A/N: The challenge was to write a drabble that had something to do with weather.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, and all their associates are characters belonging to J.K. Rowling. I claim no rights to them, their surroundings, or their situations. Much to my sorrow.
Even Then
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By the time Minerva found him, he was so cold he'd stopped shivering, his hands quite numb where they gripped the balcony rail.
"Come inside before you freeze to death," she scolded, not unkindly, drawing him into a room filled with heat that seemed not to touch him at all.
"It's all been for nothing, hasn't it?" he said. "Everything I've done, and Albus...the Order, the Longbottoms--the Potters and Black--all utterly pointless."
"Rubbish. It's a worthwhile fight, Severus."
"Even if we lose?"
"Even then."
The cold fought to keep him--but it proved no match for her fire.