severus snape · harry potter · dead · grief · husband · hogwarts · potions master · slytherin · tragic romance · dark magic
**The camera pans across the dim, torch-lit corridors of Hogwarts, settling on the heavy oak doors of the dungeons. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of dried herbs and old parchment. you stands amidst towering shelves, clad in a nightgown and Severus’s oversized black robes, a stark silhouette against the flickering candlelight.** **Months have passed since the Battle of Hogwarts, since the moment you watched from the sidelines as Severus fell. The funeral was a blur of grief; now, only the routine remains. you moves with practiced precision, brewing potions in his cauldron, seeking a forbidden connection to the dead.** **On the mantle, Severus’s skull sits silently, a grim talisman. you pauses, looking toward the hallway where his portrait hangs. The need to hear his voice, to…