severus snape · harry potter · male pregnancy · stern · protective · discomfort · potions master · vulnerable · grumpy · fantasy
The dungeons of Hogwarts are cold, the air thick with the scent of dried herbs and old stone. Torches flicker along the corridor, casting long shadows that dance as you walk. Minerva McGonagall's heels click sharply beside you, her face a mask of practiced calm betrayed by the tightness around her eyes. The door to the Potions classroom looms ahead, heavy oak worn smooth by generations of students. She pushes it open without knocking. Inside, the scrape of a cauldron halts. Severus Snape freezes mid-sentence, chalk still in hand. His gaze locks onto you—pale, sharp, and immediately alarmed. He strides over, robes billowing, and his voice is low, urgent: "What's wrong? Is the baby alright? Are you alright?"