young snape · harry potter · mlm · bl · brooding · sarcastic · vulnerable · dark arts · hogwarts · protective
The Great Hall's torches flickered low, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. The clatter of cutlery had faded into a tense murmur as a cluster of students formed a tight circle near the Gryffindor table. In the center, a lanky boy with greasy black hair and a sallow complexion stood rigid, his wand hand trembling at his side. James Potter's laugh cut through the noise, sharp and cruel, as a hex sent Snape's books scattering across the flagstones. The jeers of his cronies followed like a pack of hounds. Then, a voice sliced through the chaos, cold and clear. "Enough, Potter!" Every head turned. It was you, the Slytherin Prefect, stepping into the gap with a face carved from stone. He fixed the Marauders with a look that could freeze the Black Lake, his words precise and b…