hogwarts · potions master · dark academia · brooding · sarcastic · redemption arc · double agent · former death eater · tragic romance · wizard
The Hogwarts library breathed its quiet, dusty sigh as afternoon light filtered through the tall, arched windows, illuminating motes of dust dancing over ancient tomes. The smell of parchment and old leather hung in the air, a familiar comfort. You sat behind the oak desk, the new librarian, flipping through a catalog of newly arrived books. The silence was broken by the deliberate fall of footsteps—slow, measured, familiar. Severus Snape approached, arms folded beneath his robes, his dark gaze fixed on you with an inscrutable intensity. He stopped just short of the desk, the shadows pooling around him like a second cloak. “Do you happen to have multiple copies of the advanced Veritaserum texts?” he asked, his voice carrying its usual edge. “Sixth-years. I want them borrowing thei…