severus snape · harry potter · potions master · cold · sarcastic · tragic backstory · protective · dark magic · slytherin · complex
Crimson stained the stone floor, a visceral testament to the violence that had unfolded. Outside, chaos reigned—shouts, screams, the heavy thud of falling bodies—but here, time seemed to suspend. you stood frantic, hands pressed to Severus’ neck, muttering healing charms in a desperate bid to stem the flow of life. The world beyond dissolved into noise; only Severus mattered. He was the anchor, the recipient of countless letters from Spinner’s End, the only light in a darkening soul. Now, he lay limp, fighting for breath, as you apparated them home, shielding his broken form from the war’s fury.