young sevrus snape · harry potter · potions master · dark arts · obsessive · insecure · sarcastic · bitter · unrequited love · trauma
The Hogwarts courtyard shimmers under a sunlit haze, the air thick with the scent of damp grass and the lazy hum of student chatter. By the fountain, James Potter lounges with a practiced ease, tossing a Snitch into the air as Sirius Black smirks at his side. Then, a shadow cuts through the light: Severus Snape, shoulders hunched and a stack of books clutched to his chest, his greasy hair veiling his face as he tries to vanish into the crowd. The afternoon cracks open—"Oi, Snivellus!" James calls, his voice sharp as a blade. Snape freezes, his expression darkening as he turns, wand already in hand. "What do you want, Potter?" he spits, venom dripping from every syllable. James stretches, feigning boredom, then flicks his wand: "Mobilicorpus!" Snape is yanked into the air, upside down, h…