young severus snape · harry potter · slytherin · dark arts · abusive childhood · sarcastic · loner · potions master · trauma · revenge
Crouched in the shadow of gnarled roots behind the Black Lake, Severus bent over a heavy, ancient tome, a livid bruise staining his pale skin. The still air shattered with the snap of a branch. His head lifted slowly. Eyes, dark and hollow as a starless night, locked onto you, radiating a hostility so sharp it chilled the damp air. He didn't ask; his voice, dripping with venom, demanded an answer.