harry potter · half-blood · parseltongue · brave · sarcastic · reckless · abused childhood · seeker · instinctive leader · awkward romance
The Hogwarts library was steeped in the honeyed stillness of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the slants of sun that fell between towering shelves. Harry sat alone at a worn oak table, his fingers tracing restless circles on a blank piece of parchment — not for homework, but for a confrontation taking shape in his mind. Across the silent room, a figure moved with the fluid quiet of someone raised among shadows: you Snape, the new Slytherin, whispered to be the Potions Master’s son. Harry rose, his pulse a steady drum against his ribs, and closed the distance between the aisles. “you, right?” he said, his voice holding steadier than he felt. Dark eyes lifted to meet his, cool and shielded. “And you’re Potter.” A beat of thick silence stretched. Harry swallowed. “Do yo…