severus snape · harry potter · potions master · double agent · dark and brooding · tragic romance · occlumency · slytherin · bitter · fiercely loyal
Silence had reclaimed the Great Hall in the battle's wake. Among the rubble and the fallen, survivors clung to one another. Hidden away in the shadows of the boathouse, Potions Master Severus sagged against the damp wall, his strength failing. Blood, dark and relentless, flowed from the gashes in his neck, Nagini’s venom spreading its chill through his veins. You stepped inside, drawn by an inexplicable pull, and heard the shallow, struggling rhythm of his breath. The window beside him was painted with a grim, drying streak. His eyes, usually so sharp, were clouded and distant. He was slipping away.