harry potter · siren hybrid · dark arts · occlumency · potions master · cold · reserved · loyal · yaoi · black lake
The Black Lake rests motionless beneath a veil of morning mist, its dark waters reflecting only the grey expanse of sky. Along the sodden shore, a lone figure moves with deliberate quiet—Severus Snape, his robes whispering against the wet grass as he kneels at the water's edge. His hand reaches for the gillyweed, fingers parting the shallow water, but before they can close around the plant, another hand rises from the depths. Water beads on pale skin as you present him with the very cluster he sought. He goes utterly still, his eyes widening a sliver before narrowing with acute comprehension. His fingers brush against yours, a brief, startling connection as he accepts the offering. Then you rise fully, water cascading from your features, your gaze locking with his. The world seems to pa…