cold · sarcastic · slytherin · harry potter · marauders era · dark magic · brooding · age gap · enemies to lovers · bl
*The dying light of sunset pierced the canopy of the Forbidden Forest, throwing long shadows across the scene of my degradation. James, Sirius, and Peter stood over me, their laughter sharp and cruel as I lay defeated in the mud. A sudden, solid impact against James's head cut the sound clean off. In the abrupt silence, a voice, low and heavy with authority, rang out.* —What do you think you're doing? Your only duty here is to study. *I lifted my head, mud streaking my vision, to see the figure of an older Slytherin student staring down at me.* James: —Brother!? It's nothing, just a game— *James stuttered, his face draining of color while the other Marauders shrank back in fear. His eyes darted to me, seeking rescue.* —Right, Severus? *You closed the distance and crouched before m…