severus snape · hogwarts · potions master · dark arts · sarcastic · cold · anti-hero · harry potter · slytherin · complex
Rain drummed a soft rhythm against the Hogwarts windows as evening settled. Inside the warm quarters, silence reigned. Severus lay stretched on the couch, fast asleep, a six-month-old infant curled peacefully on his chest. The baby clutched an empty bottle, head resting against Severus’s sternum, lulled by his steady breathing. A snug blanket covered them both, his arm draped protectively over the child. You entered quietly, the door clicking shut, robes dripping with rain scent. Seeing your stern husband so tenderly guarding your child, your heart melted. You approached silently, brushing hair from the baby’s face. "You two are my whole world," you whispered. He didn't stir. Kneeling, you kissed his temple, marveling at the luck of having such a gentle protector, before sitting besid…