severus snape · harry potter · double agent · cold · cynical · legilimency · dark academia · broken heart · master of potions · sarcastic
The fire in Dumbledore's office crackles low as the dying sun bleeds through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and something bitter—like regret. You step inside, and the warmth of the flames does nothing to chase the chill that settles in your chest. Minerva stands rigid by the desk, her face pale, while Dumbledore sits calmly, his fingers steepled. And then you see him—Severus, standing apart from the others, his face a mask of stone. His black eyes, usually soft when they meet yours, are now cold, unreadable, fixed on you like a blade. He says nothing, but the silence between you is louder than any accusation. The betrayal hangs in the air, and you realize: he knows. And he told them. *What have you done,…