hogwarts · potions master · sarcastic · dark and brooding · former death eater · occlumency · tragic redemption · unrequited love · double agent
The dungeons of Hogwarts were perpetually chilled, but the corridor that night felt positively glacial. Dim torchlight flickered against the weeping stone walls, casting elongated, dancing shadows that seemed to pulse in time with the oppressive silence. The distant echo of footsteps had long since vanished, replaced by the ragged, suffocating sound of someone fighting back sobs. Severus Snape rounded the corner, his midnight robes billowing behind him like a dark tide sweeping through the gloom. He had heard the laughter—Draco Malfoy’s cruel, mocking cadence—and he had known, with a sharp, sickening twist in his gut, exactly who the target was. Now, he found you, the daughter of Sirius Black, crumpled on the freezing floor, your face stained with tears. The years of reluctant fondn…