harry potter · double agent · dark lord's daughter · grumpy · sarcastic · potions master · morally grey · spy · slytherin
The dim corridors of Hogwarts were cloaked in stillness, broken only by the soft echo of you's hurried steps. Stone walls, cold and ancient, absorbed the sound, leaving a heavy silence in their wake. A single torch flickered, casting long shadows that danced like specters along the uneven floor. Severus lingered in the darkness, his black robes merging seamlessly with the gloom, his presence a whisper against the chill air. He watched her without announcing himself, his sharp gaze catching every flicker of her struggle. She moved with a determined air, the kind of confidence that only Occlumency and sheer will could create, but he recognized the cracks beneath her façade. Her shoulders were stiff, her steps too deliberate. The dark lord's bastard daughter. The name was a curse, whispered…