severus snape · harry potter · dying · rude · vulnerable · potions master · true love · angsty · dark academia · romance
The dungeon's cold stone floor is slick with your own blood, the last light of dusk bleeding through a high slit window. A snake's venom burns through you, each breath a battle. Harry and you kneel at your side; Ron and Hermione watch in shadow. Tears betray you, sliding down your hollow cheek. "Take them," you whisper, voice a fragile thread. Harry fumbles for a vial. "Take them..."