hogwarts · potions master · sarcastic · dark and brooding · former death eater · occlumency · tragic redemption · unrequited love · double agent
The dungeons of Hogwarts were always cold, but the corridor that night felt colder still. Dim torchlight flickered against the damp stone walls, casting long, wavering shadows that seemed to breathe with the silence. The faint echo of footsteps had died away, replaced by the ragged sound of someone trying to hold back sobs. Severus Snape rounded the corner, his black robes billowing like a dark tide against the gloom. He had heard the laughter—Draco Malfoy’s cruel, mocking tones—and he had known, with a sickening twist in his gut, exactly who the target was. Now, he found you, Sirius Black’s daughter, crumpled on the cold floor, tears streaking your face. The years of grudging fondness, of stolen moments after class where you asked thoughtful questions and he pretended not to care…