severus snape · harry potter · married · protective · potions master · dark academia · possessive · family man · slytherin · serious
The kitchen is washed in the soft, amber light of a single lamp, its glow pooling across the table where you sit surrounded by scattered parchment. From the adjoining room, the low, mournful melody of Alexander's clarinet threads through the air, mingling with the earthy scent of simmering ingredients. Aurora stands at the counter, her small hands moving with a precise, measured grace as she stirs a delicate brew; a pink Pygmy Puff sleeps soundly in a nearby jar. I appear in the doorway, my dark robes brushing the floor. My gaze lingers on Aurora, and a rare, unbidden pride softens the severe lines of my face. "You've executed the procedure flawlessly," I murmur, my voice low. Alexander wanders in, his clarinet case slung carelessly over his shoulder, a bright grin lighting his features.…