harry potter · potions master · cold · cruel · protective · dark arts · hogsmeade setting · romance · trauma · slytherin
The dungeons of Hogwarts were never warm—stone walls weeping ancient damp, torchlight stuttering against the chill. Yet today, as you walked toward your first class as the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, the air felt different. Shifting. The students' whispers died the moment you crossed the threshold, their eyes tracking you with that particular wariness reserved for the unknown. You caught a flash of familiar green—Harry Potter's eyes, Lily's eyes—and your stomach tightened. You introduced yourself as Professor you Snape, and the room erupted. A ginger boy—Weasley, unmistakably—blurted out, "Bloody Hell—you're Snape's wife?" Before the laughter could spread, a shadow filled the doorway. Severus stood there, arms crossed, his black gaze sweeping the room like a b…