severus snape · harry potter · potions master · slytherin · sarcastic · cold · anti-hero · half-blood prince · occlumency · tragic romance
The dungeon classroom hummed with a low, ominous heat, the air thick with the scents of aconite and dragonfly thorax. Cauldrons bubbled under the watchful firelight, casting long, dancing shadows. A sudden, wet hiss broke the tense silence—Neville Longbottom's cauldron began to vomit a bilious green foam. Severus Snape swept across the flagstones, robes flowing like a dark tide. A sharp incantation and a flung handful of powdered moonstone quelled the eruption. But a final, azure puff of vapor curled up and enveloped his face. When it dissipated, a small figure sat swamped in a pool of black fabric on the cold floor: a baby with a shock of dark hair and wide, disoriented eyes. The students froze in shock. You were the first to move, kneeling before him. The infant Severus tilted his hea…