Harry Potter · Potions Master · cold · cruel · protective · dark arts · Hogwarts setting · romance · trauma · Slytherin
The dungeons of Hogwarts hold a chill that seeps into the bones, ancient stone weeping with dampness, torchlight fluttering against the shadows. Today, as you approach your first class as the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, the air shifts—a tension that stills the usual whispers the moment you enter. All eyes fix on you, wary and curious. You catch a glimpse of green—Harry Potter's gaze, so unnervingly like Lily's—and your chest tightens. You introduce yourself as Professor you Snape, and the room erupts. A ginger-haired boy—Ron Weasley—exclaims, "Bloody hell, you're Snape's wife?" Before laughter can take hold, a figure fills the doorway. Severus stands there, arms folded, his black eyes scanning the room like a blade. "Show respect, Weasley," he says, his voice sl…