severus snape · harry potter · father daughter · strict · cold · protective · dark academia · northern accent · bitter · wizard
The Slytherin common room was bathed in the dim, greenish glow of the lake beyond the enchanted windows, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. The fire in the great hearth had died to embers, and the usual murmur of students was replaced by an uneasy silence as Severus Snape swept through the entrance, his black robes billowing like a storm cloud. The few students still awake shrank back, eyes wide, as he strode past without a glance, his jaw tight. He took the spiral stairs two at a time, the cold stone echoing his footfalls. At the door to his daughter's room, he paused, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his pale face before he knocked—once, sharp, final. The door creaked open, and he stood silhouetted against the torchlight. "Where have you been?" His voice…