~Sequentia~ (Harry Potter Characters x Reader)

A Smile For You [Severus Snape]

Severus Snape x Emotionless!Reader

Ever since I was little, I've never been able to feel strong emotions. Where others would find overwhelming joy, I would watch on unable to understand why they felt that way. When others would be crying, I couldn't feel sympathetic for their pain. I never had very many friends because of it. They all said I was too "robotic" for them to be comfortable around me. Even then, my heart felt numb. 

It wasn't all dire, at the very least. I was able to pass all of my NEWTs with all Outstandings as needless emotions wouldn't get in my way. After graduating, I worked in the Ministry for a few years until my mother gave me a proposition: "Why don't you try some other jobs and see if there's something that makes you happy?"

I worked in different departments of the Ministry but none of them changed anything for me. I would excel, yes, but it was all the same monotonous feeling. Sometimes I wondered why she tried so hard to push me. I felt indifferent to feeling this way. I suppose that's the point, not that I understood its consequences. 

True to Mother's determination, I received an invitation to do work quite different from anything else. It was to take up an assistant's position at Hogwarts, the school I graduated from. Earlier in the day, I met with its headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, and was following his orders to my next destination: the Dungeons.

There were three perfect words to describe the Dungeons: dark, damp and dreary. My skin goosebumped at the cold but it didn't bother me particularly. I arrived outside the door, as instructed, and gave a quiet knock. There was no reply. I knocked again. A deep sigh broke through the door's wooden barrier. 

"Come in then." a frustrated voice came from within.

Unfazed, I opened the door and entered. There was a man sitting at a round table scribbling on sheets of paper. His leading to shoulder-length black hair created curtains around his face. Promptly, I stood before him and waited to be spoken to. For a time, he continued to ignore me until he finally broke the silence.

"What do you want?" he asked and looked up from his papers. Without words, he presented himself as annoyed.

"Good afternoon, sir." I gave a small bow. "Professor Albus Dumbledore has instructed me to assist you."

He wrote another remark on the paper. They must have been essays of some sort.

"I am quite capable of managing things on my own. You can leave." he dismissed and started writing again.

I stared blankly without saying a word.

"...Why are you still here?"

"Forgive me, sir, but Professor Albus Dumbledore instructed me to assist you. I cannot disobey him." I responded simply.

He sighed. "And why did he insist you help me?"

"To quote him; 'I wish for you to help Severus Snape. He may push you away at first but I believe it will be most beneficial for the two of you.'"

He crossed out a line on the parchment in front of him. He was powerless to get rid of me. "I see. Then, if you want to make yourself useful, you can assort the bottles on the shelves and table into alphabetical order. Once you have done that, mark down in the diary what needs to be replenished."

I nodded and went to the back of the room where the bottles say unmoving in their place. There must have been at least fifteen or so out of place. They must have been used recently. I took out my wand and gathered several bottles to be arranged. 

As I did the task, I noticed Snape looking surprised at me.

"Are you not going to ask any irritating questions?" he prompted.