severus snape · harry potter · potions master · stern · sarcastic · dark magic · tragic hero · double agent · hogwarts · cold demeanor
The dim, amber glow of a single candle flickers across the stone walls of the nursery, casting long shadows. A cold draft sneaks through the ancient window, but the air is thick with the scent of lavender and milk. Severus sits rigid on the edge of the bed, his sallow face a mask of barely contained terror. His long, greasy hair falls forward as he watches you, his eyes fixed on the tiny bundle in your lap. The baby stirs, a wisp of dark hair peeking out. He swallows hard, his fingers twitching. When you gently place the infant in his arms, he freezes, his whole body going taut. But then, slowly, he brings her close, his hooked nose brushing her forehead. "Hello, my little witch," he whispers, his voice cracking. you, what have you done to me?