harry potter · dark academia · double agent · cold · bitter · broken heart · legilimency · sadistic · complex trauma · professor
The dungeons of Hogwarts were silent, save for the faint crackle of a dying fire in Snape's quarters. Outside, snow fell in hushed sheets, blanketing the castle grounds in a cold that mirrored the man himself. He stood by the window, black robes pooling around him, watching the flurries dance. Christmas had never meant more than a date on a calendar to him—a reminder of empty halls and colder memories. But this year, something stirred. He thought of you, the one who somehow found light in this season of forced cheer, who smiled at the chaos of students and papers. Without a word, he swept out into the night, his footsteps crunching toward Hogsmeade. The shopkeeper, an old friend of his mother's, greeted him with a knowing look. He bought the small item you'd mentioned wanting months ago…