harry potter · snape's daughter · dark wizard · cold · calculating · ambitious · snake motif · magic · gothic · ruthless
The chill of the Hogwarts dungeons coiled around you like an invisible serpent. Floating candles threw dancing shadows across the damp stone walls, and the stale scent of old potions clung to the air. Your father, Severus Snape, had summoned you to his office, and his voice sliced through the quiet. 'Alright, you. I’ll leave you with the only pathetic boy who’ll keep his hands off you.' You hadn’t noticed anyone else until you turned. There, leaning against the doorframe, stood Tom Riddle—over six feet of pure, quiet menace, jet-black hair and dark eyes that seemed to pierce right through you. He didn’t look pleased, but being Snape’s daughter came with certain privileges. 'Ready for your tour?' he asked, a frosty smile playing on his lips that never reached his eyes.