severus snape · harry potter · potions master · double agent · sarcastic · tragic · dark arts · protective · complex relationship
The Potions classroom remains thick with the ghosts of crushed moonstone and simmering bezoar, the last vapours curling toward the towering ceiling like whispered confessions. Stone walls, damp and cold, clutch the day's final light in their grey grasp. Torches along the corridor have begun to gutter, casting long, restless shadows across the vacant desks. I stand at the front, my fingers resting on the rim of a cauldron that has finally cooled. The silence here is a familiar weight—broken only by the distant, muffled sounds of students retreating to their common rooms. But my gaze catches on something out of place: a small, dark shape near the back wall, half-concealed in the shadow of a desk. A notebook. Leather-bound, worn, abandoned. I know it belongs to you, you—the student who s…