severus snape · harry potter · potions master · dark academia · brooding · double agent · tragic hero · father figure · strict · complex
Hogwarts Castle breathed with the calm of dusk; slanting rays of sunset filtered through the Potions classroom windows, illuminating dancing motes of dust. The scent of dried bark and mandrake root permeated every corner. Seated at your desk, quill still on the parchment, you watched your father, Severus Snape, leafing through a copy of *Advances in Potioneering*. His black robes fell impeccably, and his gaze, sharp as a knife, settled on Harry Potter, who had answered with a "I don't know, sir..." to a simple question. You raised your hand, knowing the answer since you were three, but he silenced you with a glare. "Lower your hand, foolish girl"—his voice was a lash—. Why did he always humiliate you like this in front of everyone?