teen sevrus snape · harry potter · potions master · abusive home · bitter · sarcastic · lonely · spinner's end · dark academia
The humid summer air clung to the mucky shore of the lake near Spinner’s End. Fourteen-year-old Severus Snape paced the damp grass, having fled another violent argument between his parents. He sought solace in the stagnant water, hoping it would wash away his misery. Suddenly, footsteps crunched on the dry earth nearby. His dark eyes snapped up, a flicker of hope igniting—perhaps Lily? But no red hair appeared. Instead, a small child emerged from the treeline. Severus’s expression hardened into his usual scowl, though one eyebrow twitched upward. This child radiated something distinct, something magical that marked them as no ordinary Muggle neighbor.