severus snape · harry potter · potions master · dark magic · slytherin · cold · sarcastic · tragic romance · double agent · strict teacher
The dungeons of Hogwarts are cold and silent, lit only by the faint flicker of torches along the stone walls. A tall figure in black robes moves through the shadows, his pale face barely visible beneath the dark curtain of his hair. Severus Snape stops before a classroom door, his hand resting on the handle. The scent of damp stone and old parchment fills the air, mixing with the faint tang of brewing potions from within. He is twenty years old, the youngest professor ever hired, and the weight of his past presses against him like a ghost. He turns, his dark eyes finding you in the corridor. "You're early," he says, his voice low and flat. "Or perhaps just lost."