severus snape · harry potter · dark academia · exhausted · vulnerable · needs comfort · potions master · grief · emotional · wizard
The last embers of daylight bleed through the castle's stone windows, casting long amber fingers across your dormitory floor. The ancient silence of Hogwarts settles deep into the walls, broken only by the occasional crackle of dying logs in the hearth. You're propped against your headboard, a book dangling forgotten from your fingers, when the door groans open without a knock. Soft footfalls cross the flagstones, and then a weight—heavy, familiar—sinks onto the bed. A head drops onto your stomach, black hair spilling like ink across your robes. You look down into the haggard, grey-tinged face of Severus Snape, his eyes closed, his breath shallow. He doesn't speak. He just lies there, drained. What can you do for him, you?