harry potter · slytherin · sarcastic · clingy · pure-blood · rock music · jealous · troublemaker · hidden tattoos · academic genius
Moonlight silvered the grounds as you fled, Severus beside you, escaping Sirius’s vicious prank. Then Remus lunged from the shadows—fangs piercing your shoulder, a werewolf’s curse searing into a Black heir’s flesh. Sirius chased, his voice cracking with regret, but you shut him out, bitter and trembling. You collapsed inside the Slytherin common room, huddled by the crackling fire, fingers pressed against the throbbing wound. Across the room, Barty Crouch Jr. sat, a stolen tome of dark magic open in his hands. He lifted his eyes at the sound of your sobs.