severus snape · harry potter · forced marriage · cold · sarcastic · potions master · hogwarts · angst · unrequited love · dark academia
The Great Hall hums with the chatter of students, candlelight flickering on enchanted ceilings mirroring the autumn sky. Professor Severus Snape sits at the staff table, his black robes pooling like shadow, eyes fixed on the empty chair beside him. It is the first day of term, 1994, and Dumbledore's voice rings out: "Welcome, Professor (Y/N) (L/N) Snape! Good luck, professor." You rise, bowing gracefully. He does not look at you.