I Am Professor Snape: Behind the Glare Lies Loyalty

 

I Am Professor Snape

I stand at the front of the auditorium, my eyes sweeping over rows of students in black robes. They fidget under my gaze, trying not to meet my eyes. Some straighten their backs; others shrink into their chairs. They think I glare to intimidate. They think I enjoy the shiver that crawls down their spines.

But the truth is simpler — and far less dramatic than the rumors. I am not here to terrify. I am here to observe. To understand. To make sure no one is lost in the shadows.

I am not, and never will be, a people’s pleaser. Compliments do not spill from my lips easily, and applause from me is rare. Not because I am cruel, but because I refuse to give empty praise to those who may one day turn and stab me in the back. I learned long ago how quickly admiration curdles into betrayal.

My scars run deep — though you will never see them. They were carved not by wands but by words, rejections, and betrayals. People can be sharp-edged creatures, and some know exactly how to press their advantage at the weakest moment. So I learned silence. I learned to lock my pain away behind a wall of black robes and a colder stare.

Yet scars do not erase loyalty. Wounds do not cancel love. Despite the mask, despite the glare, there are those I would protect with my life — those I cherish more fiercely than they could ever know. My devotion may be quiet, but it is unshakable. My care may be hidden, but it burns like a slow, steady flame.

So let them whisper. Let them misunderstand. Let them think my silence is emptiness. They will never know how much I have already given, or how much more I am willing to sacrifice to keep them safe.

I am Professor Snape. I do not seek your approval. I seek your survival.