deadly curses and jumping over the fallen to reach his beloved. The same man who was currently facing Voldemort in what would be known in future as 'the last stand'. Harry was drawing every nearer when he heard the shrill cry from the sin of a man known as the Dark Lord.

"You can't protect your fool of a lover for ever Potter, today will be the day he dies!"

As the bright green light left the midnight black wand, Harry screamed, however he did not scream 'no' or any such uselessness, but an ancient charm designed to protect loved ones with the casters very soul.

A brilliant silver light formed a circle around the dark haired man called Severus Snape. The Dark Lord stood there in a shocked state as he watched the purest of magic shine brighter and brighter the more curses and hexes he threw at it.

"Voldemort!" Harry yelled, it was time to finish the war.

They fought for almost an hour, the silver soul ring protecting its mate from stray and intended harmful spells, despite the massive amounts of power it takes to hold it up. Eventually, the last blow was landed in the form of a curse from Merlin's time, one almost lost to the ages. This was classed as the darkest form of magic, but it is well known it is not the magic itself, but the intent behind it. The spell works much like the dementors kiss, ripping the soul from the body, but instead of it being used to feed the soulless creature, it was utterly destroyed, and instead of an emotionless, thoughtless body, the empty shell was burned away into dust.

Only once the greatest threat to the world was gone did Harry feel it safe to remove the silver ring. He approached Severus slowly, limping. When he reached his love, he lifted his hand and kissed a silver ring there.

"And now it means eternal protection." He said before he was drawn into a long, loving embrace.