"ONE THOUSAND POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" The shrill scream could be heard from the tops of the highest tower to the stone floor of the chamber of secrets. "What could have possibly come to pass to give you the inane notion that this was a good idea? Do you not have one single brain cell in that diminutive, obtuse, impermeable, thick-skulled, head of yours?" Snape continued on this line of phrase for a while before stopping to ask if he had anything to say for himself.
"I love you." It was all he could say, it was what he planned to say once the scathing remarks he knew where coming ceased. He expected them of course, after what he had done how could he not.
If the man in front of Harry Potter had been anyone but Severus Snape, Potions Master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, most feared man of aforementioned mastery in all of Britain, if not the world, he would have fell in a dead faint for the shock and joy that statement brought him. But it was Severus Snape in front the seventeen year old hero of the wizarding world, and he didn't even bat an eyelash. That is not to say that his feelings were not evident, but it would take waking up at five in the morning to his face for the last year before sneaking back to Gryffindor tower , scrutinizing him from across the great hall over every meal, dissecting every move he made when he heard news that effected him, to notice the effect the words had on him. He did notice, he saw the shock with the ever so slight jump in his shoulders, the joy in the suddenly dilated pupils, and when a glaze formed over his dark atramentous eyes, he knew Severus loved him too.
Meanwhile, back in the Great Hall
The glossy black statue stood in the centre of the Hall, undeniably ugly, yet the source of much joy throughout the wizarding world. Experts from all over the world had come to inspect it and they all concurred, Voldemorte was, once and for all defeated, locked forever in a tomb of bloodstone.
Harry Potter, The Boy Who Defied Severus Snape, had done it again, for the last year he had been trained by Severus in the delicate, and, if abused, deadly art of stone-forming. Much as the name suggests it is when a very powerful wizard concentrates his magic on summoning an amount of stone, bloodstone, though not far below us, has magically properties that make it the hardest to summon, but for the same reasons the only one capable of killing the dark lord.
Finding the stone is not hard, but stopping it from devouring you completely is tricky, and Harry was no where near ready to even try, or so Severus had decreed, but Voldemorte suddenly appearing in the middle of the Great Hall had spurred him into action. It had latched on to he-who-must-not-be-named, sucking every ounce of magic out of him and effectively, turning him to stone.
The inevitable precession that followed
"To Mister Harry Potter, I award, along with his Order of Merlin, one thousand points, to make up for the points that, somehow were misplaced, and two thousand points for the actual defeat of Voldemorte." Dumbledore finished amidst an uproar of applause as a fairly rumpled looking Harry Potter tried to untangle himself from the hand clutched onto his thigh. With a sigh, Severus reluctantly let him go, knowing he would come back.
Finis