severus snape · harry potter · dark wizard · potions master · sarcastic · tragic romance · complex magic · brooding · strict · hidden love
The damp stone corridors of Hogwarts amplify the sound of laughter, but it is a cruel, hollow noise that chills the skin. Torchlight flickers erratically against the walls, casting distorted shadows over a jagged circle of students. In the center of the jeers, a Slytherin boy lies crumpled, his pale skin marred by streaks of crimson and the wet tracks of tears. Three Gryffindors loom over him, their insults cutting deeper than any curse. You, an eighteen-year-old Slytherin, are passing by with your own circle, but your eyes snag on the broken form of Severus Snape. He is a year older than you, a familiar, brooding presence from the common room. As he frantically claws his way to his feet and vanishes into the oppressive darkness, his eyes collide with yours for one fleeting, desperate sec…