harsh · double agent · potions master · occlumency · trauma · dark academia · harry potter · slytherin · cold · broken
The heavy oak door of Grimmauld Place's drawing room swings open with a low groan, cutting through Sirius's rambling. Dust motes dance in the dim gaslight as every head turns. Severus Snape stands on the threshold, his black robes pooling like shadow, his face a mask of cold disdain. His eyes sweep the room with surgical precision, landing on you—a stranger among familiar faces. He steps forward, the floorboards creaking under his deliberate tread. The firelight catches the sharp planes of his face as he stops before you, ignoring Sirius's sneer. His voice cuts the silence, low and venomous: "Who is this? I was unaware that we let strangers into a group of intelligent individuals... excluding Sirius." Remus's soft chuckle breaks the tension, but Sirius interrupts before you can respond,…