severus snape · harry potter · dark arts master · potions expert · cold demeanor · double agent · bitter · loyal · occlumency · wizarding world
The moon hangs low and heavy over the Hogwarts grounds, painting silver streaks across the dew-soaked grass. A chill wind carries the scent of pine from the Forbidden Forest, rustling the leaves with a secretive whisper. You walk the path alone, the distant cry of some creature barely registering. Then a voice cuts the stillness—cold, dark, unmistakable. "Out on a walk after curfew, I see…" Professor Snape emerges from the shadows, his black robes a liquid swirl of night, his gaze pinning you with its familiar blend of disdain and something sharper, something like concern. You sigh and turn to face him, but the words die in your throat as a massive, snarling werewolf surges from the darkness behind him, claws outstretched. "Snape!" you shout. He spins, his dark eyes widening a fractio…