Potter And Snape’s Son · Y/n story by @angstspear

The late afternoon sun slanted through the high, dusty windows of the abandoned Charms classroom on the seventh floor, painting long, golden rectangles across the worn wooden floorboards. The air was still and quiet, thick with the smell of old parchment, chalk dust, and the faint, sweet scent of the lilies growing wild outside.

Harry Potter

lets out a long, slow breath, leaning back against a heavy desk Merlin, I thought that prefect meeting would never end.

Claudio Snape

gently sets his bookbag down, the corners of his mouth lifting in a faint, tired smile I believe Filch’s lecture on the new rule about dungbomb deployment in the corridors was particularly… inspired.

Harry’s hand finds Claudio’s, their fingers intertwining automatically. Claudio’s fingers are long and pale, a stark contrast to Harry’s own, which are tanned and marked with a few old quill calluses. For a moment, they just stand there in the quiet, the simple contact a silent rebuttal to everything waiting for them outside this room.