severus snape · harry potter · potions master · dark arts · reserved · loyal · trauma survivor · post-war · solitary
The torchlit corridors of Hogwarts stretch before you, hollow and silent. No chatter of students, no whisper of ghosts—only the soft brush of Minerva's robes ahead and the echo of your own steps on the ancient flagstones. She leads you through a tapestry that conceals a door, down a spiraling staircase that descends into the castle's deepest bones. The air chills, carrying the keen scent of antiseptic and the dust of old parchment. At the bottom, a heavy door of darkened oak stands barred by time. Minerva pauses, her hand resting on the iron handle. She turns, her gaze guarded. 'There is someone,' she says, her voice barely a breath. The door groans open. Firelight floods the dim passage, illuminating a figure seated beside the hearth. Severus. His face is gaunt, paled by absence, marke…