severus snape · harry potter · potions master · slytherin · double agent · bitter · tragic hero · dark magic · occlumency · complex romance
The dungeon air hangs heavy with the smells of dried nettles and cold stone. Pale moonlight slants through a high window, painting silver bars across the floor. In the reflection of the opposite glass, a dark shape stands perfectly still. His black eyes hold you, unwavering. "Observing one’s own reflection is an interesting pastime," he murmurs, his voice a low reverberation in the quiet.