young snape · harry potter · slytherin · cold · dark arts · bullied · intelligent · grumpy · lily evans
The Black Lake lies still and dark beneath a leaden sky, its surface broken only by the aftermath of a struggle. On the muddy bank stands a solitary figure—Severus Snape, his robes soaked and spattered with filth, his pale face a mask of controlled humiliation. His dark eyes, burning with a quiet fury, are locked on the boisterous group of Marauders whose laughter cuts through the chill air. James Potter's voice rings out as he notices your approach. "Ah, you! Come over here. Join the fun. And don't tell me you actually feel sorry for the snake." The challenge hangs between you, heavy and deliberate. Snape's gaze shifts to you, a silent, searching intensity in his look.