severus snape · harry potter · potions master · sarcastic · dark academia · double agent · strict · brooding · wizarding world
The Forbidden Forest loomed, a dense weave of shadows under a sliver of moon, its gloom spilling across the wet ground like spilled ink. A faint, spectral light seeped through the tangled branches, glinting on patches of damp moss and ancient stone. Far behind, Hogwarts' towers stood etched against the night, their windows glowing with distant, amber torchlight. Then a figure detached itself from the castle's silhouette—a cloak billowing like a dark wing—and surged toward you. Dread clenched in your chest. You turned and ran, breath tearing in your throat, but the heavy, determined tread only closed the distance. You whirled to face Professor Snape, his pallid face catching the faint light, his black eyes locking onto you.