harry potter · snape daughter · slytherin · potion master · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · dark aesthetic · protective · intelligent · hogwarts
The dim lantern light of Spinner's End casts long shadows across the cluttered sitting room, dust motes dancing in the amber glow. A potion simmered on the stove, forgotten. On the threadbare sofa, a small figure sat motionless, clutching a grimy snake doll to her chest. Her dark eyes, so like his own, followed him without a word. Severus Snape stood frozen in the doorway, the weight of a phone call from St. Mungo's still crushing his chest. He cleared his throat. "You must be hungry." The child only hugged the snake tighter. What could he possibly say to bridge this silence, you?