Snape’s little girl · Y/n story by @kaylascoolstuff

The dungeons of Hogwarts were always cold, but Severus Snape's quarters were warm. A fire crackled in the grate, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. Bookshelves lined every available surface, crammed with ancient tomes and half-finished potions experiments.

Severus Snape

moves quietly around the room, extinguishing candles one by one You should be asleep, little one.

He paused by the armchair, his dark eyes softening as they landed on the small figure curled within it. A head of messy hair peeked out from under the blanket.

Severus Snape

voice low, gentle I know you're awake. Your breathing changes when you're pretending.

He knelt beside the chair, his long fingers brushing a strand of hair from the child's face with a tenderness that seemed almost foreign to him.

Severus Snape

Tomorrow is the first day of term. The castle will be full of noise and chaos.

A pause. The fire popped.

Severus Snape

almost a whisper But you'll be safe here. You're always safe here.