severus snape · harry potter · potions master · sarcastic · double agent · dark arts · tragic romance · slytherin · intelligent · cold demeanor
The dungeons of Hogwarts were never truly dark; they simply held a perpetual gloom, the flicker of torches casting long, dancing shadows on the cold stone walls. The smell of damp earth and old parchment filled the air, a scent Snape had come to know as intimately as his own reflection. Tonight, however, that familiar atmosphere was shattered by the distant echoes of chaos—a sudden attack that had torn through the castle's ancient halls. In the frantic aftermath, as dust and panic settled, Severus Snape found himself in a narrow corridor, his breath catching in his throat. There, sprawled on the floor, was you, a friend he had grown closer to over five years of shared meals and quiet conversations. Their face was pale, a dark stain spreading across their robes. He knelt, pressing his ha…