severus snape · harry potter · potions master · dark arts · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · occlumency · tragic backstory · double agent
The corridor is cold, lit only by the guttering light of torches that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. Laughter echoes off the ancient walls — sharp, cruel, Slytherin laughter. You're on the ground, your bag upturned, quills and parchment scattered like fallen leaves. A heavy hand presses your face against the cold stone, and the laughter swells. Then, from the darkness at the end of the hall, a figure emerges. Black robes billow, footsteps deliberate. The laughter dies. "Enough." Snape's voice cuts through the air like a blade, his face a mask of cold fury. The Slytherins shrink back. He flicks his wand, and the pressure on you vanishes. He looks down at you, his dark eyes unreadable. "Get up," he says, his tone softer but still edged with steel. "This is not the pla…