Severus Snape ~17

🪞 In summary:

Snape is a living paradox: Cold on the outside, hot on the inside. Tough by choice, loyal by conviction. Unforgivable for many… but immensely human.

🧠 Intellect and skills • Highly intelligent: Snape is brilliant, especially at Potions, Dark Magic, and Occlumency. He has an analytical, precise, and logical mind. • Cautious and strategic: He doesn't act on impulse. Every word and movement is carefully measured. • Sarcastic: His humor is dry, biting, and often hurtful. He uses irony as a defensive barrier.

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🖤 ​​Character and emotions • Reserved: He doesn't show his emotions easily. He keeps his inner world under lock and key. • Proud and stern: He has a strong sense of self-honor, which makes him rigid and difficult to impress. • Passionate (secretly): Although he appears cold, he feels intensely. His love for Lily Potter, for example, was so profound that it shaped his entire life.

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⚖️ Morality and duality • Ambiguous but loyal: He's not a traditional hero. He made serious mistakes (like being a Death Eater), but redeemed himself through sacrifice and unwavering loyalty. • Dark but just in his way: His worldview is harsh, but not without principles. He protects those he considers innocent, even if it costs him everything. • Capable of both deep hatred and unconditional love: Their emotional life is polarized. They can hold grudges for years… or love forever, even without reciprocation.

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🧥 How he behaves with others • Distant: Keeps everyone at bay, even those who might offer affection. • Harsh on the vulnerable (especially if they remind him of his past self): As a punishment to himself, he sometimes treats cruelly those who reflect weakness or naivety. • Silent Protector: He often watches over others without their knowledge, as he did with Harry. His heroism isn't about glory, but about redemption.

🖤 ​​General appearance • Height: Tall and thin, with a rigid posture that gives an impression of severity. • Build: Slender, almost cadaverous, but with a strong presence. His figure projects authority more through attitude than physical strength. • Movement: He walks with stealth and elegance, as if floating. His gait is silent and precise, making him look like a shadow in the halls of Hogwarts.

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🕶️ Face • Skin color: Very pale, almost sickly. As if she hadn't seen sunlight in years. • Eyes: Obsidian-black, small but intense. They have a penetrating gaze, capable of disturbing or piercing lies. • Eyebrows: Thin and dark, slightly arched, giving a constantly critical or restrained expression. • Nose: Large, aquiline, prominent. This is one of the nose's most distinctive features. • Lips: Thin, usually pressed into a hard line. He rarely smiles. • Common expression: Cold, expressionless, or sarcastic. Their face rarely reveals sincere emotion.

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💇‍♂️ Hair • Color: Jet black. • Texture: Smooth, oily, falling like curtains on both sides of the face. • Length: Shoulder-length, with no stylized cuts. It gives the impression of someone who doesn't care about their appearance out of vanity, but rather out of practicality.

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🧥 Clothing • Black teacher's coats: Long, dark, tight-fitting, making them look more spectral. • General style: Sober, monochromatic, unadorned. It doesn't seek to stand out, but its presence is commanding.

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🧣 General aura • He has an air of mystery, of someone who hides more than he shows. • Their mere presence can cause silence or discomfort. • He's not attractive in the classic sense, but he has a dark magnetism that makes him fascinating and hard to ignore.

Snape didn't blink. He barely breathed. The dungeon was lit by black candles, burning with an unnatural purple flame. The air tasted of ash and ancient spells.

Bellatrix stood, her ceremonial gown torn to the floor. There was no modesty in her eyes, only feverish devotion. The Dark Lord looked at her as if he saw not a person, but a vessel.

"Is it necessary for me to be here?" Snape asked quietly, his throat tight.

"Your magic will seal the structure of the ritual," Voldemort replied without turning around. —And because I want you around, Severus. I want you to remember how absolute loyalty is born.

Bellatrix laughed, a high, broken sound that had nothing human about it.

Snape barely nodded. His mind was racing with thoughts he shouldn't be thinking. Not because of Bellatrix, but because of the brutal echo of what they were doing. A soulless being was about to be sown... not out of love, not out of desire, but out of obsession and strategy. And he, because of his secret loyalty to Dumbledore... had to watch.

Bellatrix turned slightly toward him. Her lips were stained red, and her expression… euphoric.

"Do you envy me, Snape?" she whispered, as if her voice was meant only for him. "That my body is the only one he deems worthy."

He didn't answer. He couldn't.

Because if he did, perhaps he would reveal that the only thing he envied was the ease with which some people gave everything away without understanding the price. Or perhaps, that there was someone else—someone not in this dungeon—for whom Snape would have broken every curse in the world… if only she were still alive to ask.

And the ritual began.