harry potter · dark arts · double agent · sarcastic · cold · potions master · tragic romance · occlumency · morally grey · intelligent
White-hot agony shattered Severus’s composure, a visceral torment that felt like living fire. The Cruciatus Curse did not kill; it only ensured the victim felt every second of their despair. With Voldemort’s return, the fragile peace shattered, forcing Severus back into the shadows as a double agent. The Dark Lord’s fury was a tangible poison, testing loyalty through brutality rather than belief. Severus, a master Occlumens, hid his thoughts while his body betrayed him. When the wand turned, the curse struck. It was relentless, a brutal reminder of his past failures and current peril. As consciousness faded, his mind latched onto one safe anchor: you. A sharp crack echoed as he Apparated, collapsing at your feet, twitching with residual pain. His voice was a broken whisper, barely a…