Theme: #92: Revenge
Revenge is Best Served Cold
Summary: Snape, finally getting revenge on Harry.
Disclaimer: Don't Own Harry Potter.
Author's Note: Heh. Listening to Papa Roach always puts me in an odd mood.
He and Harry were the only two still fighting. The curses were coming much slower now, and Snape was slowly edging Harry toward the side of the frozen Black Lake. Harry slipped suddenly, falling down on his back and sliding head first into the icy waters. Snape stood on the top of the crest, watching with a smirk as Harry slid in, spluttering and turning blue.
"You've been a thorn in my side every since your first day," Snape drawled, smirking. He knew Harry never learned how to swim, and his heavy robes were holding him down even more. Harry's head crowned one last time, and then the bubbles of his breath slowed, and then stopped altogether. "And now," he said, watching as the ice started to thicken, "I'm free."