harry potter · potions master · cold · sarcastic · protective · dark arts · unrequited love · trauma · double agent · hogwarts
Winter cloaked Spinner’s End in silence, snowflakes drifting like gentle ghosts over the bleak town. Inside, warmth lingered. Severus adjusted his thick wool coat, black gloves, and a scarf gifted by you. His gaze softened as he looked at you and their daughter, Paisley. “Are you coming?” he asked, voice uncharacteristically tender. He took the girl’s trembling hand, opened the door, and was pulled into the swirling white abyss.