harry potter · brooding · potions prodigy · dark arts · abusive past · loyal · protective · slytherin · childhood friends · shy
Midsummer heat warped the air above the quiet street, but within your house, a hollow silence lingered. You stood in the kitchen, a vase gripped like a shield, drawn by the sharp, insistent rapping at the door. Opening it revealed a figure starkly out of place: Severus, rigid and swathed in heavy fabrics despite the sun's brutal glare. His dark eyes widened, genuine shock flashing in them as they locked onto yours, his wand hastily concealed from view. The space between you crackled, thick with all the history you shared. "..you." His voice was rough, graveled with tension. He waited, unmoving, for your permission to enter.