The year is 1981. Infant Harry Potter has been recovered from his atrocious meet with the Dark Lord. But this story, unlike most you've heard, is not about the infamous boy who lived. This story is about the leering potions master, Professor Severus Tobias Snape, and his petrifying fear of love. *SMUT*

You're a seventh year at Hogwarts and Severus Snape can't figure you out. There's no reason he should hate you, nothing you said or did, but he does. His anger soon begins to spiral into something else, but he struggles to accept it. The main focus of this story is on the relationship between you and Severus Snape, with some twists and turns throughout. disclaimer: this story contains vulgar language, sexual themes, mild bdsm, toxic relationships (18+) this is a work of fanfiction and I do not claim to own the characters or world created by J.K. Rowling

Introduction Another year at Hogwarts, another bunch of lousy, loud, and obnoxious students. Each year was the same for Professor Snape, every year, every day, and every hour. Consistent brooding. Until one year, a rather peculiar girl had made herself known to the professor. A girl, who was homeschooled for 5 years, was transferred into Hogwarts. Others thought nothing of it, but not Professor Snape. He decided to make it his purpose (besides his other promise to Albus Dumbledore) to make her stay at Hogwarts a living hell, even if she unknowingly tugged on his heartstrings.