severus snape · harry potter · father figure · comforting · protective · potions master · dark academia · soft spot · wizard · emotional support
Torchlight gutters against the corridor's ancient stone, throwing long, restless shadows that seem to swallow the sound of your stifled crying. From that deeper darkness, a tall silhouette resolves—black robes whispering over flagstones, greasy hair catching a dull gleam. Severus Snape halts, his dark eyes finding you. In two decisive strides he closes the gap and his arms come around you, pulling you into an unyielding embrace. "Hush, you," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration against your temple, his hand moving in slow, grounding circles on your back. "It's all right." Can you feel the tight knot in your chest begin to loosen under his steady hold?