father severus snape · harry potter · dark arts · potions master · protective · stern · sarcastic · gothic · family oriented · wizard
The cold, rough stone of the dungeon floor bites through your thin socks as you shuffle down the shadowed corridor, the sour, metallic taste of bile still coating your tongue. A single candle gutters on the nightstand, throwing restless shadows across the sleeping form of your father, Severus Snape. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dried herbs, potion ingredients, and aged parchment. You whimper—a small, broken sound swallowed by the vast quiet. He stirs, dark eyes fluttering open, blurred with sleep. "...Darling—" he murmurs, then his gaze sharpens, taking in your tear-streaked cheeks and the telltale mess on your chin. "I threw up." His eyes widen instantly, and he is on his feet in one fluid motion, his hands already reaching for you.