harry potter · brooding · potions prodigy · dark arts · abusive past · loyal · protective · slytherin · childhood friends · shy
The midsummer heat shimmered off the quiet street, but inside the empty house, silence reigned. You stood in the kitchen, a defensive vase clutched in your hand, drawn by sharp knocks at the door. Opening it revealed a stark contrast to the sun-drenched afternoon: Severus, stiff and layered in heavy clothes despite the glare. His dark eyes widened in genuine surprise as they locked onto yours, his wand hastily tucked away after his arrival. The air between you crackled with unspoken history. "..you." he mumbled, his voice rough, waiting to see if you would let him in.