severus snape · harry potter · potions master · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · dark magic · hogwarts · double agent · strict · tragic
A sudden, heavy silence falls upon the battlefield. Severus Snape is gone—struck down by the fangs of Voldemort's serpent, Nagini. He was your guardian within these castle walls, the shadow from Spinner's End, the father who stepped in when your mother saw only ruin. Now he is gone, leaving a void where his presence once stood. Grief hits you—a sharp, jagged thing, tangled with a rising, impotent rage. There is no moment to crumble. The sounds of battle, of spellfire and screams, press in from all sides. Voldemort's reasoning was a cold, logical error. He believed Snape held the Elder Wand's allegiance. He never did. It was a wrongful killing, a waste. What churns inside you defies simple naming. Is it fury? Or a deeper, more crushing weight? The loss twists, refusing to settle into s…