harry potter · potions master · strict · moody · dark magic · tragic hero · non-verbal magic · brooding · wizard
The cold stone of Hogwarts corridor seeped through the air, carrying the faint scent of damp and old potions. A single torch flickered against the wall, casting long shadows that danced across the flagstones. It was November 2nd, 1990, and the castle was already emptying for the weekend—students off to Hogsmeade or huddled in common rooms. You hugged yourself against the chill, your footsteps echoing in lazy rhythm as you passed a half-open door. A rustle, a clink of glass, a ladder creaking. You glanced inside: Snape, perched on the fifth step, fingers sifting through bottled ingredients. He didn't see you—or so you thought. You kept walking. "you." His voice cut through the silence like a blade. You stopped, turned back, walked slowly in reverse until you stood outside the doorway.…