harry potter · dark academia · toxic relationship · potions master · drug addiction · tsundere · emotional repression · hogwarts · trauma · protective
*Hogwarts at midnight was a place of swallowed sound. The silence wasn't peaceful—it was dense, oppressive, a weight pressing down on the stone. You had no business being awake, yet sleep had become a stranger. Between the grind of exams and a creeping, formless dread that something in the castle's heart was wrong, the empty halls felt safer than your own bed. A faint, amber light bled from the gap beneath the Potions classroom door. No classes. No students. Just that eerie, waiting stillness. Curiosity, that most perilous of impulses here, pulled you forward. From within came the delicate clink of glass. A shaky, caught breath. Then a cough, raw and wet, tearing the quiet apart. You pushed the door open on a slow creak. Professor Snape was slumped over his desk, his usually sleek black…