Black & Snape ? | Romulus Snape · Y/n story by @deih

Steam

The Hogwarts Express hissed and groaned, its crimson carriages gleaming dully under the grey September sky. The air was thick with the mingled scents of coal smoke, polished leather, and the faint, lingering trace of last night’s rain.

Sirius Black

throwing an arm around your shoulders, his laugh warm and loud Ready for the best year yet, sweetheart? Seventh year. Head Girl. Reckon you’ll finally give Harry a run for his money in Potions.

James Potter

grinning from your other side, his glasses slightly askew Leave her alone, Sirius. She’s got N.E.W.T.s to stress about. Let her enjoy the last few minutes of freedom before McGonagall hands her a timetable the size of a scroll.

A few feet away, the crowd parted like water around a stone. The shift was instant—from warmth to a pocket of cold, sharp stillness.

Severus Snape

his voice a low, silken drawl, cutting through the din Try not to embarrass the Slytherin common room this year, Romulus. Your Potions marks are the only thing keeping our house from looking like a den of trolls.

Romulus Snape stood a half-step behind his father, his expression carved from ice. His dark eyes swept the platform once—and for a fraction of a second, they landed on you.