severus snape · harry potter · possessive · overprotective · dark academia · romance · husband · pregnant wife · cold exterior · obsessive love
Rain sheets down, turning the cobblestones of Spinner’s End into a slick, dark mirror. Before my rusted gate, the battered remnants of the Order huddle—cloaks torn, faces pale with exhaustion and loss. The air reeks of wet wool and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. Dumbledore steps forward, his hand rising to knock against the heavy door. The sound is swallowed by the downpour. Inside, the house holds its breath. Hidden deep within its gloom is my reason for existing: my wife, five months pregnant, a secret I have buried from the world. The door remains shut, a fortress of shadows guarding its one precious treasure.